Yeah, I’m doing some testing with my old, musty blog. It’s getting a facelift and it’s getting lined to Facebook, hence this test.
Oh, and there’s a mobile version of this blog now, too. That’s for those of you dying to read the months-old posts on your phone. Losers.
I’m frustrated.
I was on my way to the store to get breakfast things for the boys so I asked Beth if she wanted anything. She thought for a moment and said “Hash browns?” I told her that sounded yummy and I’d get some shredded potatoes along with the eggs, butter and milk for the small humans.
Of course I forgot the shredded potatoes.
When she reminded me of this, I was stunned and shamed. She protested when I told her I’d go back to the store and insisted that I wasn’t to do that.
No problem.
Once the kids were fed, I peeled three small potatoes, shredded them using the low-mileage Cuisinart, chopped up a fresh jalapeno, and threw it all on the griddle. They came out just fine. 🙂 Beth added some gravy, which I think should become a tradition everywhere.
So all this discussion has two goals: One: to show that when it comes to breakfasts, I keep my promises and Two: to ask the assembled masses how the hell do you get hash browns to crisp up like the do at the Waffle House? I can’t get ’em to crisp up no matter whose potatoes I use! The griddle’s nice and hot. I can’t figger it.
Anyone with any knowledge of how to do this, please discuss.
Thank you.
I’m at McDonalds the other night. It’s like 9pm or thereabouts. I’m tired and hungry and grumpy and all the other dwarves. Two kids come in with “adult supervision.” Minus the “supervision.”
I’m sure they’re perfectly nice kids when heavily sedated. These two little shits came over to the corner where I was quietly sitting and munching away on a Big Mac and fries. They decided it was appropriate to play on the table and chairs next to mine laughing loudly and chasing each other about like ferrets. When I made disapproving eye contact, they looked at me as if to taunt me to do something about them.
Hey mister! Yeah, you over at the freakin’ counter waiting for your freakin’ order like a freakin’ statue. Yeah you, ya’ jerk! Come collect your freakin’ kids and keep them under some kind of freakin’ control will ya?
Jackass.
Oh, and minutes later? You might want to hold their hand so they don’t dash out behind my car when it’s backing up….
LIKE THEY FREAKIN’ DID!!!!!!!
*sigh*
Sorry…
Ahem…
What the hell is the MATTER with people anyway?
Coworkers who go to the bathroom and use the sink to wash their face, their hair, the family dog or coffee pots and leave the counter top with large puddles of nasty stained water and soggy pieces of hand towels. I’ll bet they don’t do that at home!
Jerks.
P.S. Thanks to Bill Jones for the cool Pet Peeve photo!
Good morning all and welcome to another work week!
I have yet to lower the amount of blood in my caffeine system enough, so I am a little slow this morning. It’s a gorgeous day in DC!
I have a good excuse for not flying today and tomorrow. There’s no general aviation flights allowed in the area around DC because of the big nuclear (nucular, for those of you who prefer the non-standard pronunciation) summit going on here. So the entire flight school is grounded ’till Wednesday.
Here’s my list of how the detonation of a suitcase nuke in DC and the subsequent radiation of free nuclear energy in the atmosphere would affect my day:
1. Coffee warmed by sitting it on the windowsill.
2. No need for the itty bitty book light any more, since everything will glow in the dark.
3. Save money on spaying and neutering pets because the radiation would render them sterile.
4. Reruns of “The China Syndrome,” “The Day After,” and “Jericho” would return to favor.
5. Determine once and for all if those fucking cockroaches would survive in the post apocalyptic world.
6. Everyone has male pattern baldness.
Enjoy the day!