The Rural Rebel
Life by the Little Apple
Golfing.
I don’t golf. Let me rephrase, Justin hasn’t taught me how yet. I feel like his patience level isn’t high enough to handle it. So as I write this I am following J around the gold course watching him golf while I work on my tan. News flash. It’s hot.
The one thing I keep thinking about, “watch out for snakes” he says.
I’m sorry.
WHAT?!
Would you mind repeating yourself?
So now not only do I have to make sure I don’t get hit by a rogue golf ball, fall into a ditch, or trip over a hole, I have to make sure I don’t step on a snake. Oops. Justin got mad at me cause I didn’t see him make in that last putt.
I feel like after all my great commentary such as “you missed the ball” he is probably never going to ask me to come with him again. We shall see. Oops. I talked while he was trying to hit the ball. My bad. If I would ever come here by myself I would have ZERO idea where to hit the ball. It would not be pretty.
The three cookies I ate early are not sitting well. “Boom. Crushed it.” Apparently expensive balls help. I was not aware he had expensive balls….
Why must we leave the shade????? Nnoooo. Not the sun!! I don’t need a tan. I’m okay with being pasty white. When we get home I am jumping in the swimming pool.
Based on his attitude, I think he is doing well, while I am slowly melting to death and needing a bathroom. Stupid cookies.
To explain, it is my turn for the Cookie Brigade at work. I had to make 2 dozen cookies for the bank to take to Fort Riley. I don’t like cutting recipes in half because I feel like they don’t turn out right…so I might have made 5 dozen cookies. Well, I didn’t make them all. I froze some of the batter for when ‘aunt flo’ comes to visit and I need amazingness. So that explains the cookies.
Whoa. That’s a big golf club. I could do some damage with that baby. I feel sweat running down my back. And my face. And my legs…at least I’m going to pretend it’s sweat (that was a joke)…maybe. *whispers* you’ll never know.
So many nats. Hole 7. So close to 9. Pause. Must observe the swing. Ick. Not good. Are we done yet? No. No we are not. Hole 8. So so close.
This. girl. is on fffiiiirrrrrreeeeee
Hole 9. What what. Yeah! Almost there.
This. Is. It.
YYYAAAAASSSSSSSS!!!!!!!
That’s the game folks. Thanks for being here with me.
Much love, RR
The Bachelorette.
Some of my new friends love The Bachelorette, while I had never seen an episode before. I went to B’s house to watch one and I was hooked. I am catching up on previous episodes and I decided to just capture my thoughts while watching one. You’re Welcome. Haha!
Week 5. OK. Let’s do this.
I adore James Taylor. Jordan looks/acts like a d-bag.
Her clothes are so freaking adorable! That red dress. Oh man. Love it.
I keep thinking about UnReal (because it’s awesome!) and how much of this is actually real? 5 weeks. Psshaa.
Does the host have a smooshed nose?
Does that one guy look like John Krasinski?
Jordan=ick
I’m not sure about Chase. Your a little wierd. Aww..poor Wells. Wait, 31? He looks 19!
It smells like my oven might be on fire. Be right back. Wait! Wells just got a date! (smooch)
Why are the guys laughing at him. Alex, I don’t like you. Don’t be an ass. I don’t like you. Nope. Awkward? Really? YOU MADE IT AWKWARD! Jerkface.
Aww..They are cute together. Her outfit for the date…not.
Still lovin’ James Taylor. JT. Love it. He is so far the only one who hasn’t made fun of the guy yet. I think it’s good that they haven’t kissed. Patience Wells, patience! There is no such thing as a perfect moment! Just do it! Super awkward cheek kiss. Yikes.
Hey D-Bag! There is nothing wrong with taking things slow! Oh F-off.
That pool thing looks fun! JUST KISS HER MAN! AAWWWWW.
Wells. A little awkward. Different….I think I like him.
I want Wells and JT, and maybe the one dude whose name I don’t know. Not Alex. Not Jordan. Not Chase.
Is she sweating or is she just wearing a lot of glittery makeup?
Sad. Goodbye Wells. Hmm…
How uncomfortable is that microphone under all her clothes.
Don’t say NNNOOOO but smile. Guuhhh.
My pizza smells so good. Oh my gosh. Yumm. Is it time to eat yet????? No 😦
I love all the bright colorful building of Argentina.
Robby, what’s with your stupid looking shoes?
Luke…kind of a cutie.
PPPiiiiizzzzzaaaaaaa.
Penalty kiss? good lord. let’s see if someone makes it. Come on JT. YYEEEESSSS!!!!!!!
Boom! He better get the group date rose. I will be pissed if he doesn’t.
SHUT UP JORDAN. No one cares what you think.
I can’t do this anymore. This is ridiculous. I gotta eat my pizza.
Peace out.
-RR.
#Challenge.
I have a rant inside me and it needs to come out.
I’m sure many of you have seen at least one of the #challenges that are out there. There are some that are good, like the #22Kill which helped bring awareness to the fact that about 22 military veterans commit suicide every day. You do 22 push-ups every day for 22 days. I had a friend on Facebook do it and she was inspiring, considering I could barely do one. I didn’t actually do the challenge, I just watched the videos. The#IceBucketChallenge was to raise awareness and money for ALS. One of the problems with it was that a lot of people didn’t realize that you were actually supposed to donate money depending on what you did.
Then we get to the stupid people.
There was a challenge where you set yourself on fire. Yes. Set. Yourself. On. Fire.
#A4Waist (The Paper Waist Challenge)
#ThighGap (The Thigh Gap Challenge)
#UnderBoobChallenge (The Pencil under the boob Challenge)
#BellyButtonChallenge (The Belly Button Challenge)
and so many more.
The latest #challenge has me pissed. I just happened to see the:
#PantyChallenge
I’m sorry. What? WHAT?!
WHO IS COMING UP WITH THIS BULLSH!T!!
Who? Who? Who?
If a woman came up with it, she deserves to..I don’t even know what. Hopefully whoever started it doesn’t have daughters. If they do, they need to be taken away from them. Those girls need parents who respect females…and who aren’t complete SH!THE@DS! You know what, it doesn’t matter if they have girls or boys, they don’t deserve to have children.
The point of the #PantyChallenge is for girls to take a picture of their underwear without any stains or marks. I. Can’t. Even. Nope. Luckily there are a lot of girls against it, thank God. I haven’t actually seen any people I know do it. If they did, we would no longer be friends, because this is the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen.
Yes, setting yourself on fire is completely stupid but I liked to see that as getting rid of the idiots on earth. If you are stupid enough to set yourself on fire just to get on the internet, then you deserve whatever happens to you.
Anyone who does a superficial challenge like any of those are JUST. PLAIN. STUPID.
STUPID. F***ing IDIOTS.
Girls need to start being smart, using your brain, stop being so vain. It doesn’t matter if there is a gap between your thighs. That doesn’t mean your healthy. Your waist is the size of a piece of paper? Hopefully you didn’t starve or vomit your way to get to that point. No one needs to know if I can hold a pencil under my boob. NO ONE NEEDS TO KNOW WHAT IS IN MY UNDERWEAR.
If you want people online to see in your underwear …then do porn.
AAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH.
HAVE SOME SELF RESPECT.
Ok, I think my rant is over. Hopefully. Thanks for listening.
-The Rebel.
4 Days.
It has been a busy week, at work and at home. On Wednesday my sisters and their families rented a cabin at Milford Lake for a couple of days and rented a boat. We had a delicious lunch of Arby’s!!!! (I love Arby’s) and then we headed out to the lake after work. We did some tubing, my sister skied, and my brother-in-law wake-boarded (not sure on the spelling of that).
It was a blast! However, every muscle in my body still hurts, but it was so much fun! Then on Thursday night they all came over to our apartment to eat some pizza and use our pool. 6 adults and 5 children all under the age of 8. It was pretty chaotic but it was great to have everyone over.
Nothing exciting happened on Friday but after I worked til noon on Saturday, we went out to lunch at Mr. K’s Cafe in Manhattan. J’s aunt and uncle recommended it and it was delicious. I had a flat bread Chicken Bacon Ranch Pizza. Yum. Yum. Yum. I also might have had a Red Raspberry Martini thing.
That’s right folks. I got drunk at lunch. After we got home at 1 p.m. (not a.m., p.m.) I took a nap for a few hours and finally got sober again around 9 p.m. I have never had a drink with lunch before. I don’t think I will again for a long while. It was a good week.
Happiness.
Happiness is something that so many people are in search of. One thing that I love about myself is that it does not take much to make me happy. Think about it. The world is all about the next big thing, buying the newest toys, the coolest clothes and shoes. Here is a small list of the small things that bring me happiness. If you are ever feeling down, just try one.
- Plain vanilla ice cream cone
- New fingernail polish
- A short nap
- A hug
- Having a friend over to watch a movie
- Listening to a super fun up-beat song (for me it’s I Just Had Sex by The Lonely Island)
- Watching a YouTube video, usually one by CollegeHumor, probably a video better meant for women… Periods Aren’t That Gross
- Watching a Sunset or Sunrise
- Playing a game of cards
- Swimming
P.S. #6 is even better if you watch on YouTube with Julianne Hough
P.S.S. How cute is her hair? So Cute!
Sunflower State Games 2016.
We spent all day Saturday in Topeka at the Sunflower State Games 2016.
It was hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. He played his first game at noon. It was hot, but it wasn’t bad.
Sadly, he lost the first Match 6-3, 6-0. He tried hard, but it was the first game he had played since last year and he didn’t have a lot of chances to practice, what with the move and all that. I don’t think I normally sweat as much when I exercise as I did watching that match. Holy cow. So much sweat. His aunt and uncle, who are excellent tennis players (I have heard), came to watch the first match and then took us out for lunch at the Blue Moose. I am even more excited for them to open one in Manhattan because it was delicious. Yum yum yum yum yum.
The guy he lost against played his 6:30 guy at 3:30 so we went and watched that match. It took about an hour and a half. I felt bad for them both. They were 49 and 58 years old. I heard someone say that it was about 110 degrees on the court. They took quite a few breaks which was well deserved. Also about that time I realized that even though I had covered up the rest of my body, I forgot about my face. Hello sunburn.
The sun was still brutal at the beginning of the 6:30 match, but by the end it started to go down. It was just a very long day. Both guys were exhausted and worn out.
HE WON!! 6-1, 6-3.
He also got an invitation to the State Games of America in Michigan next summer, so we will be making sure he gets a lot more practice!
Google Feud.
There is this fun game someone discovered today called GoogleFeud.com. It’s a blast. It’s fantastic. It is a complete time suck, almost as bad as Facebook. You choose a category, either Culture, People, Names, or Questions. It’s basically family feud, but with google. You have to fill in the spots with how you think google would autocomplete something. There are some quite creepy answers out there. For example:
Yes. Poor people should eat their babies and then die. What the hell? This is what is wrong with the world. This is real. If you google The Poor Should…these are what will pop up. What is wrong with people? Seriously. I did not get any of these right. None. Thank God. Maybe that means I’m not a psychopath.
Then there are some that are just hilarious. Like, Barack Obama is a cactus, or a robot. Giraffes are fake. Penguins are panda chickens. I think you get the picture.
If you value your time at all…STAY AWAY. STAY FAR AWAY.
Heed my warning.
-RR
I Must Get This Off My Chest.
I have recently become obsessed with Scandal. Its on Netflix and I finally started watching it this past weekend. I. Can’t. Stop. I can’t. It’s impossible. However, there is one thing about it that is driving me ABSOLUTELY CRAZY.
Why did they write in older children for the President? I spent 1 1/2 seasons trying to figure out where they were at and then half way through season 2 you learn that they are at boarding school. What?
My problems….
#1. If my father was running for President, I would totally be there. You saw the Obama daughters all the time.
#2. IF MY FATHER WAS SHOT IN THE HEAD, I WOULD BE AT THE HOSPITAL. Where the hell are these children? What the frack?
Seriously. Why did they even bother writing them in? I don’t know if you ever actually see them? I’m still only in season 2, but really. They are not necessary.
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Please excuse my type vomit, but my frustration with this show manifested itself onto my screen. I feel much better. Thank you for letting me vent.
4th of July.
The 4th of July. It’s a great holiday, not just because it’s a day off work, but because of what it stands for. Freedom, and freedom isn’t free. I remember the first time I had any sort of interaction with PTSD. It was a couple years ago at my hometown firework show. We were standing there watching the flashes and listening to the booms, when I turned around to see him throwing up in the nearest trashcan. That was when I realized what fireworks do to veterans. They can send them back to hell in a second. Please keep that in mind during this time of year while you are having fun, they could be having a nightmare. Please be respectful.
We went to my husbands hometown for their 3rd of July celebration. We had a BBQ and dessert and homemade ice cream.
Not to mention glow sticks! Yes, those are glow bracelets inside J’s mouth.
Banana Bread.
Banana Bread. It’s so goooooood. We had a couple bananas that were getting a little brown so I decided it was time. I got this recipe for banana bread from my sister who got it from her sister-in-law who got it from…I have no idea where. So, let us begin.
Preheat your oven to 350 degrees.
Assemble your materials….
Mix all of your dry ingredients together in a medium-ish sized bowl.
Mash up your bananas….
Then combine all of your wet ingredients in a large bowl
Now it’s time to add the dry ingredients to the wet ones in the big bowl. Mix it only until everything is combined. Just make sure you get all the dry stuff mixed up…otherwise it tastes a little…dry. Then you can pour it into your bread pan!
p.s. if your using a real pan, i suggest spraying it first!
Let it bake for 60 to 70 minutes..I usually let mine go for at least 70. The top may start to look brown, but it’s ok. It’s a sweet brown, not burnt!
MMMmmmmm….I can smell it baking! I just want some right now! Ugh, I hate waiting.
(pause)
The Recipe:
Dry Ingredients
1 ¾ C flour
1 ½ t baking soda
¾ t salt
Mix together in medium sized bowl
Wet Ingredients
3 eggs
1 ½ C sugar
1 C mashed banana (2 large)
¾ C vegetable oil
Mix together in large bowl
Add the dry ingredients to the wet ones just until combined. Don’t over mix.
Cook at 350 degrees for 60 to 70 minutes.
Add butter! Enjoy!
-RR
One Ring…
We (mostly my man) are nerds. Geeks. Whichever one you like. I enjoy video games on a mild level. My husband lives for them. Also, Star Wars (the old trilogy and the brand new, not the trilogy in the middle), Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, and GAME OF THRONES!!
The J-Dawg (I’m still working on what to refer to my husband as) read my first post and came up with this fun little ditty in response.
Three blogs for days gone by,
Seven for reasons unknown to all,
Nine more because she was too shy,
One for the rest of posts to fall.
In the Little Apple where Wildcats prowl,
One blog to rule them all, One blog to find them,
One blog to bring them together and in Manhattan bind them.
In the Little Apple where Wildcats prowl.
-RR
