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I just want say that last night I did something very interesting. Now I’m not a squeamish  kind of chick I've never been. Scary movies, horror flick I love them and they’re best watched in the dark. My sister taught me that, thank you sister dear! Although there have been moments on The Walking Dead that have been cringe worth. However there are only three things that will make me cower; the first are clowns. I mean come on how can you not fear those weird, creepy bastards. Have you seen that creepy plate with the little girl crying and a creepy clown hovering over…I get the hebeejeebes just thinking about it! The second is jello! Oh My God! Not only does it jiggle (food that jiggle is not natural) but the stuff it’s made of it is ewwwwwness. When I was a teenager we would go out to Hometown and my dad (he loves the stuff ick ick icky!) he’d get some and jiggling it on his plate and ask do you want some? >_< He was not funny! Despite the fact that everyone else thought so, those rat bastards! Anyways last but not least needles. I just don’t know what it is, the thought of someone stabbing me with a needle. That’s the only reason I’m tattoo free, otherwise I think I would be cover in them. Oh dear lord all the blood leaves my face and makes me wanna run for the hills.

So yeah I guess it’s an odd combination of thing to be scared of, nevertheless I think I’m pretty tough chick. I've bled profusely before and was more like OMG mom is gonna kill me for getting it on my cloths. Then OMG I’m bleeding? So the thing is my lovely mother has left on vacation to see her sister for the Holiday season. I know the first thing you think OMG!!!! NO Tamales WTF!!! Well never fear tan tan tan! I’m totally gonna make some…umm maybe there should be a little fear. Now I know what you're think. Oh carp she gonna burn the house down. In any other circumstance I would totally agree with you, but I'm not doing it alone sibling one and four are gonna help. Hence I only have to gather all the ingredients, then start the prep work. So it beings....green sauce made, check, corn husk soaking, check, whole chicken, che…oh wait I kind of need that chicken in pieces. D’oh! 

Now I've cooked and handle my share of meat (ha ha ha aha meat! that's what she said!) but I'll be honest with you. I have never chopped up a whole chicken (bones & all). In any case silly me thought hey I can do this, it’s just a chicken. Can it be that hard to do?...Butchers do it every day! So I pulled that chicken out of its gooey bag. Don’t forget you got make sure all the insides like the heart n stuff is out of it's chest cavity Ooo! yummy! Place them to side despite the fact that I’m not sure what to do with them? O.o Hmmm what would you cook with that stuff anyway? Continuing on I gently place the bird on cutting board. Stand there for a bit cause I have no plan of attack, then I say Ah fuck it! I start stabbing it with my steely knife (but I just can't kill the beast!). Boy did I chose the wrong knife! I tell you what! The worst thing you can do is start this type of endeavor with a dull fucking knife! First I skinned the bitch. I never new how boney a damn chicken was, (horrible fucking knife). So let me tell you a skinless dead bird not attractive. Then I commenced with make it in to pieces. So I took off it's wing...I swear could hear, feel the knife going through the bone with pressure I applied, cracked! Did you know that if you Google how many pieces should you have you'll get a link on how to cut it up. I probably should have gone there first...I know someone else had killed the dear bird. It was already dead, certainly wasn't dying again but I kind of felt bad. Still at the same time skinning, breaking its bone, the feel of the left over blood splattered here and there. I know it's gonna sounded creepy and wrong but I kind found do it almost pleasurable, amusing, entertaining...enjoyable. Although it was dead, nonetheless I killed it again...muhahaha!