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DIY Irish Cream Liqueur

One of my most favorite drinks in the whole wide world is Bailey’s Irish Cream Liqueur. I discovered it about 10 years ago while at a family event. I was immediately hooked on it and coffee has never been the same since. Soon however I realized that this not-so-frequent obsession would cost me $20/bottle. Yeeeesh!! So I set out on a quest to find a less expensive alternative. What I came up with (after finding several recipes) was a concoction that I thought was pretty dang good. Not exactly the same as Bailey’s but just as good if not better – I’m bias.

Let’s quit wasting time with pillow talk and dive right in:

  • Sweetened condensed milk – 14oz
  • Evaporated milk – 12oz
  • Egg – 1
  • Hershey’s Syrup – variable
  • Evan Williams – use the 12oz can from the evaporated milk

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Go ahead and crack open that egg in your mixing bowl and get it nice and whipped up (correct way to say that?) like you were gonna make scrambled eggs. Now get that condensed milk and evaporated milk opened and dump that in with the egg. No…really, I mean it. Here’s where it gets weird…take the evaporated milk can and fill it up sort of to the top with the Evan Williams whiskey and then dump that into the mixing bowl.

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Now comes the fun part. Grab the Hershey’s syrup. This is the “variable” of the recipe…ok, let’s be honest, the whole thing is variable. Anyways, I usually squeeze the bottle for about 3 seconds, give or take. Too much chocolate can be a bad thing in this case. Once you’ve done this, grab your favorite whipper and take care of the mixture. Be careful not to go too fast or whip too much…we’re dealing with milk afterall…you’re not looking for curdled liqueur are you? You should end up with a nice smooth, creamy mixture at this point.

Voila…you’re done. Bottle and distribute as necessary.  Keep in mind, THIS HAS TO BE KEPT REFRIGERATED. Don’t say I didn’t warn you or tell you later when you get sick because you didn’t listen. THIS HAS TO BE KEPT REFRIGERATED.  Have a great holiday everyone and enjoy your beverages.

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The Changing Room Clothes Caper

On Thursday, the new Kohl’s catalogue came in the mail, and with it, came the standard discount coupon, 10%, 20% or 30% off. Whoo hoo…30% off!! I called my mom to go with me, as I often do. Let’s face it, regardless of how good a dad I think I am, I will still never be as cool as I think I am. It helps to have a female’s perspective when getting them new clothes.

Mom had taken Dylen to a skin care party at my sister-in-law’s house for the morning so Rhyen & I met them at Kohl’s on the Rock Road. Dylen is fairly easy to pick clothes out for – you point her to anything with skirts and the colors pink & purple, and she’s happy. Rhyen on the other hand is like a dog doing the pee pee dance – around and around we go until she finds the perfect blend of cool, punk and tomboy. I had already gone into the changing room once for Dylen and she was walking around with Nene looking for a dress. Rhyen and I had a stack of clothes to try on so we headed back to the changing room.

As Rhyen was trying on her clothes, Dylen came back with Nene and was trying on a dress. The changing room wasn’t labeled men or women, so I was standing inside the hallway. My mom is standing down a few doors and she proceeds to tell me that someone took Dylen’s changing room and they were waiting to get into the room to get her clothes out. I got a little irate about this because Mom said she didn’t say anything to the woman in the room and were just waiting patiently until she came out. I’m not that nice and was trying to make sure the woman heard me as I spoke loudly of how rude it was for her to take a little girl’s room. Just then, a Kohl’s store employee came into the hallway and asked that I leave the women’s changing room because a woman felt uncomfortable going into a room with me in the hallway. I tried to tell her that I was there for my daughters and that someone had taken her room with her clothes, but she was insistent. So I stood out of the hallway and let my Mom take care of it.

After a few minutes, Mom came out and said Dylen’s clothes were not in the room. I was losing my patience (as little as that was). Another employee helped my Mom look for the clothes in all the rooms, thinking maybe Dylen had made a mistake about which room she was in. We waited for each room to open, and still no clothes. At this point, I was beginning to get upset. The employees were running around looking for the clothes, checking all of their baskets to make sure that none of them accidentally picked up the clothes thinking they were new ones to be put back. Dylen meanwhile was running around wearing a long sun dress. I called her over to me and lifted the bottom of the dress (that hung to the ground) to expose her feet. Yep, she was wearing her boots. I considered asking her why she put her boots back on after taking her clothes off, but I thought, at least her shoes weren’t stolen.

The search went on for nearly an hour, and I was more than ready to leave. The supervisor at Kohl’s finally said she was very sorry and asked if she could walk Dylen up to the front and pay for the outfit she was wearing. The woman took my name, phone number and a description of the outfit she was wearing. She said she would call me if for some reason the clothes turned up. I was skeptical and could only think, “What kind of sick freak would steal a little girl’s clothes from a changing room in a department store??”. I realize that Kohl’s had nothing to do with Dylen’s clothes being stolen and I certainly am not unreasonable enough to think that it’s their responsibility to keep track of her things while in the changing room; Kohl’s paying for a new outfit was a simple extension of true customer service.

As much as I wanted to leave, each of the girls still needed a pair of shoes. It took another 30 minutes or so to pick up Tony Hawk size 4s and some Twinkle Toes. We made our way to the front of the store, paid for the clothes, and made our way into Snowmageddon Part Deux (yes, by this time there was at least 2 inches on the ground). We sat in the Jeep for a few minutes to get warmed up and let the snow melt off the windshield. Just then, my phone rang with an unknown phone number. I reluctantly answered it, and the woman on the other end said she was from Kohl’s and had found my daughter’s clothes. She explained that a woman had mistakenly picked them up when she gathered her clothes and put them in the bottom of her cart. I wanted to be grateful, but I also wanted to find that woman and point a finger in her face like a mother and say “Well if you hadn’t been so rude as to take someone else’s room, we wouldn’t be in this problem”.

I could give you a lot of different spins on a moral here, but the one that should really stand out is this. Kohl’s Department store went above and beyond today to make up for a bad situation that they didn’t cause. There were at least 5 employees turning every stone in the changing rooms to find Dylen’s clothes. In the end, the simple gesture of paying for a $20 dress reinforced my decision to continue shopping at Kohl’s. Expect Great Things.

P.S. While I waited for employees to search the changing rooms, I was, of course, tweeting and facebooking. Kohl’s nearly immediately responded to my tweets. I have no doubt that had the manager not already agreed to pay for her clothes, the social media team at @Kohls_Official would have taken care of us. Here’s a link to the tweet from Kohl’s.

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Random Moments

As I make my way through the generational gaps, pillaging the years away, I find more and more that I have “consistent mannerisms”.  Meaning, I fall into a rut and my fat ole butt is used to doing certain things. One particular such case is that I will purposely wake up in the morning at 5am, just so I can be alone. That doesn’t sound logical when I say it out loud. The point is, I enjoy the serenity of sitting at my desk while the sun is barely peeking over the old industrial train track bridge along Hwy 370. I sip on my coffee, cross my legs (like old men do), and use one hand to navigate my way through the morning interwebz.

I steered off course here. The point is, this morning, during my “old man time”, I was playing around with my screen saver options on the MacBook Pro. There is a default randomizer for your iPhoto pictures so I chose it and hit test. Since I have an external monitor that I display on as a secondary window, the randomizer chose 2 different pictures and alternated fading in and out. As I watched the pictures slowly scroll across my pixels, I began to get emotional. So many different images of just amazing events in my life from the last year or so. I saw one of Dylen’s surgery. I saw one of me and Don Head. I saw one from our summer road trip and I saw one of me and an ex-girlfriend. Very random moments. And I thought to myself, amidst all the stress of work and day to day life issues, I’m pretty lucky. I have much to be grateful for and the reality of it is…even when I think I have nothing, I really have it all.

Here’s a few random moments that I enjoyed this morning.

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Love Wagon vs. Vik Versa

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What’s So Funny??

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If You’re Gonna Spew, Spew Into This

I thought it was odd that I checked in at the American Airlines counter and got no assigned seating.  They said it wasn’t available but they would have it prior to boarding.  I dismissed it; surely my trip to New York wouldn’t start out with a bad flight.

When I got to my gate, I checked in again at the boarding counter.  The agent told me everything would be fine and just to hang out.  So I did.  And I did.  Oh, and then I waited some more.  Then they boarded.  And boarded some more.  Finally, the agent called my name and assigned me a seat…in the very last row.  Great.  Awesome.  Right by the bathroom.  He said “Oh and if some lady’s baby is sitting in your seat, tell her that’s your seat.  The baby has to sit on her lap.”  This didn’t have the words ‘happy ending’ written anywhere on it.

As I sat down, the woman was sitting with the baby boy (maybe 10-12 months old) bouncing on her lap…screaming….and crying.  The woman’s 12ish year old daughter sat in the other seat.  I took my seat and attempted to ignore the situation.  I thought if it were me traveling with one my girls as a baby, I’d hope people would have patience with me.

I checked the weather prior to lifting off and saw that NYC was having some rainy weather.  My coworker also texted me and said there were high winds in the area.  The plane took off about 20 minutes late; not exactly sure why though.  I had my doubts on the comfort of the flight with the screaming baby next to me, but after about 45 minutes in the air, he finally fell asleep.  I focused on my movie on the MacBook Pro and everything was fine.

Then, it happened. <queue suspense music> All at once, the plane dropped, hard.  I saw heads suddenly go up out of their seats and felt my whole body raise.  With that, the eminent seat belt light came on and the familiar radio voice came over the loud speaker suggesting we buckle up for a bumpy ride.

spewI’ve had my fair share of turbulent rides on the airplane, but this one takes the cake.  Over the next 20 minutes, it seemed like we went from plane to roller coaster.  My stomach is not particularly weak, however I soon found out that the 12ish year old girl next to me, was not as lucky.  She did her best to jump over me and dart into the bathroom.  Clearly, by the sounds I heard, she was giving birth to a gallon of toxic spew.  The flight attendant helped her out of the bathroom and back to her seat (since she wasn’t supposed to get up in the first place).  The attendant gave her a big plastic bag and said it would be better than the paper bag in the seat pocket.  I agreed since it was bigger.  A few minutes later, the woman in front of me was exhibiting the same signs as the young girl and requested one of the bigger plastic barf bags.  3 minutes after her, the woman 3 rows in front of me, jumped on the bandwagon for the puke parade.  I know what you’re thinking, “Wow, 3 people puking around you…that’s gross.  What did you do?”  Well, what could I do?  And then it happened…the baby’s head starting spinning and pea soup came shooting out, but not into a bag.  “Are we there yet!!??” crossed my mind but I chose restraint instead.  The plane landed a few minutes later.  I’m sure you wish there was more to this tale, but I’m happy to report there’s not.   Isn’t that enough?  You people are sick.

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Epic Apple Store Video Fail

The other night, myself and @ibeemi (Emily) went out for awhile.  Dinner at Fridays, Apple Store at West County, hoosier hunting at Wal-Mart, Mill Stream, an exclusive Gentlemen’s Club in St. Charles, and then finally back to Mill Stream.  It was a rather eventful evening, and most fun!

While at the Apple Store though, we made a quick video.  Wouldn’t ya know it though….the damn mic was turned off on the particular iMac we were using.  So while the video is mildly humorous, you can’t hear a dang thing.  Enjoy.

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My Christmas Wish List

Since the holidays are right around the corner and I’m sure you’ll all be getting me something, I figured I’d throw out my list to you so that you’re shopping is a wee bit easier. You’re welcome. I’m thoughtful like that. Don’t feel like you have to wrap these presents either. I’m ok with just the store wrapper/box. No card is necessary either. Just be sure to email/tweet/RT/FB/IM me so that I can have my assistant send out the appropriate thank you’s. Let’s get started shall we.

This is all I could think of off the top of my head, but I’ll add more as I think of them.

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The St. Louis Apple Picking TweetUp

eckertsOn a weekly basis I’m looking for things to do with my kids on the weekend. Sometimes, things seem to drop in my calendar and other times, I find the most obscure random events going on. However, this weekend was kind of a no-brainer because now that we’re in full autumn swing, the fruit orchards are harvesting. Apple picking is not only a fun thing to do on a Sunday afternoon…but it’s even more fun when you can do it with your family and friends.

On Sunday, October 4th, 2009, I will be taking my girls to Eckert’s Farm in Belleville, IL for some good ole country fun. Everyone is invited to join us as this will be a peak time for picking Golden Delicious and Red Delicious apples. Eckert’s charges $1.59/lb for their apples but it’s worth every penny!

We’ll meet at 2:00pm at the country store.  The weather is slated to be beautiful so I hope to see all my friends there.

Be sure to follow Eckert’s on Twitter and let them know you’re coming and supporting our local economy.  If you decide to retweet this event, be sure to use the hashtag #STLAppleTweetup.

Eckert’s Farm is located at:
951 S. Green Mount Road
Belleville, IL 62220
Google Maps

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This Is Me Being Vulnerable

This past weekend during my daughter’s birthday party, a few of us adults were sitting around in the living room while all the kids played. Somehow my social media life became a topic of conversation. It’s been a long standing joke in my family that I’m much too open with my life. My brother took this opportunity to poke fun at it with his jokes of satire.

It’s true though. I’m sometimes much too open for my own good and some day it may even catch up with me. My thought process for this however is that I’m a good guy (in my own mind). I don’t do drugs, I’m not a troublemaker, I think I’m a good father to my children, I try to respect people at all costs even when their opinions differ, and I generally have a good disposition about life. If I was anything less than these things, then maybe I’d be worried. But the truth is, I have nothing to hide. I make no attempts at hiding much of anything in my life, including my political views, my handguns, and Christian beliefs.

To further my vulnerability, I’ve decided to talk about my latest life drama. I have been divorced for nearly 2.5 years now. I have custodial rights for my children and have them 67% of the time. I chose not to take child support from my ex-wife. Financially for me, this has proven to be overwhelming since the daycare bills alone equal more than $800/month. I make a descent wage for the career I’m in but at the end of the month, there’s not a whole lot left over.

Over the past few years I’ve also worked at whittling away debt and have done very well at it. I finally came to a point though where I needed help. Rather than put myself in a situation where debt would overrun my life or I became so late on bills that I’d start having things shut off, I decided to swallow my pride. I talked with my parents initially to ask for their opinions on what I could do. Of course the option of getting a 2nd job came up but given that I only have a few weekday nights of solitude, working a $7/hr job for 10-12 hours a week didn’t seem like it would cut it. The final option was for me to move in with my parents; an idea that I was not very comfortable with since I’m 33 years old. After a week of contemplating and deep thought, I decided to give in. After all, my pride is not nearly as valuable to me as the welfare of my children.

I’m working hard on a promotion at work and with any luck, by the end of the year or even the beginning of 2010, I’ll land the gig and my monthly income will grow; thus allowing me to substantiate a more fruitful and vibrant lifestyle for my children. I keep telling myself this is a temporary situation. I’m embarrassed to talk about it, but when I do, people are generally ok with it.

My parents have been nothing but nice to me. They respect my privacy and have given me enormous amounts of love. I am truly blessed to be their son. My bedroom is essentially the dining room for the time being but I’m ok with it. It’s helping me to make sure my family is taken care of. While it would hinder any kind of dating relationship I ever get into, I hope that a woman will be able to see past “living with my parents” and realize that I’m not doing it out of laziness but rather for the safety and well being of my children. If a woman DID have a problem with it, then reevaluation would surely see me walking out of that relationship.

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