Big Daddy and I are having a blog war. That is because we don't know how to blog very well. Big Daddy is starting a blog on his cooking and we are trying to learn how to post multiple pictures with comments.
Good thing the food is good, by the way dinner was fabulous, because our computer skills may the end of this harmonious relationship.
Tomorrow I want white chocolate creme brulee for dinner and perfectly peeled and sectioned blood oranges for breakfast. Big Daddy should not have set such high standards.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
It is warm now.
There is still snow and ice but you can go outside and not freeze. It must be 32 degrees here.
Went out to get my toes done and enjoy the balmy breezes. Toes look great and the toe lady had a lot of great purses on display but I could not, I repeat could not look. She has the best purses and accessories and they are at a great price. But I am on the austerity program until Obama fixes the world economy and we can all spend money again. Fox news is saying the economic downturn is now a bullshit stance to keep the money from flowing so the democrats can save us and give us free cheese. Fuck free cheese I want Nancy Pelosi's pearls and I want to see her tax returns.
I hounded Big Daddy to start a blog on cooking, eating, and showing pictures of how real people eat. This would be us. Big Daddy doesn't like our joined blogs and is threatening to secede. Fie on you Big Daddy. And the dirty rice better be good.
Went out to get my toes done and enjoy the balmy breezes. Toes look great and the toe lady had a lot of great purses on display but I could not, I repeat could not look. She has the best purses and accessories and they are at a great price. But I am on the austerity program until Obama fixes the world economy and we can all spend money again. Fox news is saying the economic downturn is now a bullshit stance to keep the money from flowing so the democrats can save us and give us free cheese. Fuck free cheese I want Nancy Pelosi's pearls and I want to see her tax returns.
I hounded Big Daddy to start a blog on cooking, eating, and showing pictures of how real people eat. This would be us. Big Daddy doesn't like our joined blogs and is threatening to secede. Fie on you Big Daddy. And the dirty rice better be good.
Friday, February 6, 2009
I'm happy now
Don't know what came over me yesterday but I just decided-to heck with all that. Can't go on being depressed and unhappy over all the foolishness I have no control over. Plan B is formed. If this shit gets so bad we are going down the toilet when we get to the last $2500.00 we get in the car and drive south to Florida and at least we will be warm most of the time. In other words, just buck up and be a citizen.
Just spent some time going over old blogs, thank you for the comment from the one non-family member, I need some changes. I use spellcheck and proof-read but mistakes are getting out. Will now either proof-read later or have Big Daddy check for me. This is a common work method I used to employ-I know what I meant to say-does this make sense to you? Always used to have someone else read an important document before publishing and distributing.
I am so excited, my BFF-seriously since high school-called me today and finally saw Grrdog picture on the blog. Forgot to ask her how Cane River reading is coming along. One of the best books I ever read.
Auto news, not much just Debbie Stabenow mouthing off how she is concerned about the Fairness Doctrine so her husband can get the money he needs to pay his hookers. She should be talking about how Michigan's goal of a Don Quixote and the impossible dream economy is going to save her state. His hooker had to go to jail today for not taking her court required drug tests. My question is does hubby have to take STD tests? He got off scot-free for turning on the hooker.
Detroit news, Frazz will no longer be published in the Freep paper edition. Why is this? We have For Better or Worse reruns and no Frazz. I really wonder who is making decisions at the Freep. Their response I received was a one-liner with no warm fuzzy to induce me to stay with the paper on-line. Maybe I am spoiled by NOLA.com. There is always something HILARIOUS in the Big Easy paper.
No funny today. Queries of the day, why would anyone go see Art Garfunkel (sorry I just can't let this one go-An Englishman does the NYT crossward puzzle site) Why would Congresswoman Carolyn Cheeks Kilpatrick pay for a private jet to send her Punkin head to Dallas-and just how much do we pay this woman-Why do women in politics allow their spouses to screw around and embarrass them-see Stabenow, Clinton, Vitter and that NY Governors wife---AND THE BIG FINALE why are hookers worse than johns? Pay to Play should also mean everyone pays the same price.
Just spent some time going over old blogs, thank you for the comment from the one non-family member, I need some changes. I use spellcheck and proof-read but mistakes are getting out. Will now either proof-read later or have Big Daddy check for me. This is a common work method I used to employ-I know what I meant to say-does this make sense to you? Always used to have someone else read an important document before publishing and distributing.
I am so excited, my BFF-seriously since high school-called me today and finally saw Grrdog picture on the blog. Forgot to ask her how Cane River reading is coming along. One of the best books I ever read.
Auto news, not much just Debbie Stabenow mouthing off how she is concerned about the Fairness Doctrine so her husband can get the money he needs to pay his hookers. She should be talking about how Michigan's goal of a Don Quixote and the impossible dream economy is going to save her state. His hooker had to go to jail today for not taking her court required drug tests. My question is does hubby have to take STD tests? He got off scot-free for turning on the hooker.
Detroit news, Frazz will no longer be published in the Freep paper edition. Why is this? We have For Better or Worse reruns and no Frazz. I really wonder who is making decisions at the Freep. Their response I received was a one-liner with no warm fuzzy to induce me to stay with the paper on-line. Maybe I am spoiled by NOLA.com. There is always something HILARIOUS in the Big Easy paper.
No funny today. Queries of the day, why would anyone go see Art Garfunkel (sorry I just can't let this one go-An Englishman does the NYT crossward puzzle site) Why would Congresswoman Carolyn Cheeks Kilpatrick pay for a private jet to send her Punkin head to Dallas-and just how much do we pay this woman-Why do women in politics allow their spouses to screw around and embarrass them-see Stabenow, Clinton, Vitter and that NY Governors wife---AND THE BIG FINALE why are hookers worse than johns? Pay to Play should also mean everyone pays the same price.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Stuck here and life goes on
Big Daddy just told me we are stuck here forever. There is no chance for escape in the near future. We must endure cold winters, no jobs, crazy politics, and no hope. No hope you say, why would you feel that way? Well, with nothing else to do I did a little investigation.
Windmills. Yes Jenny says windmills are our future. Well, I found that there is a windmill in Holland, Michigan that is 230 years old. I would tend to think if this was a viable option to coal, natural gas, and nuclear based energy independence they might have built another one. I also found a guy on the Internet that says for $175.00 we can build our own wind-tunnel systems to lower energy costs. Well now, we have Holland who did not jump on this band-wagon and the guy who says we can do this on a weekend for a few bucks. Where is this new industry going? TO OUR BACK YARD BBQ's-charcoal or butane anyone?
Sounds like Plant Loco is up and running next week. Corporate called to ask me if I knew how to find someone they can't find. Just when did I become the psychic of the department. Then a call came from out of the blue (I just adore cliches) to ask directions to a place in my "area". Really it was a call to brag the this person would be replacing me and to chortle about how I would be out of a job soon. I need Plan B.
Windmills. Yes Jenny says windmills are our future. Well, I found that there is a windmill in Holland, Michigan that is 230 years old. I would tend to think if this was a viable option to coal, natural gas, and nuclear based energy independence they might have built another one. I also found a guy on the Internet that says for $175.00 we can build our own wind-tunnel systems to lower energy costs. Well now, we have Holland who did not jump on this band-wagon and the guy who says we can do this on a weekend for a few bucks. Where is this new industry going? TO OUR BACK YARD BBQ's-charcoal or butane anyone?
Sounds like Plant Loco is up and running next week. Corporate called to ask me if I knew how to find someone they can't find. Just when did I become the psychic of the department. Then a call came from out of the blue (I just adore cliches) to ask directions to a place in my "area". Really it was a call to brag the this person would be replacing me and to chortle about how I would be out of a job soon. I need Plan B.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Politics and Cars and Comics
All my contact with the outside world this week is newspapers and what a wealth of hilarity. Love the Internet versions for the really, really stupid blogs that follow the stories.
Favorite stories: Kwame flying in a private plane to tony nilla-vanilla Dallas suburb for a job interview in a "foreign" car from mama's house in Detroit, Monica Conyers paying attorneys from her campaign fund to find out if a Federal Investigation may hurt her re-election campaign, Two Penny Jenny wants to put a windmill farm in the wind-less hood, and the best for last-tada...Sidney Torres in New Orleans paying garbage men to spray paint garbage they are not supposed to pick-up. Can it get better than this?
Let us break this down in more manageable bites.
Who was in the meeting when the decision was made that news coverage of the former mayor (who seems to be the target of ANOTHER Federal Investigation) being released from jail should portray him and mama as insensitive spendthrift narcissists. A Hyundai is bad enough, but a private plane from a man who owes a million bucks to Detroit? From a Navigator to a Hyundai-maybe Al Gore is going to hire him to help Jenny set up a windmill farm in Dallas.
Monica, if you have to ask lawyers if a federal investigation will hurt your chances of re-election in Detroit-the answer is free from me. Not in Detroit. You and John rule. Until the Feds put you in jail you will always have a place in the heart of Detroiters.
Jenny, just stop. We are freezing here in the Motor City and you want us to heat, light and charge up the car with windmills? WINDMILLS. Lady, with this amount of record breaking snowfall if I do not have 12 foot drifts there is no wind. None, nada, not happenin. Look outside the tinted windows, roll them down-there is a button on the switch plate on the door trim panel for this-there is no wind.
And yes even New Orleans has an automotive connection. In the City Council Debate over the trash contract the council debated the fact that the residents had a Cadillac, got a Camry and wanted a Lexus or a Jaguar. WTF. Tell me how these automobiles are connected and what they have to do with trash? Detroit versus Georgetown, Japan versus India. Motown excellence versus Derby middle of the pack? The Karate Kid versus Slumdog Millionaire? And just what city spray paints garbage that is not supposed to be picked up? What is wrong with you people? This is a simple fix, you either put a bunch of lackadaisical people on the public payroll, you contract a private firm to pick up all the trash or you make everyone take their own trash to a dump. And you charge according to whatever method is decided upon to work for the city. Period. There is no more discussion. Millions of people do this and it works. Quit trying to re-invent the wheel.
Well I guess I should be grateful I don't need to climb into my Hyundai or Lexus (never, never, never-remember the USS Arizona) to climb my 12 foot high snowdrift (nil, nada, nothing) to apply at the windmill company that will be built on the urban decay that Monica is in charge of. If she is not indicted. Wonder what her highly paid attorneys said.
Oh yea, where is Frazz in the Freep.
Favorite stories: Kwame flying in a private plane to tony nilla-vanilla Dallas suburb for a job interview in a "foreign" car from mama's house in Detroit, Monica Conyers paying attorneys from her campaign fund to find out if a Federal Investigation may hurt her re-election campaign, Two Penny Jenny wants to put a windmill farm in the wind-less hood, and the best for last-tada...Sidney Torres in New Orleans paying garbage men to spray paint garbage they are not supposed to pick-up. Can it get better than this?
Let us break this down in more manageable bites.
Who was in the meeting when the decision was made that news coverage of the former mayor (who seems to be the target of ANOTHER Federal Investigation) being released from jail should portray him and mama as insensitive spendthrift narcissists. A Hyundai is bad enough, but a private plane from a man who owes a million bucks to Detroit? From a Navigator to a Hyundai-maybe Al Gore is going to hire him to help Jenny set up a windmill farm in Dallas.
Monica, if you have to ask lawyers if a federal investigation will hurt your chances of re-election in Detroit-the answer is free from me. Not in Detroit. You and John rule. Until the Feds put you in jail you will always have a place in the heart of Detroiters.
Jenny, just stop. We are freezing here in the Motor City and you want us to heat, light and charge up the car with windmills? WINDMILLS. Lady, with this amount of record breaking snowfall if I do not have 12 foot drifts there is no wind. None, nada, not happenin. Look outside the tinted windows, roll them down-there is a button on the switch plate on the door trim panel for this-there is no wind.
And yes even New Orleans has an automotive connection. In the City Council Debate over the trash contract the council debated the fact that the residents had a Cadillac, got a Camry and wanted a Lexus or a Jaguar. WTF. Tell me how these automobiles are connected and what they have to do with trash? Detroit versus Georgetown, Japan versus India. Motown excellence versus Derby middle of the pack? The Karate Kid versus Slumdog Millionaire? And just what city spray paints garbage that is not supposed to be picked up? What is wrong with you people? This is a simple fix, you either put a bunch of lackadaisical people on the public payroll, you contract a private firm to pick up all the trash or you make everyone take their own trash to a dump. And you charge according to whatever method is decided upon to work for the city. Period. There is no more discussion. Millions of people do this and it works. Quit trying to re-invent the wheel.
Well I guess I should be grateful I don't need to climb into my Hyundai or Lexus (never, never, never-remember the USS Arizona) to climb my 12 foot high snowdrift (nil, nada, nothing) to apply at the windmill company that will be built on the urban decay that Monica is in charge of. If she is not indicted. Wonder what her highly paid attorneys said.
Oh yea, where is Frazz in the Freep.
Monday, February 2, 2009
I am still sad
However, Big Daddy gave me the funny of the day, I know I am not supposed to start with the funny but it is just too good. I am sitting here grousing about how no one likes my blog, how no one writes back to me, how my mom ignores me and Punkin Head does not call enough-when Big Daddy reminds of how my last effort to bond with my mother ended up. We were all to meet in the Vieux Carre for Christmas.
Me, Big Daddy and Punkin Head are flying ot NOLA with a stop in Memphis. We eat at the BLUE NOTE and head back to the gate in Memphis for the last leg of the flight. Big Daddy says "your mom called". I say she did not. Big Daddy says, "oh ya, listen to the home phone recording." There is my ma screaming "pick up, pick up, I know you are there". Okay, now I know we have a problem. Mom does not know that home phones and cell phones are not somehow connected. We get mom on the cell phone. She announces that she is in New Orleans, (not supposed to be there for 2 hours) will not move from her location, and wants to be picked up. (By the why she is in her own car) I am at the gate in Memphis and ask just where she is. At Denny's. Which Denny's? The one by the airport, next to a hotel. What hotel? "I don't know, the hotel by the airport". Now I don't know about you but in my experience there are a lot of hotels and Denny's by airports. Don't ask me me to tell you about my mother jumping up and down and waving her arms as I dropped off Big Daddy to drive her and gramma to the hotel.
Let us just say this was a lesson in inviting relatives to join you on vacations.
Best part part of this vacation was this was the last time I got to give Grandma Ruby some
entertainment.
Love you Gramma
Love you GrammaSunday, February 1, 2009
Good News and Bad News
Good news, Grrdog and I got our hair done on Saturday. Now we can use our lay-off time to seek jobs as extras in our new booming film economy.
Bad news, Big Daddy did not get a number 1 so his head is still fuzzy, also stuffy as he has a bad cold. There is nothing worse than Big Daddy when he is not feeling well. He makes illness liken to an invasion from the hounds of hell. Actually for him it wasn't too bad. And I must say he doesn't have a lot of experience as he never seems to get sick.
Good news, my pedicure lady is fine and still doing toes. I am so happy. So are my toes.
Bad news, I had to cook yesterday. Made the stand-by meatloaf, smashed potatoes and sauteed spinach. Meatloaf was good-not great, spinach-pretty good (saved by truffle oil), potatoes were mediocre. Edible but kinda soupy.
Good news, Big Daddy ate it without complaint. And he has leftover meatloaf for a few days.
Bad news, I miss my Punkin Head really bad. Haven't seen him in a long time and he doesn't call enough for mommy. Young man at the hair salon was embarrassed yesterday when his mommy (who dropped him off) did not write the right amount on the check. So the hairdresser had to point this out to the young man in front of everyone. WTF, the kid had no response-and why should he, his stupid mother set this up-and the hairdresser made us all uncomfortable. Why would this kid want to get his hair cut in a hoity-toity salon where he is treated like a leper. Fie an his mom. Made me want to cry. And made me miss my Punkin even more.
Good news, the NY Times agrees with me that Ford, Gm and the three headed dog should just quit selling cars and trucks in California. Didn't think anyone would agree with me. Let them eat cake in their Bentleys. Which of course are not subject to the regulations (along with newcomers to the car manufacturing arena) because they sell so few vehicles. So sitting in the traffic jams in LA in a Bentley uses less gas than in a Ford Focus?
Bad news, did really, really poorly on the NYT crossword puzzles this week. Feel like a doofus. I am trying to blame this on giving up the Trader Joe's "Just for women" bars as they contain soy and I think they were giving me problems. Really I just feel "not too smart". Bummer. Although I am experiencing the mind blanks that occurred when I first went off estrogen therapy. Should pass, I hope.
Blessings, I have a job, unemployment insurance, a home, heat, water, Big Daddy, Grrdog, and my much loved and adored Punkin Head. There is nothing funny today.
Bad news, Big Daddy did not get a number 1 so his head is still fuzzy, also stuffy as he has a bad cold. There is nothing worse than Big Daddy when he is not feeling well. He makes illness liken to an invasion from the hounds of hell. Actually for him it wasn't too bad. And I must say he doesn't have a lot of experience as he never seems to get sick.
Good news, my pedicure lady is fine and still doing toes. I am so happy. So are my toes.
Bad news, I had to cook yesterday. Made the stand-by meatloaf, smashed potatoes and sauteed spinach. Meatloaf was good-not great, spinach-pretty good (saved by truffle oil), potatoes were mediocre. Edible but kinda soupy.
Good news, Big Daddy ate it without complaint. And he has leftover meatloaf for a few days.
Bad news, I miss my Punkin Head really bad. Haven't seen him in a long time and he doesn't call enough for mommy. Young man at the hair salon was embarrassed yesterday when his mommy (who dropped him off) did not write the right amount on the check. So the hairdresser had to point this out to the young man in front of everyone. WTF, the kid had no response-and why should he, his stupid mother set this up-and the hairdresser made us all uncomfortable. Why would this kid want to get his hair cut in a hoity-toity salon where he is treated like a leper. Fie an his mom. Made me want to cry. And made me miss my Punkin even more.
Good news, the NY Times agrees with me that Ford, Gm and the three headed dog should just quit selling cars and trucks in California. Didn't think anyone would agree with me. Let them eat cake in their Bentleys. Which of course are not subject to the regulations (along with newcomers to the car manufacturing arena) because they sell so few vehicles. So sitting in the traffic jams in LA in a Bentley uses less gas than in a Ford Focus?
Bad news, did really, really poorly on the NYT crossword puzzles this week. Feel like a doofus. I am trying to blame this on giving up the Trader Joe's "Just for women" bars as they contain soy and I think they were giving me problems. Really I just feel "not too smart". Bummer. Although I am experiencing the mind blanks that occurred when I first went off estrogen therapy. Should pass, I hope.
Blessings, I have a job, unemployment insurance, a home, heat, water, Big Daddy, Grrdog, and my much loved and adored Punkin Head. There is nothing funny today.
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