Can you catch crazy?!?!

Well I don't rightly know if you can catch crazy or if just comes naturally from your own kin but either way it is spreadin' like a house on fire at our place.  Everyone that knows me knows that my crazy I come by the ole fashion way...it is in my genes.  Case in point see Exhibit A.

My wonderful family (aunt, cousin, mother...names withheld to protect the innocent)

But I am starting to think that crazy is spreading in my house.  I think I might have given it to my cats.  See Exhibit B.  

 Bea sleeping in the dirty clothes hamper

My cat Bea has some crazy obsession with sleeping in the dirty clothes hamper that is in my master closet.  The weird thing is that this hamper has three sections.  She only sleeps in the section that has towels in it.  If there are no towels...she does not sleep in the hamper.  What!  Why?!?  I have watched her jump on top, look inside, not see what she likes and walk away.  Freak!  Maybe a little CRAZY! 

My other cat Paws, he has got a little crazy going on himself.  Paws has a talking problem.  He does not just sit and meow.  Noooo...he has to walk around the condo meowing at the top of his lungs.  I have no clue who the heck he is calling.  Bea and I are sitting right here on the couch.  He sees us yet walks on by meowing.  What!  Why?!?  Oh and he has a sink issue.  He is freak crazy for drinking out of the bathroom sink.  I know that is not that uncommon.  Oh wait...Paws will go in there and meow until you come turn on the water.  Dude is in there 3 or 4 times a day.  See Exhibit C.

Ahhh, water

Did I make the crazy worse by coming to Portland.  There are bumper stickers all over town that says "Keep Portland Weird".  Is it...could it be...my fault?!? 

Wait! I have an idea!  Wait for it!  I have an out.  It is not my fault.  I have not given my cats the crazy.  Paws is Bea's son.  He inherited it from her.  It is Bea's fault.  Crazy mama, crazy son.  Yep, that is what I am going with...it runs it the family!!!  Sorry Paws, you were destined to be a little loopy! 

So spread some crazy today!
Sunya

Finding balance in a Hoecake

Back in July I went to Atlanta for my birthday.  Why you might ask do I go to Hot-lanta in July...well it was to go back to the scene of the crime.  It was time to celebrate the 20th Anniversary of the 21st Birthday.  So my BFF Gail (doesn't everyone have one or is it just me and Oprah) came up from Florida and I flew in from Portland.  It was a blast.  But I have to say that one of the best things from that visit was going to eat at Papa Jack's in Flowery Branch for breakfast.  Oh good lord that food was insane.  It was so good we ate there twice. 

Well when we walked in I was beside myself when I saw on the menu that they had Hoecakes.  Honey you do not get Hoecakes in Portland.  I could not remember the last time that I had them.  My mama used to make them when we were kids.  Gail being from Chicago and still learning the meaning of southern cookin' from her man's family was like "What in the heck is a Hoecake?!?".  I said, "It is a pancake made with corn meal instead of flour".   I had a feeling that the hoecake was going to be an issue for her like grits.  So I ordered them along with a crap load of other stuff.  Hey...back off it was my birthday and I was eatin' what I wanted by cracky!  They were good but it was just not the same as what Mama made.  What was it that made Mama's so good?

So flash to this morning when I am trying to figure out what to have for breakfast.  And there on my shelf smilin' at me was a box of Jiffy Corn Muffin Mix.  I think that is what Mama used...little corn meal mix with a little sweet...yeah that might have been the ticket.  Yes, I am aware that Jiffy is not organic, it is not local and yes most every recipe on that box calls for shortening but I don't care.  If you are a southern lady that cooks at some point you have had a box of Jiffy on the shelf.  But the new Portland side says can't you just use organic corn meal and the southern gal in me says hell no!

So I balance my Hoecakes...organic/local egg, organic/local milk, organic maple syrup, organic vanilla with a little bit of Crisco and a box of Jiffy.  It is my yin and yang.  We all have to find that balance somewhere!

Live life!  Be well!
Sunya

Honey you have to start somewhere

Well y'all I have finally taken the plunge...I am starting a blog.  I know that I talk all the time and really do I have more to say but I have just become a lover of the blog and darn it I want one.  So here I will share my story of how a crazy southern gal ended up living in Portland, Oregon and become one of those "granola eaten, tree huggin', Birkenstock wearing" kind of people.  But ya have to know like with everything else that I do there will be just a little bit of a southern accent to it.  I hope you enjoy reading about my wonderful life and all the adventures that I have.  So sit back and strap yourself in because you might need some 200 mile-an-hour duct tape to hold you in for this ride!