tastes like chicken.....not!

I was invited down to Chinatown yesterday to have lunch with my little SeaKyung(my foreign exchange daughter who lived with me for 2 years on and off while she was in high school...hmmm I should blog that story) and her Chinese boyfriend who is from Beijing. They thought it would be nice to have a real authentic meal like Gregory eats and Eric just RAVED about the food in Beijing when he came back from a visit with Greg...so I said, " OK".

All food was orderd by Bean( the boyfriend)
All food looked interesting...
All food was good....

We had soup that tasted like grits.....very good . I would eat it again
rice cooked in leaves...good
shrimp wrapped in rice wrapper....ok
beef wrapped in rice wrapper....better....I think it was the wrap part that was not so good...too wet/sticky
babecued pork in a roll......VERY good would have every day
potatoe puffs....very very good
and something that looked like chicken wings.

Keep in mind that they had NO forks....just chopsticks....
I try to pick up the wings with my chopsticks.
get it halfway at my plate and it falls in to my tea....
finally....after a half a dozen times I get it to my mouth and start to chew.....

Just so you know.

Chicken FEET do not taste like Chicken......
not now.. not yesterday... not EVER!!!!

I guess you can take the girl out of West Virginia but even the West Virginian doesn't do FEET
*ugh*

Me...an Illegal immigrant??????

So I was called an illegal the other day.

Now I consider this a stupid discussion in the first place.
I feel that there are borders for a reason and you live in Canada you are CANADIAN you live in Mexico you are MEXICAN you live in America you are AMERICAN..do you see where I am going with this?
If you want to migrate to America....follow the proper protocol

but I digress..

But to be told that my ancestors were illegal is the height of stupidity.....

1) how do you know that if I don't know who and when and where MY ancestors arrived...I am guessing that there were not laws that were in force then cause I am thinking my ancestors arrived a very LONG time ago...and were LEGAL immigrants

(also, imagine their surprise when I told them...umm, sorry, but I do have Native American Indian in my blood. and go take your freaking Percent rule and put it where the sun don't shine...) so let's see....NATIVE AMERICAN or um, I'm sorry what did you say you were...Italian? Polish? EUROPEAN?????

2) you only care because your grandfather arrived illegaly and now everyone else born here is legal and you don't want grandaddy sent back to Russia... or Afghanistan or wherever the heck you came from
Mind your own damn business....spend the money to become legal.....learn the freaking American language and keep the Spanish America the beautiful in Mexico if you can't freaking sing it in English.

Enough said.
I think my position is clear and I HATE talking politics.

Don't make me do it again.....this is America..... if you don't want to come legally....go back to where you freaking came from.

Idiots.

Bowling with the team

Ok, I admit.....I couldn't resist......Bowling I mean....
16 of the Scholastic Bowl came to bowl for our end of the year party. One of the young men(there are only 2 girls on the team. go figure) who has been my JV captian and is now one of the varsity captains, has taken up bowling and wants me to coach a bowling team for our school.
Now, believe it or not, I am NOT that competitive (although I do think people would disagree with that statement) but this appeals to me on a few levels.
1) I am a pretty good bowler
2) I think I could be a pretty good coach ( I am fond of saying ..."just cause I know how to pick up the spares, doesn't mean I can)
3) I don't care if they win or lose as long as they have fun...or so I say now..

but anyway, a lot of work to start a team of anything at a high school and I am not sure I am up to the challenge but more on that later......

Bowling today with 16 little dumplings.... the chant
Beat Mrs. O
Beat Mrs. O
brought out the worst/Best of me.

I rolled 5 games.....
181
132
165
206
200

Ok so the 132 sucked but no one came close to it...

Man, I loved beating all these boys who thought they could beat me.

Maybe I am more competitive than I thought....
but here is the bad part

I can hardly lift my arm.
Obviously I am not meant to bowl more than 3 at a time.

It doesn't pay to try to be a 16 year old again

I might have the experience to bowl well
but they have the youth.

They are probably out doing something fun now
and I am going to put the heating pad on my bicep.

*sigh*