I did not know that about myself.

Ok. So .. I was not aware that cooking, much like reading smut and drinking alcohol, when done for the pure enjoyment of yourself..can be addicting.

This weekend I went Betty Crocker on everybody's ass. I think perhaps I may have been her in a past life.

I was whipping eggs and cream and baking and chopping and steaming and boiling like a cook off the food network channel.

*Update from last blog...Mtv has contacted me about doing a cooking show..different than the food network. LC from the hills will be my assistant and vodka will be passed around so everyone can get into the spirit. My agents are still working on the negotiations. Apparently they dont want a fire breathing dragon in the kitchen. Word like "liability" are being thrown around. -and now back to your regularly broadcasted channel-*

I EVEN got alittle brave this weekend..or maybe that was just the vodka...and cooked for my brothers and his friends. Now if you want anybody to be your food critic..it's these guys. They can grill and broil and saute and make Paula Dean and Emerald look like Barney making glitter cookies with the kindergartners. Seriously.

I cooked Texas enchiladas and added some secret ingredients. Crack. SSH it's a secret.

And they said and I quote "Banging job B." and I said "banging?" and Steve said "You did the damn thing" and at this point I ran back to the kitchen and rubbed my little fat fingers together in jubilation.

I am now officially the cook of the house. And damnit...look out Paula Dean. I'm not sayin...I'm just sayin.

Orange Balsamic Chicken Thighs with Pecans and Sage Butter Pasta.

So. I have this uncontrollable desire to try new things. And by new things I mean sky diving.
I have a list.
A list I will never put on my blog because if I see ANY of you on CNN being the youngest astronaut to fly in space I will punch a wall. And then I will switch up your mandatory blood test with that of an addicted crack user. I will always be in the wings watching.

Somewhere between the sky diving and creating the worlds most perfect vodka..is having my own cooking show by the time I'm 27.

The first step in having your own cooking show is knowing how to cook. Aside from having killer pots and pans.

Lucky for me I have a side kick willing to help achieve my goal and possibly buy stock in my cooking show should I agree to finance her restaurant with the money I made from all the interviews I did about being the youngest astronaut to fly in space.

We came to the conclusion that we should learn to cook together. Since she has a kitchen and more pots and pans than Williams Sonoma. We tested our theory last night. and I dare say...I'm getting in touch with an agent about my cooking show tomorrow.

Although there were a couple minor accidents..such as my willingness to hold a drainer with a small cup underneath it in order to get the noodle juice. Thus resulting in third degree burns.. only a minor set back. Our dinner turned out to be a fine meal.
Emerald already contacted me about adding it to his menu. I clearly had to tell him to step off.

So after chopping and dicing and boiling and quartering...I realized I may have a multimillion dollar industry about to break through.

I'll keep you post on the cooking show. There's talk of me kicking Rachel Ray's ass.

Follow Along White People

Ketel One and I have come up with 35 bar rules to live by. Enjoy.

1. If you owe someone money.. always pay them back in a bar. Preferably during happy hour.
2. Always toast before doing a shot...and make it irrelevant to everyone.

3. Never borrow more than one cigarette from the same person in one night. Unless they're drunk...in which case they'll just assume they smoked the whole pack.

4. Do not make eye contact with the bartender if you do not want a drink.
5. Unacceptable things to say after doing a shot: "Great, now I'm going to get drunk.".." I hate shots." and/or "It’s coming back up."
6. Never, ever tell a bartender he made your drink too strong.

7. If someone offers to buy you a drink.. upgrade your liquor preference.

8. Our parents were better drinkers than we are...they just don't want you to know it.
9. After your sixth drink, do not look at yourself in the mirror. It will shake your confidence.
10. If you can’t afford to tip, you can’t afford to drink in a bar. Go to the liquor store.

11. If you have been roommates/best friends with someone more than six months.. you may drink all their beer, even if it’s hidden, as long as you leave them one.
12. The only thing that tastes better than free liquor is stolen liquor.

13. If you ever feel depressed, get out a bartender’s guide and browse through all the drinks you have never tried.
14. Anyone on stage or behind a bar is fifty percent better looking.
15. You can tell how hard a drinker someone is by how close they keep their drink to their mouth.

16. A bar is a college, not a nursery. If you spill a beer, clean it up. If you break a glass, wait for a staff member to clean it up, then blame it on someone else.
17. Being drunk is feeling sophisticated without being able to say it.
18. It’s okay to drink alone..it's less embarrassing.

19. Your songs will come on as you’re leaving the bar.
20. Never yell out jukebox selections to someone you don’t know.
21. Lie about your name and life in a bar. Or grossly exaggerate and lean.
22. If you think you might be slurring a little, then you are slurring a lot. If you think you are slurring a lot, then you are not speaking english.

23. Never rest your head on a table or bar top. It is the equivalent of voluntarily putting your head on a chopping block.

24. Asking a bartender what beers are on tap when the handles are right in front of you is the equivalent of saying, “I’m an idiot.”
25. Never ask a bartender “What’s good tonight?” they do not fly in the scotch fresh from the coast every morning.

26. If there is ever any confusion, the fuller beer is yours.
27. The patrons at your local bar are your extended family, your fathers and mothers, your brothers and sisters.

28. It’s acceptable, traditional in fact, to disappear during a night of hard drinking.. you will appear mysterious and your friends will understand. If they even notice.

29. If you hesitate more than three seconds after the bartender looks at you.. you do not deserve a drink.

30. If you’re going to drink on the job.. drink vodka. It’s the no-tell liquor.
31. There's nothing wrong with drinking before noon. Especially if you’re supposed to be at work.
32. The bar clock moves twice as fast from midnight to last call.

33. Everyone is your friend when leaving the bar..including the tax cab driver..be sure to tell him how much you love him.

34. On the intimacy scale, sharing a quiet drink is between a handshake and a kiss.
35. You will forget every one of these rules by your fifth drink.

I got nothing

It's no secret that I like to drink.

It's also no secret that I love ellen. She is the daily inspiration to my sloppy life. Sometimes when trying to decide what dance move I should randomly throw out..I stop and say "Self..what would ellen do?"

While stalking her daily activities I stumbled across some wise words of ellen and had to post her story.. Simple. Direct. She doesn't know it yet but we're best friends.

She calles this one..Bananas on Board.

"I live high up on a hill. Not at the top. That's where the castle is. I'm right below. The streets are very narrow, winding and long… they're long and winding roads. I'm going to stop quoting songs in just a minute. I noticed that people drive like crazy on these streets. Sometimes cars are parked on both sides of street, which makes it extra narrow and dangerous. Normal people say, "I should go slower, in case a car is coming," but I guess I don’t live around normal people. When I’m driving and I approach someone coming the other way, I slow down, pull over as far as I can and give them that head nod that means, "You go ahead." Usually they just stay there. It's like a four-way stop where nobody makes the first move. So finally, you say, "You had your chance, sucker!" Then you gun it. Then they decide, "Well, maybe I’ll go."

The same thing happens with carts at the liquor store… I mean, the grocery store. There’s always somebody who leaves their cart in the middle of the aisle. I just move it out of the way, but I'll be very casual about it. For some reason, moving someone else's cart seems illegal. I don't know why. It's not even their food yet. They haven't bought it. Technically, you should be able to shop out of their cart if you see something you want. "Oh, these bananas look riper than mine." I think the rule should be: If your shopping cart is blocking the aisle and you’re not around to move it, people should be allowed to shop from your cart… or put extra stuff in. So, if you’re ever at the grocery store checkout line and the guy in front of you says, “These aren’t my bananas!” and then pulls out a five gallon tub of Marshmallow Fluff and says, “I didn’t put this in here!” -- you’ll know I’m somewhere close by."

Why yes. Yes I was in a coma.

After a long successful unconscious weekend in Auburn- land of the free and home of the brave-I returned home only to slip into another coma.

While I promote unconsciousness (Disclaimer: Only if you are the appropriate weight limit. There is nothing that kills a buzz faster than someone shouting "We're out of alcohol" or a fat ass blacking out on an inconvenient table/tv/lamp/door/dog house/pool/bar/barbie fun house/car/floor/garage/roof ect.) This coma was brought on by the flu.

Yes yes ..why did you not get a flu shot some might say. To you I say go to hell.

For four shiny days I have been incoherent. Unable to walk. Unable to speak in complete sentences. Much like the effects alcohol might have on you.

Instead of giving into the coma and trying to convince my mother that the valium and zanax were vitamins..I decided I should use this time to reflect on my situation. While I was hanging over the edge of the toilet trying not to loose all the money I had spent on food in the past month...it hit me. What a great opportunity that lies before me.

The opportunity was this children: If I have all the effects of alcohol ..I can practice! Always be prepared is my motto.

Brilliant.

For four days while my body had lost all sense of balance and my mind whirled with fever and I was sweating uncontrollably (much like a cop situation goes down) I went through a personalized boot camp.

I taped a line down my floor and proceeded to walk it for hours til I was perfect. After that I added heels. Then I even added some clothes. Practice makes perfect.

I also worked on slurring my words and looking people in the eye. And my favorite..I learned how to not yell and/or wobble whilst talking.

Success.

I hope you all get the flu so you can all practice and be better drunks in public.

You Missed Your Calling.

I was recently in Birmingham this weekend with my other half Jill and her husband.Who completes us and works his ass off to keep us happy and feed our ever growing addictions.

Thanks Josh.

I can't recall the story I was telling but in the midst of her peeing on herself she told me I definetly needed to blog. Apparently my life is to hilarious not to ..or to unfortunate not to be put out for the public eye to join in on my humiliation that I call..my every day life.

I was thinking about how in love I am with vodka and came to the conclusion that I needed to publicly show my devotion and undying love. I said to myself "Self..you should try that blog non sense Jill goes on and on about."

So here I sit. Writing about my one true love..vodka..and amoung other things I'm sure.

Let the hilarity ensue.