What bores you?
People who say they’re bored. There is really no excuse in life to ever be bored. Exercise your mind and unlearn that foolishness!!!
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My favourite shoes…
Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.
When I was little, I would have told you that they were a pair of Mary Jane’s…black patent leather and oh so shiny…until a few years ago I would have said the same probably.
My favourite shoes ever though….weren’t mine. They were tucked in a garden/compost shed at the top of the shed in a cubby, with about 20 other pairs of wellies on the outside of my rental home in Ireland in 2015. They had roses and other various posies on them and were the only pair that weren’t black, and they fit me. I tromped all over the property properly in these lovely little boots (I wanted to take them home).
I myself have owned a multitude of wellies since that trip; prior to moving to Alabama in 2020, they weren’t what one might call an intelligent purchase, so I only had 2 pair in that 5 year span, that only really got worn when I went to see my best friend in Mississippi. (She had acreage and it was tromp worthy).
I have been through many more pairs in the last 5 years, sadly having to throw pairs out when they break down entirely.
I’m grateful for that first pair introducing me to my fondness…even if they couldn’t come home with me.
Best,
Amanda
Yes, but no
Have you ever unintentionally broken the law?
September 11, 2015…
Technically it was September 10 when this started.
I asked my roommate if he would go get me some medicine from the store for me, as I was sick.
We were down to one car as his car was in the shop with a computer system failure.
He got angry at being asked to go out, took my car out with squealing wheels and was gone, turned his phone off and came back 2 hours later with the meds.
He threw the medicine at me, screamed at and berated me.
I have an autistic son who I’ve learned over the years to put my hand on the top of his head when he’s needing a redirect. I mistakenly tried this with the roommate, he pulled away and his hair got inadvertently pulled. He called 911 and told them I pulled his hair.
I sat on the porch and waited for police, I didn’t argue, I nearly passed out twice. (My temper wasn’t up during any of this, but his was) got taken to the hospital before I got taken to jail (really got treated like scum at the hospital) because of the anxiety attacks that were full force this whole time. I also got a strep test, it was positive.
My one call was to let the roommate know I had strep and to ask him to take my kids to clinic to get them tested.
I spent night in jail in an orange jumpsuit with no underclothes allowed under, with a wool blanket (I needed 2) and on a steel block for a ‘bed’.
I spent the whole night singing hymns to myself and praying, the next morning the judge had been released by 9 am.
Charges were eventually dismissed but not before getting several flyers in the mail telling my roommate they knew it was hard to live in a domestically violent home, and not without the prosecutor telling me I seemed like an ‘angry person’ in our face to face meeting.
The roommate was angry at me from the moment I asked him for the meds and never let his anger subside til I was locked up…even threw my shoes out the door when the police asked for them.
So yeah, I kinda have…but not really, broken the law.
Untitled
If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?
Or undefined…
Every time I have ever felt I had something pinned down in life, life detours me.
I’ve learned to roll with it, but I’ve also learned to stay forever tensed, poised for the detour.
I’m a routine kind of person usually. I like life predictable or at least familiar.
Today is a good example of this. The route I usually take to Prattville, where I do the bulk of my grocery shopping, and socializing, has become further away for a while, the main road, 14, is closed as of today for what sounds like indefinitely.
I also have a dental appointment just on the other side of the detours this morning at 930…which means I’m forced to face the new roads first thing.
Animals fed and coffee in, time to unload laundry and dishes before I embark on this new adventure.
Have the best kind of day.
Always,
Amanda
What’s your favorite thing to cook?
This is a hard one for me as I really love cooking. Probably though, my favorite thing to cook would be dolmades, or koubepia.
When I make them, i start with my biggest deep lidded fryer pan, and fill it halfway with chicken broth, Greek seasoning, and chicken breasts or breast strips, pop my lid on and leave that on medium heat while I work on the main part.
For this, I take ground meat (generally lamb but can also use ground beef, pork or chicken) and mix in dry uncooked rice and generous Greek seasonings, (sometimes feta, sometimes not) I mix this until I have a fairly even mix and grab my grape leaves and sit down to roll them, I add a dollop to the back of the grape leaves, gather from the sides to enclose it like a tiny burrito, and roll the leaf around to make a tiny wrap, I roll until all the meat and the leaves are accounted for. I set these aside and go back to my previous pan, remove the chicken, and set it in a bowl to the side, take the juice of 2 to 3 lemons and 3 to 4 egg yolks in a bowl and temper them by slowly adding the hot broth to them and stirring to incorporate them, once the eggs are tempered, I empty this mixture into the main pan, and proceed to add the stuffed grape leaves, and set the chicken back on top.
I put my lid back on and put 3-5 river rocks on top to keep lid weighted down, leave at medium heat and cook for about an hour.
It’s a favourite in my house
What would you do if you won the lottery?
If I won something like this, I believe I would take care of the people in my life and there are random people I would help as well…the little old woman who’s yard is never mown on Woodrow ave. she needs some repairs on her house new windows and doors and whatnot and the landscaping done. The lady I see driving in Prattville who had practically duct taped her car back together, we’d get her a new car, or this one fixed (If she’s attached for sentimental reasons)
I’d fix my house all the repairs that get put off, build a wraparound porch and build up my little garden area into something special.
I’d give a generous donation to my church before I spent another dime on my own, firstfruits as they are.
Mostly I’d try to use it to better the world around me.
Amanda
Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
My first name…Amanda…is a Latin name which means lovable, worthy of love. Ironically I am not sure I’ve ever solidly been loved for most of my life. It was a popular name in the years I was born and there were numerous Amanda’s around me throughout my school years. I have been called Mandy-manders- and manda much of my life.
I’ve always liked my name and its meaning. Just never felt it truly embodied how the world treats me. Then I guess it treats much of us the same.
I love…
What are your favorite types of foods?
Not sure how to answer this question. I love Mediterranean foods, especially Greek.
I also love all fruits and vegetables, types of foods us a little vague.
Puddle Jumping with Pandora's Box 