Over an entry about mashed potatoes. Read on (and know that I have edited it a bit):
Fuck you and your shitty music. Who wants to listen to some moron who is getting a ton of money because he got shot and now he has grown a speech impediment? That ni**er isn’t even worth 50 cents, I’m sad that the shooter didn’t murder his ass like he should have.
Posted by Colt at February 29, 2004 01:10 AM
Apparently, Colt cannot read. In addition, he’s kind of a dumbass, since he reacted only to the picture of 50 Cent by “Now Playing”, and neglected to follow the link to Amazon and the L.L. Cool J CD. And Colt, honey, if you don’t want to listen to it, then don’t. But leave anymore bullshit comments like that, and I’ll not only ban your IP, I’ll start haunting your worst nightmares (what’s the weather like in Sacramento, anyway?). One word, son: tolerance. Say it with me now.
I’ve made some badass food in my day (and there are many who will back me up on this), but tonight’s mashed potatoes are, indeed, the G.O.A.T.
The twist? Fresh herbs, shallots, and feta. Since I made the whole recipe (serves 4) and there are only two of us, yes, there are leftovers. And yes, I’m willing to share.
In exchange for not bitching about the new mower, Kevin has decided (wisely) not to bitch about the $200+ grocery bill I racked up today. It’s not my fault, really. If anyone is to blame, I think it’s Rachael Ray. Or Iron Chef. Actually, let’s just heap all the blame on FoodTV.
You see, I’m at that point (again) where I can’t think of anything to cook. Bear in mind that I have a whole bookcase dedicated just to cookbooks. However, every once in a while, I get stuck. That’s when I turn to the Food Network for inspiration. Usually, I can watch one or two shows, get ideas, and that’s that. Yesterday, however, the stars and planets aligned in a recipe for a grocery-store-spending-spree disaster (I bought 4 different kinds of mushrooms). I was home all day, and all day I was glued to the Food Network. Then I was unexpectedly given today off, as well, so, naturally, it was off to the store while Kevin mowed (there’s a rumor that there are pictures of this). An hour later, it was all over. I was afraid he might kill me, but all he said was “Well, you don’t make a habit of this, so this once is okay”.
It looks like Kevin will be eating extremely well this week, and because he’s so understanding, he’ll probably even get out of dish duty.
Do not intrude on ManLand. It used to be okay, but I don’t know what happened. I mean, all of my friends used to be guys, but not so much anymore. Lesson learned tonight, however: When the husband buys a new toy (i.e. a Riding Mower, or tractor as he’s calling it), just let the boys be boys. Stay tuned for pictures…..
After my husband’s midnight symphony last night, I’m a little wiped out today. I’m off tomorrow, and I plan on doing abso-friggin-lutely nothing. Well, maybe I’ll vacuum. And do some laundry. Oh, and go to the grocery store. And cook dinner (I have a new recipe for sauteed chicken with shallots and vermouth). And dust. But that’s it.
Hooray for Fridays off!
What happens if they leave the oven on by mistake? Or if they forget to lock the front door?
My husband rarely drinks. However, here it is, 9:40 on a Monday night, and he is—-ahem—-intoxicated. He’s funny when he’s not-quite-sober! Hooray for good wine!
After an amazing weekend with the husband, it was back to work today for me. Since I’m digging the four-day work week, I’ve decided to throw in a vacation day next week to mentally gear myself up for three weeks in another (work) location. Even though I’ll be communting, I’ve gotten awfully used to working close to home.
Anyway, the weekend was fantastic. We went over to Fort Worth for the Home & Garden Show and yummy eats that we don’t have here in the Mound. On Sunday, it was off to do some boy shopping. After a trip to Ultimate Electronics and Sears, I was exhausted enough to call it quits. Kevin, however, continued on to Home Depot and Lowe’s.
It may not sound like much to everyone else, but a whole weekend to do “normal” married-people things is a rarity in these parts, and it was thoroughly enjoyed by all. I can’t wait for the next one!
And sadly, I just wasted 1/2 an hour playing with this. Send help.
Frank: I told my wife I wouldn’t drink tonight. Besides, I got a big day tomorrow. You guys have a great time.
College Student: A big day? Doing what?
Frank: Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday, we’re going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don’t know, I don’t know if we’ll have enough time.
Yup, that’s pretty much the plan. Believe it or not, I have a full weekend off, and I plan to make the most of it. I think, however, instead of Home Depot, we may try to make it to this.
Hmmmm…..I wonder if anyone else would like to tag along?
It looks like there’s a council seat up for grabs, not to mention the mayor’s seat. Is it time for Kevin to run for office?
For the past few weeks, it seems as though my normal insomnia has kicked into overdrive. Usually, I can’t fall asleep. Now, I manage to fall asleep, but I can’t stay asleep. Today, I was up at 3:00 AM, and was wide awake until the alarm went off at 5:something. I’m glad I only had to work until noon today, since the first thing I did when I got home was take a nap. I’m still tired.
I’ve been a very good girl lately, too. I refuse to take anything to help me sleep because of the whole baby-making effort (believe me, I never could have guessed how out-of-whack a little diphenhydramine could throw your reproductive system). I’ve kicked most of my bad habits, so logically, I should sleep better at night knowing that I’m making positive changes in my life.
I’m running out of tricks to lull myself into a peaceful slumber. I can recite all the states (and their capitals) in alphabetical order. Counting sheep has become so familiar to me that I’ve started to give them names. So here’s the question:
What are some other tricks to incude sleep?
But my husband is truly amazing. On Sunday, he did all the laundry AND cleaned out the garage. But that’s not the half of it.
Last Friday, I noticed a rather large tumor on the inside of Rigley’s leg. Those of you who know me know that she is my baby. So, it therefore stands to reason that I may have freaked out just a little bit. I spent the weekend worrying about it, and I would have rushed her to the vet on Saturday, but we have a history of bad things happening on Valentine’s Day, so I was too superstitious to take her. The vet could see her today, though. Kevin (the most wonderful man on Earth) came home early to take her (I feared the worst and knew that if—God forbid—something was terribly wrong, I would be unable to function).
Then came the news: She’s perfectly fine. It is, in fact, a tumor, but it is benign. We’ll know for sure on Friday when we get the pathology report back, but the vet flat out said we were wasting our money on the test, because the sample she took was all she needed to see. Nevertheless, I’m paranoid, and Kevin ordered the test. The vet also said that she can’t believe how alert, friendly, and healthy she is for her age (she’s almost 10).
Hooray for Kevin! Hooray for the vet! Most of all, hooray for the baby!
Hooray for the San Francisco Orchestra! Yeah, this site is designed for kids, but I’ve been playing with it for an hour, now, and I’ve suddenly recalled all the music theory I ever learned (which, really, was quite a bit). Go here and have fun. Don’t forget to go to the Composerizer, which lets you create your own piece. Also, the Performolater is fun. Did you think when you got up today that you’d learn how to play “A Little Night Music”? Mozart (and the SFS) rocks!!!