After having the Instant Pot for a few days, I decided I’d try my hand at coming up with something on my own. I like chicken, and it’s a natural for the IP. The 2 attempts we’ve made with rice in the menu ended up with the rice a bit “mushy” for my taste, so I decided that chicken and rice would be a good choice to experiment and see if I can get the “rice added to food” process right.
I wish I could say I purchased our Instant Pot carefully after doing tons of research and making a highly informed decision; but I didn’t. It was already January 4th (2018), our anniversary was coming up in just over a week, and I didn’t have a thought yet as to what I was going to get Gini.
Yesterday was a rough day. Gini called me at work to let me know that our neighbor had called. Our Boston Terrier Celtic had gotten
Snowball Express is an event held every year serving the children of our fallen military heroes. It’s a time for the kids and parents with a common bond to share a safe space, meet supportive friends, and have some “decompression time”. This post is about the hardest “job” I’ve had with the Patriot Guard Riders, which was at this year’s Snowball Express.
Gini’s Mom was becoming more insistent that Celtic (our Boston Terrier) was “hers”, and he wasn’t as thrilled with the idea. She would pick him up and carry him around (he’s really way too heavy for that); when she put him in her lap, he was too heavy and uncomfortable for her. Plus, he’d “escape” the first chance he got, and run to Gini.
About 7, 8 years ago, our friend Tammy Looney posted that a friend of hers had a dog for adoption. We contacted her friend Kim Ward, and after some pretty extensive questioning, she agreed we could take Celtic the Boston Terrier home.
OK, I know there’s this typical stereotype about the computer geek living at home with his mother, and no, that’s not what this is about.
Things seemed so calm, but the sudden panic attack was near. It was almost 11pm, and we were at our daughter’s house with the grandsons (who were all now in bed). Gini had fallen asleep after fighting the battle of the bedtime to a draw with the oldest of the two; and I was watching the last of “Dawn of the Planet of the Apes” on HBO.
This is a bit of a long story, probably too long for a blog post; but a story worth telling. It’s about the worst, and best, Mexican vacation I’ve had. You can probably guess it had a happy ending, but we definitely weren’t sure it would turn out that way as events were unfolding.
Our dog Celtic usually sleeps on the bed, but at the foot of it. During the night, he’ll typically snuggle up to Gini, because she’ll
My name is Herb Parsons, your semi-average 66-year-old guy. I’ve been married to my wife Gini for 28 years, and between us, we have 5 children and 11 grandchildren (currently).
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