Sometimes I click on the Next Blog button at the top of the blog just to see what I can see. There is some kind of algorithm that selects which blogs you see, and I don't have any idea what the algorithm uses to decide what would interest me.
Some days I only get blogs written in other languages. I can't read any other language but English, but sometimes they have interesting pictures.
One time it was mommy blogs with a lot of twins and even a set of quadruplets.
Today it was food related. I enjoyed Food Fight, and next there was Tough and Buff , which had a picture of a little girl catching chickens (which I did a lot of when I was a little girl and lived on a chicken farm), and then one on spicy Indian food with complicated looking recipes but I won't give you a link to that one because the host irritated me in more ways than one.
The Next Blog, Dee Happy World, was about the Lion King Musical and had nothing to do with food, but coincidentally was simultaneously written in two languages.
And so 2 more hours have passed without one minute of housework getting done.
I am soooooo good at not doing housework.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Now I see it
Now you don't.
I drove my invisible car to work and back home again today and have most of the week. Like the Emperor's New Clothes to the Emperor, it's not invisible to me - I can see it, touch it, hear it, wonder if it's ever going to rain enough to wash the dust off it. But ...
And it's a big but (Hey, I just got that!)
To other drivers, my car must be invisible and when I'm riding it, I myself can not be seen. Why else would people make right turns at stop lights in front of my moving car? Every day? Several times a day?
Sometimes I'm tempted to speed down the highway in my invisible car. If I could only see the faces of the state troopers who clocked an invisible vehicle going 90 miles an hour.
I drove my invisible car to work and back home again today and have most of the week. Like the Emperor's New Clothes to the Emperor, it's not invisible to me - I can see it, touch it, hear it, wonder if it's ever going to rain enough to wash the dust off it. But ...
And it's a big but (Hey, I just got that!)
To other drivers, my car must be invisible and when I'm riding it, I myself can not be seen. Why else would people make right turns at stop lights in front of my moving car? Every day? Several times a day?
Sometimes I'm tempted to speed down the highway in my invisible car. If I could only see the faces of the state troopers who clocked an invisible vehicle going 90 miles an hour.
Sunday, August 07, 2011
Lunch Time
One day at work last week, during our lunch somebody said they never understood why we Hoosiers ate peanut butter sandwiches with chili. I know why. It was on the school lunch menu rotation. (Makes me wonder now about the source of protein in the chili which I thought contained ground meat, beans, and macaroni.)
She went on to say that she always ate grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup. (Well, yes, doesn't everybody?) Then she said her family always served soup with Ritz crackers, never saltines. And she probably still does that today. To that I say, "To each, their own." Even when they are wrong. (Actually, I eat whatever cracker is in the house. I'm not bound by rules like "That's the way we always did it.") And speaking of wrong, she prefers that watery tomato soup when everybody knows creamy is better.
Then another luncher asked if we'd ever had peanut butter, banana, and mayonnaise sandwiches. She said they were better than they sound.
I eat peanut butter and banana sandwiches, but I'd never put mayonnaise on them. I also like peanut butter and raisin sandwiches. Did you know that to make a proper peanut butter and jelly sandwich you should mix the jelly and peanut butter before you spread them on buttered bread?
I like peanut butter and bologna sandwiches. A treat from my childhood (i.e., twenties) that I'd almost forgotten about, I had one last weekend for supper. Usually I have mayonnaise, lettuce, and potato chips on my bologna sandwiches.
Somebody mentioned fried bologna sandwiches. We used to have them sometimes when I was much younger, but now it's too much trouble to wash the skillet.
I usually buy bologna to make Bologna Salad Sandwich Spread, but I eat the bologna before I get it made. Here's a recipe for bologna salad sandwich spread. The measurements aren't exact but start with the lesser amounts and then keep adding till it's the way you like it. Makes about 6 - 8 cups and keeps about 5 days in the refrigerator.
Bologna Salad Sandwich Spread
1 to 1 1/2 pounds bologna
4 - 6 hard boiled eggs
6 sweet pickles (enough to make about 1/4 - 1/2 cup when chopped, or use pickle relish)
1 tablespoon mustard (more or less)
1/2 - 1 cup mayonnaise or salad dressing
Grind the bologna, eggs, and pickles coarsely with a meat grinder (or use a food processor, making sure you don't over-process). Mix all the ingredients together, chill, and serve on bread or crackers.
Some people like to add about 1/4 small onion to the bologna when grinding it up.
Some prefer dill pickles to sweet pickles.
You can add about 1 pound of cheddar cheese to the grinder also, and omit the eggs or not.
Some people don't use any mustard.
Some people think they are too good to eat bologna or peanut butter. I say, "To each, their own". Even if they are wrong.
She went on to say that she always ate grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup. (Well, yes, doesn't everybody?) Then she said her family always served soup with Ritz crackers, never saltines. And she probably still does that today. To that I say, "To each, their own." Even when they are wrong. (Actually, I eat whatever cracker is in the house. I'm not bound by rules like "That's the way we always did it.") And speaking of wrong, she prefers that watery tomato soup when everybody knows creamy is better.
Then another luncher asked if we'd ever had peanut butter, banana, and mayonnaise sandwiches. She said they were better than they sound.
I eat peanut butter and banana sandwiches, but I'd never put mayonnaise on them. I also like peanut butter and raisin sandwiches. Did you know that to make a proper peanut butter and jelly sandwich you should mix the jelly and peanut butter before you spread them on buttered bread?
I like peanut butter and bologna sandwiches. A treat from my childhood (i.e., twenties) that I'd almost forgotten about, I had one last weekend for supper. Usually I have mayonnaise, lettuce, and potato chips on my bologna sandwiches.
Somebody mentioned fried bologna sandwiches. We used to have them sometimes when I was much younger, but now it's too much trouble to wash the skillet.
I usually buy bologna to make Bologna Salad Sandwich Spread, but I eat the bologna before I get it made. Here's a recipe for bologna salad sandwich spread. The measurements aren't exact but start with the lesser amounts and then keep adding till it's the way you like it. Makes about 6 - 8 cups and keeps about 5 days in the refrigerator.
Bologna Salad Sandwich Spread
1 to 1 1/2 pounds bologna
4 - 6 hard boiled eggs
6 sweet pickles (enough to make about 1/4 - 1/2 cup when chopped, or use pickle relish)
1 tablespoon mustard (more or less)
1/2 - 1 cup mayonnaise or salad dressing
Grind the bologna, eggs, and pickles coarsely with a meat grinder (or use a food processor, making sure you don't over-process). Mix all the ingredients together, chill, and serve on bread or crackers.
Some people like to add about 1/4 small onion to the bologna when grinding it up.
Some prefer dill pickles to sweet pickles.
You can add about 1 pound of cheddar cheese to the grinder also, and omit the eggs or not.
Some people don't use any mustard.
Some people think they are too good to eat bologna or peanut butter. I say, "To each, their own". Even if they are wrong.
Saturday, August 06, 2011
Just How Dumb Can One Person Be - Part 3
Dumb enough to get fired, at least.
I'm still not sure just how deep dumb can go, but apparently even the Dumass Corporation has a limit because this week they fired the subject of Just How Dumb Can One Person Be, Parts 1 and 2.
I'm still not sure just how deep dumb can go, but apparently even the Dumass Corporation has a limit because this week they fired the subject of Just How Dumb Can One Person Be, Parts 1 and 2.
Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living.
The world owes you nothing. It was here first.
... Mark Twain
Monday, August 01, 2011
GW?
I'm always having to ask the young woman sitting at the desk next to mine at work what the text messages mean that the L. A. kids send to me in instant messages.
That's because we old people have our own language:
That's because we old people have our own language:
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