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I live with my boyfriend Dugan in a suburb of a city. Dugan is 40 going on 15 and I have been blessed to have loved him for the last five years. We met standing in line at a coffee and dessert cafe. He ordered the last slice of the Tiramisu I wanted and then asked me to sit at a table with him and share it. It was a whirlwind romance and we moved in together a week later. We had so much in common we both knew that this was it. Mother Pot Scrubber was horrified of this hasty and sporadic living arrangement but has reluctantly come around and happy for both of us. She loves Dugan and he is very good to my family and I love his.
Dugan and I have two dogs- Farrah and Moose. Moose is a Red Miniature Pinscher who pretty much rules the house and believes the sun revolves around HIM in HIS universe. He is also gay. But he was like that before I adopted him. I didn't turn or coerce him into a being a gay dog. But I don't love him any less than my straight dogs and I hope someday he finds a nice Giant Schnauzer with a good job that he can be happy with. Perhaps a drug sniffer on the police force that has domestic partner benefits. Farrah is a sweet Lhaso Apso with long blond hair- hence the name Farrah. (as in Fawcett) Her favorite things to do are chase cats and slobber. Much like the real Farrah Fawcett, I suspect.
Edited April 2006: This month we adopted two more MinPins into our family. Demon is a 5 year old Red MinPin and a very rambunctious dog. He is ALL boy and into everything but, undoubtedly, the smartest of all of our dogs. But very sneaky! He is teaching me how to play poker and I owe him 34 dollars. Hercules is a tiny little boy weighing only 5 pounds who has been badly neglected by some not so nice people and is quite sick right now. But he is getting better everyday and will be fine with a lot of love which Dugan and I will enjoy giving him.
Edited July 2006: Hercules is well! He survived malnutrition, kennel cough, distemper, and a broken leg. He is, I am thrilled to say, fully recovered and quite a spirited pistol weighing a whopping 6.5 lbs with just 1 more pound to go. Despite his tiny size- he doesn't take ANY crap from the bigger dogs. He is the favored baby in the family and he will live the rest of his days with all the love Dugan and I can shower him with. Hercules! Hercules! Hercules!
Here are our boys Moose and Demon playing in... umm... I mean...tearing up my garden.

And of course, our resident Princess, Farrah

Moose, Hercules!, and Dugan resting...

My boys at play...

My boys in an "intimate moment" ![]()

Me and Dugan out on the town...

Potsie sucking up to law enforcement. It didn't work... I later got arrested for public lewdness.

Poor Farrah... She has a Jan Brady complex. Marcia! Marcia! Marcia! The boys get all the attention. ![]()

This pic is only posted because my dear friend Leslie~ likes it. I do not know why...
My dear Dugan is a simple, kind man. He is a skilled classic car mechanic and restorer and therefore always has dirty fingernails and smells of gasoline. If I hose him down in the yard he can be cleaned up pretty well, though, and is uncommonly handsome. We recently moved into a new home that we love and are constantly spending more money on. But we will live here forever so... what the hell? It's a wonderful place for us and the dogs. Poor Dugan isn't quite bright however, and I doubt he knows the square root of four. Poor, dear Dugan. I love you anyway.
I would love to compete on a reality show such as "Survivor" or the "Great Race"! I am a resourceful, back stabbing Jezzabelle and a force to be reckoned with. But unfortunately, the only thing I will ever race towards is a shoe sale. I can be easily spotted. After I arrive-I will be the one lying in a crumbled heap gasping for air clutching a pair of red shoes.
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My favorite chef is Paul Prudhomme and my favorite cookbook is The Prudhomme Family Cookbook. I could eat Cajun Food every day for the rest of my life and die a happy person. My dream vacation would be to go to New Orleans and eat so much Cajun food that I explode on Bourbon Street. A huge, loud explosion and all that is left of me is a bloody spot and the remains of some crawfish etoufee where I was standing.
I enjoy zaar very much. I happened across it quite accidentally during a Google search one day and I have been hooked since. My friends and family are very concerned that I spend so much time corresponding with my "little imaginary internet friends" (their words... not mine!) and I think they are planning an intervention. I think that they are being a little harsh to institutionalize me. What am I to do if my new "funny farm" spa does not have internet access and I can't check my 'zaar account? I tried Chef THAT BOBBIEGIRL's The Official 'Zaar Withdrawal Patch with abysmal results. I am scheduled for shock therapy next week.

I feel like I know many of the chefs on zaar just from reading their homepages, reading their recipes, and corresponding in the forums. I am making more friends almost daily and have formed some wonderful alliances here. My homepage is under constant revision so please visit often. But don't be rude and stay past my bedtime.
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Cajun: Give me crawfish etoufee or a gumbo and I may never leave!
Chinese: I prefer the hot and spicy dishes to the delicate dishes. I adore Chinese soups!
Mexican: Bring it on! Enchiladas, tacos, and especially, Chile Rellenos.
White Trash Cooking: This is the stuff I was raised on. Casseroles, mac'n cheese, etc. I ain't too proud to have recipes with "Cream of Crap" soup, either.
Fish: Fry it- poach it- bake it- serve it to me raw in a sushi bar. I adore it.
Sweets: Not much of a sweet eater, but I love tiramisu, peach cobbler, flourless chocolate cake with a raspberry sauce, or a good peanut butter cookie.
Milk: Is milk food? I don't know but it does a body good and I drink around eight glasses day. I can not start my day without a glass of cold moo juice. Or two or three.
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Well dears,I recently celebrated a milestone birthday. I am officially, an old and bitter geezer. But after reflecting on my good life, I have come up with 10 reasons why life can still be encouraging...
1.Kidnappers are not interested in you because you're not worth the ransom.
2.In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first because you have to take medications every four hours.
3.No one expects you to run into a burning building to save a litter of kittens.
4.People won't call past 9PM because they are afraid they will wake you.
5.People no longer view you as a hypochondriac but as a disease waiting to happen.
6.There is nothing left to learn the hard way.
7.Things you buy now won't wear out; and the things you already own... are priceless and valuable antiques.
8.You somehow morph into a strange resemblence of you Mother. And you begin to hoard canned beans and corn and toilet paper.
9.It's ok to have more prescriptions in the fridge than food.
10. It is fun to hear about my friends' operations. They must be sicker than I am. Yay.
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