Easy Turkey Pie

This year instead of just making turkey sandwiches, my goal was to make a different meal with the leftovers we had from our 16 pound Thanksgiving turkey.   This recipe was perfect since I thought of it at the last minute and took only 15 minutes to prep, then 20-25 minutes to cook.

1 1/2 cups cut-up cooked turkey
8 slices bacon, crisply cooked, crumbled 
1 cup shredded Cheddar cheese (4 oz)
1/2 cup Original Bisquick® or Bisquick Heart Smart® mix
1 cup milk
2 eggs

Heat oven to 400°F. Spray 9-inch glass pie plate with cooking spray.
Line pie plate with bacon, like forming a crust. 
Make a layer of cheese and top with turkey.

In a bowl, stir in Bisquick, milk and eggs until blended.
Pour over pie and bake for 30 to 35 minutes or until knife inserted in center comes out clean.
Let stand 5 minutes before serving.

Stay Hungry my friend.

recipe modified from Betty Crocker

Crock pot pork chops

When I found this recipe I thought it a little intimidating.  Who puts mushroom soup (a creamy earthy base) with the spiciness of Dijon mustard and red onion.  "What had I done?" I thought as I coated the potatoes.  Then I placed all the ingredients in the pot and started to let it simmer.  After about two hours, I couldn't resist but peeking in the pot for a tasting.  The juices from the cooking pork chops were oozing into the soup base and I took a deep inhale of the peppery mixture.  I dipped my spoon in and was pleasantly surprised.  I think I've outdone myself this time.

6 -8 boneless pork chops (I only used 4, they were really thick at least 1")
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
1 (10 ounce) can cream of mushroom soup
1/4 cup chicken broth
1/4 cup country Dijon-style mustard
1/2 teaspoon thyme
1 garlic clove, minced (I used 1 1/2 tables spoons of pre-chopped garlic)
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
6 potatoes, sliced (I used 7, they were small and I thinly sliced them)
1 onion (I used a red onion, my fave)

In skillet, brown pork chops on both sides in hot oil. Drain fat. 
In your crock pot, mix soup, chicken broth, mustard, thyme, garlic, and pepper. 
Add potatoes and onion, stirring to coat.
Place browned pork chops on tops of potato mixture.
Cover and cook on Low for 8 to 10 hours or on High 4 to 5 hours.
Plate and serve.

Stay hungry, my friend!
Modified from Food.com (Manuel's Crock Pot Pork Chops and Potatoes in Mustard Sauce)


I love, love, love, dumplings, these are like fluffy little clouds of goodness! 
Check out Wikipedia for a little geographic lesson on dumplings!


half a dozen chicken legs
1 cup of chopped celery
1 cup carrots, sliced into medallions
1 small onion, sliced
Salt and pepper to taste
2 1/2 cups Original Bisquick mix
2/3 cup milk
Enough water to cover all ingredients


In a large pot, place chicken legs, celery, carrot, onion salt/pepper and water
Cover and heat to boiling; reduce heat
Simmer about 2 hours or until juice of chicken is clear when thickest part is cut to bone
Remove chicken and vegetables from pot
Skim fat from broth
return broth to boil
mix Bisquick and milk, form small balls of dough
drop dough by spoonfuls into broth
Cook uncovered over low heat 10 minutes
(don't put too many in the broth or they'll stick together)

Keep stirring so dumplings don't stick together
when done with dumplings, add chicken and vegetables; reduce heat to low.
Heat about 20 minutes or until hot.

Stay hungry my friend!

Cranberry Sauce

Don't get me wrong, I love me some canned cranberry sauce, but if you have time making it from scratch makes all the difference and it makes your house smell delicious!  I bought a big bag of cranberries (3lbs) from Costco and didn't want a ton of one kind of sauce, so below are the different types I made.  Because I knew I'd have leftover sauce, I made a trip to the 99cent store and bought some canning jars.  I then made some cute labels so I could give homemade cranberry sauce instead of a bottle of wine when visiting friends at the holidays.

Cranberry Sauce Makes about 2 cups.

Ingredients (I doubled the recipe)
2 cups cranberries (4 cups)
Juice and chopped zest of 1 orange
1/4 cup Port (1/2 cup)
1/2 cup sugar, or more if needed (3/4 cup)
1 teaspoon cinnamon (plus cinnamon sticks)
1 tablespoon cornstarch (enough to thicken)

In a small saucepan combine cranberries, orange juice and zest, port, sugar and cinnamon. Bring to a boil, reduce heat to simmering and cook until cranberries are tender, stirring occasionally. In a small cup make a slurry with cornstarch and 1 tablespoon water. Whisk cornstarch mixture into cranberry sauce and cook, whisking, until sauce thickens.

Cranberry-Orange Sauce

Ingredients (I doubled this recipe too)
2 (8-ounce) packages cranberries, fresh or frozen  (4 cups fresh cranberries)
1 orange, zest cut into strips and juiced
1/2 cup sugar
1 cinnamon stick

Put all the ingredients into a saucepan over medium heat and simmer until the cranberries burst and the sauce thickens, about 15 to 20 minutes. Serve at room temperature or cool and refrigerate. Remove the cinnamon stick before serving.

Jellied Cranberry Sauce with Fuji Apple

1 bag(s) (12-ounce) fresh cranberries
1 large Fuji apple, peeled and cut into 1/2-inch dice
1 cup(s) sugar
3/4 cup(s) water

Line a muffin tin with plastic wrap and spray the plastic wrap with nonstick cooking spray.
In a medium saucepan, combine the cranberries with the apple, sugar, and water.
Bring to a boil and cook over moderately high heat, stirring frequently until the cranberries are completely broken down and the sauce is very thick, about 15 minutes.
Scrape the cranberry sauce into the prepared muffin pan and refrigerate until chilled, about 3 hours. Invert the jelly onto a serving plate and remove the plastic wrap. Garnish with fresh cranberries and rosemary sprigs. Slice with a serrated knife before serving.
This recipe is nice to use so each guest can have their own lump of cranberry sauce.  You can also line a bread pan to make a loaf of cranberry sauce.

Stay hungry my friend!

All recipes are modified from the FoodNetwork.com & Delish.com

Turkey and Cake?

I am all about keeping my food together, but sometimes I organize my food and try and save the best for last.  But with this recipe, everything is lumped together in a nice neat package.

Doesn't that look yummy?  I wonder if it could trick your brain into thinking that it's eating dessert?  Hmmm, I may be on to something, this could be a new diet craze.  Make all your meals LOOK like dessert, but really they're good food instead of sugary goodness.

Here's the recipe in case you want to give it a go.

For the turkey layers:
Unsalted butter, for coating the pans
2 pounds ground turkey breast
1 cup quick-cooking oats
1/2 cup Parmesan cheese, grated on the small holes of a box grater
1/3 cup ketchup
1/3 cup finely chopped yellow onion
1/4 cup finely chopped fresh Italian parsley
1/4 cup Worcestershire sauce
2 tablespoons soy sauce
1 1/2 teaspoons minced fresh thyme leaves
1 teaspoon minced fresh sage leaves
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
2 medium garlic cloves, minced

For the sweet potato layer:
1 pound sweet potatoes
1/4 cup whole milk
2 tablespoons unsalted butter (1/4 stick)
1 tablespoon packed light brown sugar
1 teaspoon kosher salt, plus more as needed
Pinch ground mace or nutmeg
Freshly ground black pepper

To assemble:
About 5 cups or 1 recipe Sour Cream Mashed Potatoes, warm
1/2 cup cranberry sauce, such as our Cranberry and Citrus Sauce, chilled, excess liquid drained
2 1/2 cups Sausage Stuffing, warm
1 1/2 cups mini marshmallows
Gravy, for serving (optional)

Check out the Chow site for pictures on how to put this together, as welll as visit their site for all kinds of turkey recipes traditional to trippy!

Stay hungry my friend!

Potato-Cheese logs

I've always been a breakfast person, from a plain bowl of cereal at home to a morning out at a restaurant where you order chicken fried stake and eggs, anything goes.  An essential to a big breakfast day (or if you're recovering from a rough night out) are potatoes.  To me, they're a comfort food that helps start the day out with a smile. 

This recipe was made as a side for filet mignon.  But I thought it might work as a quick on the run breakfast when piggy2 was running late and could easily carry something as he's running out the door.  After cooking it, I realized that they get smooshy if you cook too long and it would make it hard to carry out and eat on the run.  Since they should be eaten while still hot and crusty!


4 russet potatoes, peeled and cut into 1/2-inch dice
3 green onions, finely sliced (I used red onions, because I love the sweetness they bring)
1 clove garlic, minced (I used 1scoop of jarred organic garlic)
1/2 cup grated Parmiggiano-Reggiano cheese (I used freshly grated Percorino)
3 eggs, beaten (2 eggs)
1 cup Italian-seasoned bread crumbs (I only had plain bread crumbs, so I mixed in some "no-salt" herb)
1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil
Olive oil, for pan frying

Boil the potatoes in salted water for 10 to 15 minutes, or until fork tender. Drain.
Saute the green onions and garlic in extra-virgin olive oil until the onions are translucent and garlic is golden (be careful if using garlic from a jar, if you cook too long it becomes hard)
In a big bowl, combine the onion and garlic mixture with the boiled potatoes.
Add Parmesan cheese, sea salt, freshly ground pepper, and mash together. (I used Pecorino cheese, which is salty already, so no additional salt was used)
Cover and refrigerate for 30 minutes.

Pour enough olive oil to come 1/4-inch up the side of a heavy fry pan and heat to 375 degrees F.
Roll the chilled potato mixture into finger shapes.
Dip the fingers in the beaten egg, then coat them in Italian-seasoned bread crumbs.
Fry the croquettes in the hot oil for 30 seconds, until all sides are equally crispy and golden.
Serve while hot. 

Shopping and Savings:
5 lbs of potatoes - $2 = 0.10 per potato
2 lbs of red onions - $2 = 0.20 per onion
Huge jar of garlic - $5 = cheap
1/2 lb of pecorino - $10 = $1
20 eggs - $2.5 = 0.13 per egg
Bread crumbs - $1 = cheap
No Salt -$2.5 = cheap

Total cost approx. $2 for 24 little logs

Stay Hungry my friend!

Adpated from Bitchin Kitchen

Tea cups

To make your life a little easier, if you don't want to dirty a spoon to stir your tea, maybe you could use Anna Gram's novel tea cup.  The cup has a ceramic ball in the bottom of the mug that moves around a circular ring enclosure to help mix your sugar or milk.  I think I'll try it to mix a drink instead.

Stay hungry my friend!

Production Update

Things have been busy lately, between working on a video everyday for Geraldine, keeping up with all the social networks I've been trying to help with as well as learn from, blogging on the different blogs I belong to keeps a person quite busy. When in the world was I supposed to fit in time to help with a short film production. What was I thinking? I needed something else to do!?

It's difficult to help on a project(s) when things are always changing and it is assumed you have knowledge of it.  In this age of technology when information is supposedly at your fingertips, it's easy to just click send and walk away in the hopes that your message will be received.  Using technology has allowed us to become non-confrontational as well as complacent and allow the world to happen around us.  It's easy to hide from an email or a voicemail and not open it in fears of what it will say, because then you'll have to take action for it. 

To be able to help effectively, you need to know what is going on so you can do research, find the product or just increase the social awareness about it.  It's also difficult to carry on when you don't think you're being effective and communications.

I think today I've reached maximum overload.  I'm tweetered, facebooked, blogged, wordpressed, googled and youtubed out.   But can I just become unplugged?  What would I do and who would I tell about it?

Moroccan Spiced Chickpea Soup

At first looking at the ingredients for this recipe, you might be afraid.  I know I was!  What, cinnamon? seriously? Now I love garlic, but 6-8 cloves of garlic seemed like a bit much as well and I don't think I've used that much spice in one dish.   But once you start cooking and the smell of this soup fills your house, you will be thrilled.  I used a bit less chickpeas than the recipe, but it worked out just right!
Taking the lid of the pot, it looked like there was rice in pot, but nope, it was just garlic. 
Once the spinach is added and the chickpeas mashed, it gives the soup a bit of thickness.

Save this soup for a chilly day because it will warm your belly!


1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil, plus more for garnish
1 large onion, medium diced (I used a red onion)
6 to 8 cloves garlic, pressed (4 scoops of pre-chopped garlic)
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground cumin
1/8 teaspoon cayenne pepper
1 heaping teaspoon sweet paprika
1 (14.5-ounce) can chopped tomatoes
3 (15-ounce) cans chickpeas, drained and rinsed well (I used (1) 29 oz can
1 quart vegetable broth or reduced-sodium chicken broth (I only had 24 oz)
1 teaspoon sugar (I used a packet of splenda)
Kosher salt
Freshly ground black pepper
1 (5-ounce) package pre-washed baby spinach (I used 3 big handfuls of spinach)


Heat olive oil in a large pot over medium-high heat. Add onion and garlic and saute until the onions begin to turn translucent; lower heat if browning starts to occur.
Add spices and saute a minute or so.
Add tomatoes, chickpeas, broth, and sugar.
Season with a couple pinches of salt and 10 grinds fresh pepper. Stir well.
Chickpeas should be just covered with liquid. If level is shy, add some water so the chickpeas are just covered.

Bring to a simmer, then lower heat to low and gently simmer for 45 minutes.

Remove soup from heat. Use a potato masher to mash up some of the chickpeas right in the pot. Stir in the spinach and let heat through until wilted, just a couple minutes.

Season again, to taste, with salt and pepper.

Serve soup, drizzled lightly with extra-virgin olive oil, if desired.

Stay hungry my friend!

From the Cooking Channel

Pepper loaf

Wednesday is the day of the week, that you're just running out of fresh groceries from your weekend shopping run and you're trying to use everything up before you absolutely have to back to the grocery store.  At least that's how it is in my household.  This week I had some red bell peppers that I had to use, as well as some ground beef.  I'd never made meatloaf before, but I really wanted to try and make stuffed peppers.  So I compromised and found a recipe entitled "Pan Fried Meatloaf in Tricolor Peppers".  I kinda followed it, below is my version of it.   For as much cheese as I put in the recipe, it wasn't very cheesy, but it was very juicy thanks to the chiles and tomatoes.


3 bell pepper
1 pound ground beef
24 "saltine" crackers crushed
1 (16-ounce) can diced tomatoes with basil
1 (8-ounce) can diced green chiles
1 tablespoon garlic, minced
1 cup of fresh grated hard cheese
1 egg
A few dashes Worcestershire sauce
A few dashes hot sauce
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
1 tablespoon oil
fresh basil leaves


In a large bowl mix together beef, crackers, 1/2 can of the tomatoes, 1/2 can of green chiles, garlic, cheese, egg, Worcestershire sauce, hot sauce, and season with salt and pepper.
Remove core and seeds from peppers.
Slice into 1 inch rings and place on nonstick baking sheet. You should get about 3 rings per pepper.  Press meatloaf mixture evenly into pepper rings.
In a skillet over medium-high heat, add oil.
Saute meatloaf rings on both sides until golden brown, about 5 minutes per side.
Reduce heat, add remaining tomatoes and chiles to skillet and bake until cooked through, 20 to 25 minutes.
Plate with some fresh basil and enjoy!

Stay Hungry my friend!

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bits and pieces

Not true
It doesn't happen like that. Life is not like that. Remember when you were twelve and you read those teen romance novels. I tried to get into the Sweet Valley High series.

I'm not sure anymore. What do I do? Good for you, you know who you are. I'm sorry the rest of us can't be as comfortable with ourselves

Questions to answer

The first time I was afraid
The last time I felt fear
All the things I say in my head that I can't say out loud about the Indian stuff
"Creative Tremors" - what happens when your identity changes
The need to be indian, who was I before?
What's the vortex? Describe it.
Why did I gravitate toward moon people.
Can she "play the field" by telling people, she was other things.
What is my dramatic question and what are the stories that will lead me thru the arc.
Look at the sadness as part of the story.
What is her sensitivity, does she constantly fight the tears or does she let herself cry.
“Need to change the things we can’t accept”
What's the opposite of the tears?
What does the crying feel like?
What happens after the tears?
What happened during that moment of loss of control with the tears?
More about the character because she says crying is weak.
Is my crying pavlovyene?
What would be the words to each tear, what's their soundtrack?
What does she learn after she cries?
If there's a mystery, what are you trying to solve?
What do you want us to know about her?

how to dress/look like an indian

First off, you need something brown-like, you know buckskin looking. It's a simple shift, shor so you can see the indian princecess' legs, a belt, fringe, mocassins, add a few feathers, some silver and turquoise.

The picture of an indian princess, typical turn of the century you know, 19th century. Because what else do indians look like.


I read about the strife of my people and sadness fills my heart. How can this be happening in this day and age? When you read "About 60% of the Elders on Pine Ridge have sole custody of their grandchildren or great-grandchildren so there are often small children in the home, also at risk." how can you not feel sadness and an extreme need to want to reach out. I am filled with constant question about why my people would allow this to happen to themselves, where are the children's parents, why don't they want to take care of their own parent's much less their children.

"While need is everywhere, particularly at this time of crisis, there are no greater needs than those of the Elders, children, disabled, and ill on these reservations. They have the lowest income, the least ability to gain funds, and often suffer from such serious health issues as to be severely impaired by the cold. Even worse, for the most part, they are the least able to travel to get assistance or to get someplace that might be warm. Moreover, according to the last Federal census, about 60% of the Elders on Pine Ridge have sole custody of their grandchildren or great-grandchildren so there are often small children in the home, also at risk."

"FACTS: Average income on the Oglala Lakota Sioux Pine Ridge Reservation is about $3,500.00 per YEAR. Jobs are extremely scarce; unemployment hovers around 85% on this 11,000-square-mile reservation which houses about 40,000 people. The other Lakota Reservations face similar economic conditions."


After being sick for a week, and not in a happy I'm fabulous mood, Roxanne decided to go to the audition. It was for a soap opera, and she should have put more thought into it, but she didn't. Not quite the soapy star, she dressed in jeans, high heels and some soft scrunchy shirt. Still feeling a little under the weather, she thought of making her hair stick straight, so she could look more indian, but instead she ran a comb through it, put some make up on and headed out the door. As she walked down the street towards the office, she channeled a confident actress she knew and strutted into casting office. Without her glasses, she could berely see the back of the room so she signed in and took a seat near a few fellows she recognized, giving the obligatory "hug". As she took a seat, bopping to the beat of her sad songs, she felt a tap and looked up. There she was her role model, hair tightly curled and the obligatory cleavage top, stopping by for a quick hello. Her seat faced the door and she could see everyone that walked in. It intrigued her to wonder how indian these people were. Yes, it matters, she thought. These


I think I've figured it out. I don't know how to be indian. When I think Indian, I think of buckskin and feathers, riding bareback across the open plains, I think of a shawl wrapping around me, it's edges covered in beads and shells, that make the pretties sound when you dance. At each bounce step you hear the rhythm of the dancer, like a low rush of a river. I can see the turquoise and silver dripping from my neck. A leather headband holds my single feather upright. Beaded bracelets and more turquoise and silver line my arms. Amber and precious stone rings the size of my knuckles cover my fingers. My people Woodland people, my clan the Crane. The men wear huge silver serving platter sized belt buckles, jeans that fit almost like a second skin and a shirt with some weird pattern held together with pearl buttons. On their feet, pointy leather cowboy boots and topping off the ensemble, the biggest 10-gallon hat you've seen, with some type of feathery hat band. When they look to their wrist for time, the hours are surrounded by boulders of red coral and turquoise stone.


The party was in full force by the time she arrived. The moon hiding behind dark clouds made the evening seem a bit off. She stood on the patio overlooking the party, 80s music permeating the night air, white tents dotting the backyard, each holding their own mischief. She scanned the crowd for a familiar face. She enjoyed parties, but never really liked to attend alone. Tonight was different, the venue intrigued her and she was curious to see its inner workings. It did not disappoint. From the moment she walked through the front entrance she was impressed, it was like something from a movie. The large double entry doors gave way to a light pink, darkly veined marble with a crescent shaped staircase, a large crystal chandelier twinkling overhead, party noises echoing throughout the cavernous foyer. Deep breath. As the waiter passed, she snags a tall bubbling flute from his tray and continues on her way. Putting the glass up to her lips, she could feel the soft burst of the sparkling wine on her nose, leaving a slight imprint of her bottom lip on the rim. Her heels clicked as she walked towards the noise. Another deep breath, another sip. Here she stood leaning against the granite railing, the faint light from the moon and outdoor lighting picked up the tiny pieces of sequins that dotted her dress. She looked out into the sea of faces and found him, how could she not. There he stood, the center of attention, dressed in a dark blazer with white button up shirt, that brought out his tan. His long lean legs covered tightly in dark denim. She could not see his feet, but was sure he had his boots on. The thought of this made her smile. Not wanting to call attention to herself, she stood there for the longest time, taking in the slight smell of freshly cut grass, as well as following his every move.

She was thinking of the first time they met, all those years ago. Again it was his height that lured her to him. In a crowded bar, you couldn't help but notice him. He stood above the crowd, his scruffy face and smiling face just made you want to go to him. She was sitting in a booth with the usual suspects, Jo, Jeanette and Melissa, and their tag-a-long Tanya, as well as some of the other sorority sisters. Also in the booth were some guys from TKE and their pledges. This was a usual Thursday night for them, hanging out at the sorority house making the drink of the day, then dancing the night away at the Alpha on college night. Being regulars at the bar, they knew everyone, but the tall stranger was a new face to her, though familiar, she tried to remember where she had seen him before. All of a sudden the familiar boom of their song rang out, and so did a collective screetch from their booth. One last gulp of their drinks as they pushed their way through the crowd between them and the dance floor. Once there, they circled up and sang along with the song, jumping and bumping to the beat. The song came to an end, and the crowd filtered off the dance floor as a slow song started. She looked around and her posse was either dancing or had escaped the geeks. She felt tap on her shoulder and she cringed, afraid to turn around. Ready with an excuse of why she couldn't dance, she turned, and there he was. The handsome face from earlier. Not really saying a word, but merely shrugging his shoulders, she cocked her head to the side and gave her best coquettish smile and reached up and placed her hands on his shoulders. She settled in the lull of the music and placed her head on his chest. She felt his arms pull hold her a little tighter. She could feel his heart beating against her cheek. This made her smile and tiny butterflies in her stomach flutter. The song neared an end and she loosened her grip on him, looking up to thank him for the dance. He looked down at her, not loosening his grip, and asked if she would mind another dance. The music still slow, she gave a nod as she looked into his eyes. So what's your name he asked. Sally, she replied, as she asked his. Huh, she thought to herself, Sally, really? Where did that name come from? If you're going to make up a name, at least think of something cool, not Sally? With all the talk in her head, she missed his name, it started with an M. Mark? Matthew? He joked and kidded with her as he held her in his arms. She laughed, enjoying herself and not even thinking of her boyfriend, who was hundreds of miles away. The beat picked up again, and people flooded onto the dance floor around them as they parted ways. She stood there watching him as his walked away. Jo grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the group as she lost sight of him through the crowd, to once again bounce and dance.
A familiar voice brought her back to the present. "Nadia darling, so glad you could make it" said the voice. She turned to be greeted by a drunk and sloppy kiss on both cheeks from the hostess, skillfully avoiding the merlot that swished from overfilled wine glass. "Well Mia, you do throw the best parties, I'd hate to miss all the gossip tomorrow" she replied. "Well dear, you know the things that happen here are the tales the legend." Nadia just shook her head, only Mia was vain enough to think this way of her parties were all that. "So dear, who do you have your sights on tonight. You did come alone, didn't you, I didn't see your usual minions." She said with a laugh and another swig of merlot. "They are not my minions, they just look up to me and besides, and this was a last minute decision I didn't want to have to wait the hour for Paige to get ready." "Yes, she is a piece of work" Mia said under her breath, "well, I do have a new boy for you to meet, I found him on my latest travels and had him flown in for the party. Jean-Michel, Jean-Michel" she yelled as she snapped her finger, "ici cheri, j'ai quelqu'un que tu dois rencontrer. Monsier Jean-Michel Lachance, voila mon amie, la jolie Nadia." Nadia held out her hand, as the handsome stranger kissed it, "enchanter mademoiselle" and he gave a courtesy, a smile and a wink. Nadia blushed. "You need a drink darling. Mario, drink for my friend here" Mia barked as she snapped her finger again, "I'll leave you two alone to get acquainted, you do speak french right dear? No matter, I have a feeling there won't be much talking..." she finished with a devilish laugh as she walked away.

"Nadia, quelle jolie nom. Alors, dites moi comment vous connaissez Mia?"
"J'ai rencontrer Mia au Vatican, si vous pouvez croire ca? J'etudiais la bas, et mon italien laissais beaucoup a desirer. Je cherchais un sculpture en particulier et j'essayais de demander l'aide a le trouver. Mia m'a sauver et apres ca on etais inseparable." Nadia was lost in her thoughts and memories of her travels throughout Europe with Mia.
"Et vous? Que faites vous, que vous pouvez laisse tout tomber et venir au Etats? Mia ma dis que t'etais en Paris ce matin."
"Ah, oui, quand Mia vous invite a un party, comment pouvez vous resister. J'aurais du demander ou le party etais."


I need motivation and encouragement around me. Do I? really? Where have you gone Wanda? my warrior, when did you give on our fight?
I don't what to do Wanda. If pressed to what my dreams are, I don't know them anymore. If I traveled back to remember my times with Wanda, it would be dreams of singing, dancing and strutting my stuff down the runway or on t.v.. Why does someone want that? Never really concerning yourself cliche until you've overgrown it and all your hopes and dreams have been "booed" out of you. You have to go underground with it all. But not Wanda, she continued on her solemn quest, she wanted to be like the other girls, but how realizes she really wasn't cool. More pathetic than not. Her boyfriend James who lived in Massey was just a kid of a friend of the family, who were thrown together for just that reason. Still my hero. I don't know where my dreams have gone, much less what they were when they left.
How could I let someone take this away from me. My power. My muse. Who exactly this person was, I am not sure. Was it the love of my life who all of a suddenly stopped loving me? No, he probably helped, since after losing him, my love life picked up again and I was back to breaking hearts and couples without even trying. Remember Aaron, Todd's friend an Raina who was pissed at me because we fell asleep talking and watching t.v. I am a cuddler and her apartment was cold, how can you resist a cutie who will let you fall asleep in his arms, I did not break-up him an his girlfriend up. At least I didn't to visit him during Winter Carnival. I would've, had not moved across the country a month earlier.
I have to talk and reminisce about these times because they made me feel special and wanted and above all, pretty.

Here it is! Vic and Wanda

So Vic, tell me about documentaries? You went to film school right? I mean what's the point when you follow your subjects around for a day, then cut that down to grueling hour and a half. I rather not name names, but the title rhymes with "the SCHM-exiles". The program said it was released in 1961 and nothing much came of it's director afterwards, and it was filmed in the mid 50s when he, the director, was still a student. Not that I am a cinefile by any stretch of the imagination, and I can't or don't, wax poetic about a film..."oooh it was beautifully shot...the chemistry between the actors was unbelievable..." I am sure that I should have seen some cinematic greatness in the film, but to me it's just like a really bad home movie.

While watching it I am reminded of the weekend drives to the rez, when I would visit my boyfriend. I couldn't call him to tell him I was coming, because they didn't have a phone. So then I would worry sometimes when the cab dropped me off and drove away, what if no one was home? I'd have to then hope the store was still open, so I could call for a ride back to town. My walk through the snow, on the worn path between the houses was long and cold. I'm not sure why I never got dropped off in front of the house, maybe it was because I didn't want to pay extra or that I didn't want the cab driver to know where I was going, because then my dad might find out, then I'd be grounded again for another month. He didn't grow up on the rez, neither did I, but I did have contact with it and he didn't really like that. Looking back, the secret trips made me sad. My boyfriend was the middle child, 17, and he and his brothers pretty much fended for themselves. His parents worked out of town, and for all the times I'd been there I'd never met them. Their uncle, who was strung out most of the time, was supposed to keep an eye on them, but he usually brought the people over to party. It was sad, there was rarely food in the house, the fridge didn't have food, but a few beer, I always had to bundle up, because the heat was rarely on.

RSS feeds

The code for how to RSS your youtube channel:
For example, if you wanted to create an RSS feed for the user "YouTube," you would enter:

Creating a successful campaign

With all this social media stuff out there, you are forever sending out tweets, fbing something, sending and email or newsletter to promote your brand.  But how does one go about this?  I'll be scouring the web for "how-tos" and letting you know how they work!  If you have any suggestions, let me know what's worked for you.

My notes will be included, so you'll see what I did or didn't try and why it did or didn't work.

From Pepsi Challenge:
Want to know how to run a successful Pepsi Refresh Project campaign? Look no further. Our indispensible grants managers (the lovely folks who help Refresh grant recipients bring their ideas to life) have shared best practices from our first round of grantees for your reading pleasure. From Facebook strategies, to building a coalition, this first round of winners found smart and creative ways to rally their communities. Now it’s your turn…
* Thanks to Taste Buds, Nancy Nelson, Military Connections Corporation, New York Needs You, Springfield Middle School, Glenmont Elementary School, Serve Next, Greenshields, and All Ages Movement Project for sharing your strategies with us!
1. Credible branding. The first round of grantees emphasized their positive perception in their communities. What if you’re a new organization or an individual with an great idea? Don’t despair. Find a credible, well-established organization in your community to endorse your project. You’ll benefit from their network and you’ll have a friend and partner on future projects.
2. Attract local press. One group made it on the local news early in their campaign, building momentum and word of mouth in their community. Build a press release to send out as soon as you know you’re in the running.
3. Get on the leader board early and stay there. This one is pretty self-explanatory. Invest a lot of your resources in getting on the leader board early and then plan strategic pushes throughout the campaign.
4. Find a friend with a lot of friends. One group had their local Chamber of Commerce send an email to their mailing list on their behalf; another group had the Beastie Boys tweet. Even if you don’t count the Beastie Boys as fans, ask a friend or group with an active community to rally their troops. One tweet could make all the difference.
5. Variable participation levels. The last thing you want to do is annoy your community with requests they can’t fulfill. Create a form asking your first voters how often they would like to be contacted (including an opt-in for daily emails) and if they would be willing to do more than just vote. You might be pleasantly surprised with the feedback you receive.
6. Be creative in your communications. One organization sent a daily reminder email to its network, but instead of just asking for a vote, every day they sent a daily diary entry about how they were moving forward.
7. Build a coalition. Connect with like-minded groups participating in Refresh to leverage your respective communities. One group that formed a coalition of 7 organizations parlayed that pooled support into 6 grants. Even if you don’t win the funding, you’ll have made valuable connections and built a stronger community.
8. Go to where the people are. One organization campaigned heavily on college campuses with laptops enabled to encourage voting. Don’t have a nearby college? Set up shop at a busy spot in your town. Don’t forget where people are online! Facebook and Twitter are great places to start.
9. Work hard (and have fun). Most grantees admitted that winning required a lot of hard work and a serious time commitment.  But they also said they had fun. Use this as an opportunity for team building, community organizing and building your online presence.
10. was a video I did not include, but here's the link to it.

A Leader?

I went on a search to become a leader.
I searched high and low. I spoke with authority, people listened but alas, there was one who was wiser than I and they followed him.

I sought to inspire confidence but the crowd responded "Why should we trust you?"

I postured and I assumed the look of leadership with a countenance that glowed with confidence and pride. But many passed me by and never noticed my air of elegance.

I ran ahead of the others, pointing the way to new heights. I demonstrated that I knew the route to greatness. And then I looked back and I was alone.

What shall I do, I wondered? I've tried hard and used all that I know.

And I sat me down and I pondered long.
And then I listened to the voices around me.
And I heard what the group was trying to accomplish.
I rolled up my sleeves and joined in the work.   As we worked I asked,
"Are we all together in what we want to do and how to get the job done?"

And we thought together, and we fought together, and we struggled towards our goal.  I found myself encouraging the fainthearted.  I sought the ideas of those too shy to speak out.
I taught those who had little skill.
I praised those who worked hard.

When our task was completed, one of the group turned to me and said, "This would not have been done without your leadership."
At first I said, "I did not lead, I just worked with the rest."

And then I understood, leadership is not a goal. It is a way of reaching a goal.
I lead best when I help others to go where we have decided we want to go.
I lead best when when I help others to use themselves creatively.
I lead best when I forget about myself as leader and focus on the group, their needs and their goals.

To lead is to serve, to give, to achieve TOGETHER.

---Kathryn E. Nelson

Tips on Listening

  1. Listen to what is being said, not how it is being said.
  2. Want to listen, be sincerely interested.
  3. Try to find some bit of information that you can use.
  4. Don't be formulating your thoughts for a retort until after you have fully understood what is being said.
  5. Take notes, if appropriate.
  6. Summarize what has been said in your mind.
  7. Many times, words don't say it all.  Listen and look for non-verbal keys to what may be "between the lines".
  8. Try and eliminate your own biases until after a person talks.
  9. Look at the speaker.  Try not to let your eyes wander.
  10. Separate facts from opinions.
  11. Don't hesitate to ask questions.
  12. Restate what was said to make sure you understand.
  13. Let the speaker know you're interested so that they know what they are saying is interesting.

Our deepest fear...

The following quote is often attributed to Nelson Mandela and his 1994 inaugural speech, but it is, in fact, an excerpt from Marianne Williamson's book A Return to Love: Reflections On The Principles of A Course In Miracles, page 165:

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented and famous?"

Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn't serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us.
It's in everyone, and as we let our own light shine,
we consciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.

What It Takes to be Number One

You've got to pay the price.

"Winning is not a sometime thing; it's an all the time thing. You don't win once in a while; you don't do things right once in a while; you do them right all of the time. Winning is a habit. Unfortunately, so is losing.

There is no room for second place. There is only one place in my game, and that's first place. I have finished second twice in my time at Green Bay, and I don't ever want to finish second again. There is a second place bowl game, but it is a game for losers played by losers. It is and always has been an American zeal to be first in anything we do, and to win, and to win, and to win.

Every time a football player goes to ply his trade he's got to play from the ground up - from the soles of his feet right up to his head. Every inch of him has to play. Some guys play with their heads. That's O.K. You've got to be smart to be number one in any business. But more importantly, you've got to play with your heart, with every fiber of your body. If you're lucky enough to find a guy with a lot of head and a lot of heart, he's never going to come off the field second.

Running a football team is no different than running any other kind of organization - an army, a political party or a business. The principles are the same. The object is to win - to beat the other guy. Maybe that sounds hard or cruel. I don't think it is.

It is a reality of life that men are competitive and the most competitive games draw the most competitive men. That's why they are there - to compete. The object is to win fairly, squarely, by the rules - but to win.

And in truth, I've never known a man worth his salt who in the long run, deep down in his heart, didn't appreciate the grind, the discipline. There is something in good men that really yearns for discipline and the harsh reality of head to head combat.

I don't say these things because I believe in the ‘brute' nature of men or that men must be brutalized to be combative. I believe in God, and I believe in human decency. But I firmly believe that any man's finest hour -- his greatest fulfillment to all he holds dear -- is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle - victorious."

- Coach Vincent T. Lombardi


It's all very well to have courage and skill
and it's fine to be counted a star.
But the single deed with its touch of thrill
doesn't tell the person you are;
For there's no lone hand in the game we play,
we must work to a bigger scheme.
And the thing that counts in the world today is,
"How do you pull with the team?"

They may sound your praise and call you great,
They may single you out for fame,
But you must work with your teammate
Or you'll never win the game;
Oh, never the work of life is done
By the person with a selfish dream,
For the battle is lost or the battle is won
But the spirit of the team.

You may think it fine to be praised for skill,
but a greater thing you do
is to set your mind and set your will
on the goal that's just in view.
It's helping your teammate to score
When her chances hopeless seem;
It's forgetting self till the game is o'ver
And fighting for the team.

--Edgar A. Guest

10 Commandments of Leadership

  1. People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.  Love them anyway.
  2. If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.  Do good anyway.
  3. if you are successful, you win false friends and true enemies.  Succeed anyway.
  4. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.  Do good anyway.
  5. Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.  Be honest and frank anyway.
  6. The biggest person with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest person with the smallest mind.  Think big anyway.
  7. People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.  Fight for a few underdogs anyway.
  8. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.  Build anyway.
  9. People really need help, but may attach you if you do help them.  Help them anyway.
  10. Give the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth.  Give the world the best you have anyway.

Take Time

Take time to think; it is the source of power.
Take time to read; it is the foundation of wisdom.
Take time to play; it is the secret of staying young.
Take time to be aware; it is the opportunity to help others.
Take time to laugh; it is the music of the soul.
Take time to dream; it is what the future is made of.
Take time to care for yourself; it is your most precious gift.

--Author Unknown

List your blog

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Code for adding your youtube channel subscribe to your website:
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Take a moment to reflect on these words:

"Acting according to your conscience is often not easy.  It is more comfortable to go along wit the majority, to let things happen the way that they always have.  But for you to make a difference, you must make that choice.

My hope is that each of you chooses the more difficult course--that you choose to welcome constant change with zest instead of resistance, that you choose to seek common ground with those with whom you differ instead of defining them as your enemies, and that you choose to act on your beliefs instead of allowing others to define your conscience."

taken from a speech made by:
I. King Jordan
president of Gallaudet University

The World Owes you Nothing

The World Owes you Nothing

Strike that notion from your thoughts,
and stop believing that you are being cheated
out of something you have no right to.
If you are stopped short of your goal another is set leading you to a better destiny.
If fortune--and not necessarily the spending type--
falls into your lap. 
Forget that you have ever lived to that rule.
You owe the world.