Fairly successful day you could say. Didn't really get to sleep as much as I would've liked, but, in lieu of having to go to the store, I proceeded to make Pizza's with topping we had in the house.
Nothing like a Sloppy Joe Pizza.... while I'm sure that sounds.... not good, it turned out pretty great I thought, as well as the other one, made using leftover spaghetti sauce, and chedder cheese, montery jack and a little "nacho mix", with some bacon popped on for good measure.
The only thing I need to do different with my crust is add more seasonings. I'm the kinda guy who likes to have flavored crust. I mashed in a little Slow roasted california garlic and some italian seasoning into the dough, but, I couldn't taste it. Next time i'll prolly use more than the teaspoon of garlic and 2 teaspoons of italian seasoning that I did. Hm, maybe I'll start another blog of recipies that I've tried and think are a success. Not that I'd be doing that cause I'm a narcissitic asshole, but mainly cause, well, I write my recepies down, and have them in a Cinncinatti Reds folder I bought at the dollar store, and my handwriting is attrocious. My gf today asked me if I took the time to write down the recipie for that Banana Cake I made the other day, and, I informed her that I did, and I kinda thought typing them out might be a better way to go, when she was trying to read "LARD" but it looked like... "CANL"? whatever she saw. I could than add the link to the recipie I was talking about in case anyone who actually reads this wanted to try what I was making.
In fairness, and, in full revolation here, I don't really MAKE my own recepies, as much as I feel I'm improving, well, maybe not "IMPROVING" but, taking an exsisting thing, and, modifying it to be something I think may be good.
The Banana Cake is a good example, I didnt MAKE the "cake" mix, I used a store bought box of Dunkin' Hines.... So, IDK what the fuck you would call that, other than, Julia Child would prolly feel like I was the same thing to cooking as Julie Powell was. From what I've read about Julie Powell tho, the IRL Julie Powell, Julia Child might have a bit more respect for me... but, shes dead, and no one cares about what I'm writing, so, we'll never know.
But, maybe I'll do this, it might give me an excuse to type up the "J SuhPees" I'll call them, at the moment, cause, we'll, I'm kinda starting to feel my nyquill, and, my mind doesn't want to work, even tho I'm telling it to.... but this way they ARE typed out somewhere if I need them again, and, if people want to try some of them, hey, they are here to try. I'm all about doing the best I can with what I have in front of me, and, I feel I do a very good job of combining food stuffs. My gf and her sister, and their dogs seems to always be saying YUM when I cook.
So yeah, now I have a project for tomorrow when I finish browsing for jobs.
On that front, I just read a depressing article on the 10 best and 10 WORST cities in the US to get a job. the SECOND worst? Riverside, California. It said there are 12 applicants to every ONE job there. While I'm not in Riverside, I'm DAYM close.... so it's mighty despressing to know thats actually how BAD it is out here.
A friend of mine, Timmy, asked me today if I wanted him to take a look at my resume, as he is good at that sort of thing. I couldn't be more thankful that he offered. Maybe there IS something in my resume that is turning people off. I just don't understand how, even with a 12:1 ratio of applicants to jobs, and the FACT I'd have no issue taking something lesser than what I want to do, that I haven't gotten a call yet. You would think companies would want stability with their employees, especially in this job market, and, the fact in 19 years of working, I've had 3 jobs, one for over 3 years, one for over 10, and than again for more than 3 years, I would be the perfect candidate for any job I'm OVER qualified for, or even REMOTELY qualified for. Before coming in to drop off the Browns at the Super Bowl, and SPEAKING of the Browns, how about that Alex Mack Touchdown in the Pro Bowl today?!?!? MAD awesome, I sent him a copy of my resume. I hope when he gets home tomorrow from work, and, gets some time, he can take a look at it, and, maybe spruce it up some. Maybe it will help. I hope it does.
Anyways, got mad shopping to do this week, off to the really great dollar store for basic needs that its ridiculous to pay almost 5 or 6 times for at the regular store, and, than to the regular store for the things that NEED to be "brand" type stuff. I can respect that people have things they just HAVE to have a brand thing for... I'm like that with my toothpaste for example. I have sensitive gums, so I use Sensodyne. My gums bleed if I use any other toothpaste. Which reminds me, I need to send my dentist something towards the bill I left NY with. Don't want him flying to California and ripping out the fake teeth he was nice enough to put in!!!!
I promise I'll get up some of these recipies, er, "J SuhPees" I've talked about in this blog and link them. Banana Cake and Pizza are 2, not that the Pizza one is acceptable to me yet. Gotta get the right amount of spices in the dough.
There was MAD fucking Kneeding going on in this house today... yeah.... your jealous.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Back In For Another Round
Som what should I write about... don't really have too much on my mind at the moment. Just been fiddling about on facebook playing Madden Superstars and was about to play CityVille before I got a attack of the shittz.
My parents are awesome. "attack of the shits (now shittz)" was one of the sayings my dad used to say when he was getting stomach cramps.
Another was "a case of the ass" when you were feeling antsy or couldn't sit still. Its funny how things we hear so much growing up stick with us.
Just like, I remember this one time, my parents always made it a point not to swear in front of me, its one of the things my mother can't seem to grasp these days, why I swear as much as I do since they NEVER sweared in front of me, nar on a random occasion they would lose their cool with someone or something. Anyways, this one time, we were coming back from upstate NY where we used to spend every weekend when I was growing up, halfway between the towns of Calicoon and Hancock. I miss that, but anyways, we were coming back from upstate, and, I'm pretty sure it was memorial day weekend, simply because, and I don't know if they still do this, but, on one of the bridges we had to cross, they had a GIANT ass American flag hanging from the entrance from the Jersey side to the NY side. I believe it was the George Washington Bridge. But, it always seemed like there were lessoffs driving whenever we were driving home, not much has changed, out here in California, these people don't seem to realize that their vehicles come equipted with fucking DIRECTIONALS... anyways, same kinda thing....
This one time, my dad got cut off, and, I believe it was fairly close and he yelled "Cunt Lapper" at the top of his vocal range at this lessoff that cut him off. 20 years or so later, I'm still finding that more funny than offensive. I don't know, maybe I'm fucked up.
Man, the things we remember huh? Just like, I'm sure that not EVERYTIME we passed under or could see that huge American flag, but it just seems like it NOW, but, I just remember everytime we were passing it, or could see it, Bruce Springsteen's song "Glory Days" was on the radio while we were near it.
Courtney Cocks was in that video was she not? Man, if so, she is fucking OLD.
I really miss going upstate. My parents own a piece of property, 13 acres or so, that they always wanted to build a vacation home on. They never got the chance. I had hoped one day I would be able to build a vacation home on it, but, with me leaving my pot of gold job, and, living 3000 miles away now, doesn't seem like it would be practical to do it now. It's a shame. It was in the middle of nowhere, and, definetely a great way to spend a relaxing weekend away from the hustle and bustle of society. Maybe one day i'll get to look into something like that out here. California is so large, I'm sure there is places like that here.
Maybe one day.
My parents are awesome. "attack of the shits (now shittz)" was one of the sayings my dad used to say when he was getting stomach cramps.
Another was "a case of the ass" when you were feeling antsy or couldn't sit still. Its funny how things we hear so much growing up stick with us.
Just like, I remember this one time, my parents always made it a point not to swear in front of me, its one of the things my mother can't seem to grasp these days, why I swear as much as I do since they NEVER sweared in front of me, nar on a random occasion they would lose their cool with someone or something. Anyways, this one time, we were coming back from upstate NY where we used to spend every weekend when I was growing up, halfway between the towns of Calicoon and Hancock. I miss that, but anyways, we were coming back from upstate, and, I'm pretty sure it was memorial day weekend, simply because, and I don't know if they still do this, but, on one of the bridges we had to cross, they had a GIANT ass American flag hanging from the entrance from the Jersey side to the NY side. I believe it was the George Washington Bridge. But, it always seemed like there were lessoffs driving whenever we were driving home, not much has changed, out here in California, these people don't seem to realize that their vehicles come equipted with fucking DIRECTIONALS... anyways, same kinda thing....
This one time, my dad got cut off, and, I believe it was fairly close and he yelled "Cunt Lapper" at the top of his vocal range at this lessoff that cut him off. 20 years or so later, I'm still finding that more funny than offensive. I don't know, maybe I'm fucked up.
Man, the things we remember huh? Just like, I'm sure that not EVERYTIME we passed under or could see that huge American flag, but it just seems like it NOW, but, I just remember everytime we were passing it, or could see it, Bruce Springsteen's song "Glory Days" was on the radio while we were near it.
Courtney Cocks was in that video was she not? Man, if so, she is fucking OLD.
I really miss going upstate. My parents own a piece of property, 13 acres or so, that they always wanted to build a vacation home on. They never got the chance. I had hoped one day I would be able to build a vacation home on it, but, with me leaving my pot of gold job, and, living 3000 miles away now, doesn't seem like it would be practical to do it now. It's a shame. It was in the middle of nowhere, and, definetely a great way to spend a relaxing weekend away from the hustle and bustle of society. Maybe one day i'll get to look into something like that out here. California is so large, I'm sure there is places like that here.
Maybe one day.
Not Too Much To Say This AM
Just figured I'd check in while seeing which side of "doody or dooDEES" I'm gonna fall on this morning.
Well, it finally happened, after 2 weeks of my gf being sick, and, me seemingly immune to to, I can feel myself getting ill. Heads a little wonky, my nose is a little stuffed, coughing up a little phlegm.... it's my own fault really, had been taking nyquill to make sure I DIDN'T get sick, and, I stopped taking nyquill a few days ago and started taking that Sleep Aid. Prolly wasn't my best decision, as not only was it helping me sleep, I feel like it was preemptivly stopping me from being sick. Also prolly not a good idea? Sleeping with the blanket my gf has been coughing on since shes been sick covering my face, which, is what I did mid sleep and didn't realize it, as when I woke up to go leave a piss in the middle of the night, I had pulled the blanket over my face.
Hm, more testing going on at Auto Club Speedway this morning. I wonder whats going on over there. I'd suggest that most of the teams are down in Daytona getting ready for the start of the NASCAR season, so, it makes me wonder what kind of "secret" testing is going on there!
Still kinda bummed about missing the K+N All Star Showdown at Toyota Speedway in Irwindale last night. Oddly, I don't feel like Disc's 5+6 (while great) of Bubblegum Crisis 2040, and, hitting the hay at 9pm or so was a fair trade off. Have to go see how it turned out on NASCAR.com. They had a 5 or 6 minutes video of highlights of Friday. I hope I didn't miss Travis Pastrana winning his first stock car race in his first try.
Anyways, back to sleep, sans cough blanket, and PLUS some dayquill.
Well, it finally happened, after 2 weeks of my gf being sick, and, me seemingly immune to to, I can feel myself getting ill. Heads a little wonky, my nose is a little stuffed, coughing up a little phlegm.... it's my own fault really, had been taking nyquill to make sure I DIDN'T get sick, and, I stopped taking nyquill a few days ago and started taking that Sleep Aid. Prolly wasn't my best decision, as not only was it helping me sleep, I feel like it was preemptivly stopping me from being sick. Also prolly not a good idea? Sleeping with the blanket my gf has been coughing on since shes been sick covering my face, which, is what I did mid sleep and didn't realize it, as when I woke up to go leave a piss in the middle of the night, I had pulled the blanket over my face.
Hm, more testing going on at Auto Club Speedway this morning. I wonder whats going on over there. I'd suggest that most of the teams are down in Daytona getting ready for the start of the NASCAR season, so, it makes me wonder what kind of "secret" testing is going on there!
Still kinda bummed about missing the K+N All Star Showdown at Toyota Speedway in Irwindale last night. Oddly, I don't feel like Disc's 5+6 (while great) of Bubblegum Crisis 2040, and, hitting the hay at 9pm or so was a fair trade off. Have to go see how it turned out on NASCAR.com. They had a 5 or 6 minutes video of highlights of Friday. I hope I didn't miss Travis Pastrana winning his first stock car race in his first try.
Anyways, back to sleep, sans cough blanket, and PLUS some dayquill.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
When Life Gives You Lemons...
You make lemonade. Or so they say, whomever the fuck 'THEY" is... I wonder if "THEY" is related to "THEM!", you know, the giant ants in that awesome 50's movie?! If "THEM!" is giant ants, maybe "THEY" are giant mutated ultra smart lab rats, who believe in jesus, as, that adage is pretty optimistic, and one thing Jesus was was optimistic. For rats to be saying stuff like that, I feel a healthy belief in Jesus, parred with lab experiments by the government to make them smart, well, you can just finish my imagination from there.
Anyways, that adage came to mind last night cause, I had, for 2 months now, pretty much like the first or second week I had moved out here, wanted to go hit up that race at Toyota Speedway in Irwindale. I told my gf about it, she agreed. But with her being sick this week, and with her struggling to get into work yesterday, I decided, ANY time outside wouldn't be helpful for her, as, there was a fan walk at 12 to meet the drivers and get autographs, than at 2 I believe they started the qualifying and the races started at 4. Not 100% sure, but you get the picture.
Side note, I'm like 2 miles from Auto Club Speedway, thats the 2 mile track that NASCAR has races at, and something must be going on testing, cause, while I"m in the bathroom, I can hear cars tear assing around that track. It reminds me of home, cause, on quiet days, and especially at night, I could hear the LIRR (Long Island Rail Road) trains. Actually alot more soothing that you would think.
But, so I decided Weds that it prolly wouldn't be a good idea that my gf be outside at all as shes getting over her flu. Apparently that was the wrong way to think, because last night I was informed that she was spending all morning and into the afternoon... OUTSIDE fixing sprinklers. The amount of time she would've been outside for the races I planned to see TWO MONTHS AGO (not counting being in a heated car if need be), she wound up doing something. I mean I COULD be wrong here, but, if the option was to fix spinklers, or to go to a race I asked her to go to 2 months ago.... shouldn't the race have won?
How this pertains to my Lemons comment, well, I was kinda upset, but, that I realized that this gave me the oppertunity to come on here and discuss some past sporting events I have been to, specifically with a friend of a long time, Shelley, and, her wonderful husband, whom I have also counted as a good friend since I met him.
Shelley worked with me at the heartless drug chain, Shelley is a good person, shes the one, it seemed to me, that actually CARED when speaking about the people I worked with her position, the other, we'll call him, HearLess, didn't give shit #1. Meaning, Shelley would bust her ass all night to make sure everything got done, would stay late to make sure the following shift would be able to understand everything, while HearLess, he slept on AVERAGE 4 hours a night on his shift, as if THAT wasn't breaking the rules ENOUGH, he'd leave his highly sensitive area OPEN when he was in the bathroom or the breakroom or whatever, luckily, no customer ever took advantage of this, well, as far as I know. Shelley is a good caring person, which made it all the more awesome that when she started dating Andy, her husband, he turned out to be such a great guy, on top of that, Andy is a Marine. Don't want to say EX, since, while I haven't served in the armed forces, I think that "Once a marine, always a marine" is a mantra they live by. So, if you read this, stop now, and say thank you to Andy for taking the time out of his life, to serve and protect our wonderful country. Anyone that does that is a hero. On a side note, its pretty cool cause one of the places Andy served is the home area of my gf's mom's family.
Back to it tho. I knew Andy was kick ass from the first time we met, and was of course excited that my friend found someone like that. I enjoy when my friends find kick ass people to date. Shelley and Andy are NY Mets fans, and thats one of the (many) things they bonded over. Myself, I used to play baseball, and, while I find baseball kinda boring to watch, nothing made me happier than going once a year with Shelley and Andy to watch the NY Mets play my favorite team, Cinnicinnati Reds. For me, its always a good time and fun to spend time with my friends, and when its something we both enjoy, it makes it all that much more fun.
So, we used to pick a game to go to once a year, most of the time we'd hit up the afternoon game, whenever they played the Reds, even if the games seemed to land in the middle of the week, one of the games was early. There is many stories that I get a chuckle out of everytime I think about going to these games, heres a few.
One of the times we went, the Reds had a hot new rookie playing, Ryan Freel, whom since that time has labored in the minors, playing for independant league teams, which is funny, cause Shelley and Andy are big Long Island Ducks fans, and one of those games I went to with them, he was playing I believe, anyways, Ryan comes up to bat, and all of a sudden you hear a gravely voiced woman screaming "Lets go Freel!!!" Hey, works for me, I'm a reds fan, but, why it's funny is cause we're at Shea Stadium, the home of the Mets, and pretty much its quiet when he's coming up to bat, so I'd suggest the whole stadium could hear her.... Side note, thankfully the Y Mets fans aren't complete fucking douchebags like Yankees fans or NY Ranger fans, cause if you did something like root for another team at their stadiums, the fans acost you, and not to your FACE mind you, but, by throwing things at your BACK or ganging up on your with other fans.... trust me I know, I went to see the St Louis Blues play the Rangers.... and I'm a St Louis Blues fan.... but thats a story for another time. But, what made this funny was, the woman was so drunk THAN.... but all game she just continued to get drunker, and drunker... and louder and louder.... it went from being like... ok shes rooting for him, to being kind of obnoxious, to being so ridiculously laughable that we weren't the only ones laughing.... ah, crazy drunks at the ball park.
Another time, actually both the next 2 stories, we were on the third base line, first row with an Aisle in front of us, so we could lean on the railing if we choose to, or put our feet up without really bothering anyone....
But, we're watching the game, and, low and behold, here comes a foul ball, kind of a looper, Andy, glove at ready is watching it, but, it fell short of where we were sitting, and, bounced on the aisle in front of us.... all you see is this gaggle of people go DIVING for this foul ball all over the concrete aisle, bodies piling up.... one of these people, an asian man, looking like a tourist, but, he had, what at that point, looked like a top of the line digital camera... not one of those small rectangle/square type ones mind you, you know those ones in 2011 that look like the 35MM cameras of yore, with removable and changeable lens and such? one of THOSE hanging from his neck.... and, when that foul ball came into the vicinty of the aisle... he must have forgotten that he had that thing on his neck, cause he dove into that pile for that ball like it was nobodys business.... can't say for sure here, but the way he was looking at that camera afterwards, well, seems to me it was broken.... the worst part is? He didn't come away with that foul ball.... poor guy.
Which leads me to my next story, if it's one thing people suggest when going to the ball park, but, doesn't seem like most people follow it.... when your there PAY ATTENTION!!! We're chilling relaxing and such, and, here comes another foul ball our way.... again, we're on the railing, aisle in front of us, and an old man, sitting in the last row before the aisle, his seat back is up against the concrete of the aisle, not paying attention to the game, but chatting away...... foul ball.... hard line drive... hits him right in the shoulder.... now the reaction is what was the best part, it hummed at this guy, hit him HARD in the shoulder, and, when it hit him, it kinda just startled him, he was looking around like... "huh? wtf?" ...... it took a good 4 or 5 seconds before he realized what happened, and, just if the dumbfounded look on his old face wasn't enough, he pulled a child like maneouver.... after realizing what happened.... he than started acting like he was in pain... needless to say the first minute or 2, he kinda was so dumbfounded, that it was laughable.... but, like a child when they get hurt, he didn't start ACTING like he was hurt till he noticed people looking at him, and until people started asking him if he was alright. My opinion is, that he noticed most of the people laughing at him for being a dumbass and not paying attention, and then decided to act like he was hurt so they people laughing at him would feel bad they were laughing. Needless to say, I'm kind of an asshole, so I continued to laugh, and, am getting a huge chuckle out of thinking about his face that day.... what a lessoff.
One of my favs tho is one year we get to the park and start looking for our seats. Shelley and Andy always bought the tickets when they first went on sale, mostly cause I'm a scatterbrain and would forget, so, thankfully when you have friends that aren't stupid like you, they remember these things.... so, we're walking around Shea, looking for our gate and such, and, were sitting just about where the seats end above the bullpen at Shea... We take our seats, and, what do we see? Shelley sitting down, and having to deal with having a HUGE pole between her legs all game.... her seat was LITERALLY directly behind the foul pole.... had to laugh everytime I looked over to talk to her that day.
One of the best parts about moving out here was that I got to spend alot more time specifically with Shelley and Andy before I left. It was awesome, cause, a few months before I left they finally took the big step of buying a house, and, I got to help them move... while they were thanking ME the whole time, it's really more of a me thanking them situation, there is nothing better than spending time helping people you love, and getting to just spend TIME with them. I could keep going on and on and on, but, my asscheeks are getting numb...
So, when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade, as my friends the mutated smart Jesus freak rats would say, while I feel cheated I won't get to see that race today, live OR on TV, as they don't have the Speed Channel on their cable package, it's fine. Getting to think about my friends, Shelley and Andy, make it ok. So many funny stories, so little time.
Anyways, that adage came to mind last night cause, I had, for 2 months now, pretty much like the first or second week I had moved out here, wanted to go hit up that race at Toyota Speedway in Irwindale. I told my gf about it, she agreed. But with her being sick this week, and with her struggling to get into work yesterday, I decided, ANY time outside wouldn't be helpful for her, as, there was a fan walk at 12 to meet the drivers and get autographs, than at 2 I believe they started the qualifying and the races started at 4. Not 100% sure, but you get the picture.
Side note, I'm like 2 miles from Auto Club Speedway, thats the 2 mile track that NASCAR has races at, and something must be going on testing, cause, while I"m in the bathroom, I can hear cars tear assing around that track. It reminds me of home, cause, on quiet days, and especially at night, I could hear the LIRR (Long Island Rail Road) trains. Actually alot more soothing that you would think.
But, so I decided Weds that it prolly wouldn't be a good idea that my gf be outside at all as shes getting over her flu. Apparently that was the wrong way to think, because last night I was informed that she was spending all morning and into the afternoon... OUTSIDE fixing sprinklers. The amount of time she would've been outside for the races I planned to see TWO MONTHS AGO (not counting being in a heated car if need be), she wound up doing something. I mean I COULD be wrong here, but, if the option was to fix spinklers, or to go to a race I asked her to go to 2 months ago.... shouldn't the race have won?
How this pertains to my Lemons comment, well, I was kinda upset, but, that I realized that this gave me the oppertunity to come on here and discuss some past sporting events I have been to, specifically with a friend of a long time, Shelley, and, her wonderful husband, whom I have also counted as a good friend since I met him.
Shelley worked with me at the heartless drug chain, Shelley is a good person, shes the one, it seemed to me, that actually CARED when speaking about the people I worked with her position, the other, we'll call him, HearLess, didn't give shit #1. Meaning, Shelley would bust her ass all night to make sure everything got done, would stay late to make sure the following shift would be able to understand everything, while HearLess, he slept on AVERAGE 4 hours a night on his shift, as if THAT wasn't breaking the rules ENOUGH, he'd leave his highly sensitive area OPEN when he was in the bathroom or the breakroom or whatever, luckily, no customer ever took advantage of this, well, as far as I know. Shelley is a good caring person, which made it all the more awesome that when she started dating Andy, her husband, he turned out to be such a great guy, on top of that, Andy is a Marine. Don't want to say EX, since, while I haven't served in the armed forces, I think that "Once a marine, always a marine" is a mantra they live by. So, if you read this, stop now, and say thank you to Andy for taking the time out of his life, to serve and protect our wonderful country. Anyone that does that is a hero. On a side note, its pretty cool cause one of the places Andy served is the home area of my gf's mom's family.
Back to it tho. I knew Andy was kick ass from the first time we met, and was of course excited that my friend found someone like that. I enjoy when my friends find kick ass people to date. Shelley and Andy are NY Mets fans, and thats one of the (many) things they bonded over. Myself, I used to play baseball, and, while I find baseball kinda boring to watch, nothing made me happier than going once a year with Shelley and Andy to watch the NY Mets play my favorite team, Cinnicinnati Reds. For me, its always a good time and fun to spend time with my friends, and when its something we both enjoy, it makes it all that much more fun.
So, we used to pick a game to go to once a year, most of the time we'd hit up the afternoon game, whenever they played the Reds, even if the games seemed to land in the middle of the week, one of the games was early. There is many stories that I get a chuckle out of everytime I think about going to these games, heres a few.
One of the times we went, the Reds had a hot new rookie playing, Ryan Freel, whom since that time has labored in the minors, playing for independant league teams, which is funny, cause Shelley and Andy are big Long Island Ducks fans, and one of those games I went to with them, he was playing I believe, anyways, Ryan comes up to bat, and all of a sudden you hear a gravely voiced woman screaming "Lets go Freel!!!" Hey, works for me, I'm a reds fan, but, why it's funny is cause we're at Shea Stadium, the home of the Mets, and pretty much its quiet when he's coming up to bat, so I'd suggest the whole stadium could hear her.... Side note, thankfully the Y Mets fans aren't complete fucking douchebags like Yankees fans or NY Ranger fans, cause if you did something like root for another team at their stadiums, the fans acost you, and not to your FACE mind you, but, by throwing things at your BACK or ganging up on your with other fans.... trust me I know, I went to see the St Louis Blues play the Rangers.... and I'm a St Louis Blues fan.... but thats a story for another time. But, what made this funny was, the woman was so drunk THAN.... but all game she just continued to get drunker, and drunker... and louder and louder.... it went from being like... ok shes rooting for him, to being kind of obnoxious, to being so ridiculously laughable that we weren't the only ones laughing.... ah, crazy drunks at the ball park.
Another time, actually both the next 2 stories, we were on the third base line, first row with an Aisle in front of us, so we could lean on the railing if we choose to, or put our feet up without really bothering anyone....
But, we're watching the game, and, low and behold, here comes a foul ball, kind of a looper, Andy, glove at ready is watching it, but, it fell short of where we were sitting, and, bounced on the aisle in front of us.... all you see is this gaggle of people go DIVING for this foul ball all over the concrete aisle, bodies piling up.... one of these people, an asian man, looking like a tourist, but, he had, what at that point, looked like a top of the line digital camera... not one of those small rectangle/square type ones mind you, you know those ones in 2011 that look like the 35MM cameras of yore, with removable and changeable lens and such? one of THOSE hanging from his neck.... and, when that foul ball came into the vicinty of the aisle... he must have forgotten that he had that thing on his neck, cause he dove into that pile for that ball like it was nobodys business.... can't say for sure here, but the way he was looking at that camera afterwards, well, seems to me it was broken.... the worst part is? He didn't come away with that foul ball.... poor guy.
Which leads me to my next story, if it's one thing people suggest when going to the ball park, but, doesn't seem like most people follow it.... when your there PAY ATTENTION!!! We're chilling relaxing and such, and, here comes another foul ball our way.... again, we're on the railing, aisle in front of us, and an old man, sitting in the last row before the aisle, his seat back is up against the concrete of the aisle, not paying attention to the game, but chatting away...... foul ball.... hard line drive... hits him right in the shoulder.... now the reaction is what was the best part, it hummed at this guy, hit him HARD in the shoulder, and, when it hit him, it kinda just startled him, he was looking around like... "huh? wtf?" ...... it took a good 4 or 5 seconds before he realized what happened, and, just if the dumbfounded look on his old face wasn't enough, he pulled a child like maneouver.... after realizing what happened.... he than started acting like he was in pain... needless to say the first minute or 2, he kinda was so dumbfounded, that it was laughable.... but, like a child when they get hurt, he didn't start ACTING like he was hurt till he noticed people looking at him, and until people started asking him if he was alright. My opinion is, that he noticed most of the people laughing at him for being a dumbass and not paying attention, and then decided to act like he was hurt so they people laughing at him would feel bad they were laughing. Needless to say, I'm kind of an asshole, so I continued to laugh, and, am getting a huge chuckle out of thinking about his face that day.... what a lessoff.
One of my favs tho is one year we get to the park and start looking for our seats. Shelley and Andy always bought the tickets when they first went on sale, mostly cause I'm a scatterbrain and would forget, so, thankfully when you have friends that aren't stupid like you, they remember these things.... so, we're walking around Shea, looking for our gate and such, and, were sitting just about where the seats end above the bullpen at Shea... We take our seats, and, what do we see? Shelley sitting down, and having to deal with having a HUGE pole between her legs all game.... her seat was LITERALLY directly behind the foul pole.... had to laugh everytime I looked over to talk to her that day.
One of the best parts about moving out here was that I got to spend alot more time specifically with Shelley and Andy before I left. It was awesome, cause, a few months before I left they finally took the big step of buying a house, and, I got to help them move... while they were thanking ME the whole time, it's really more of a me thanking them situation, there is nothing better than spending time helping people you love, and getting to just spend TIME with them. I could keep going on and on and on, but, my asscheeks are getting numb...
So, when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade, as my friends the mutated smart Jesus freak rats would say, while I feel cheated I won't get to see that race today, live OR on TV, as they don't have the Speed Channel on their cable package, it's fine. Getting to think about my friends, Shelley and Andy, make it ok. So many funny stories, so little time.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Contrary To Popular Belief....
...trying to sleep while you have a knee shoved into your chest or lower back is NOT comfortable.
Which leads me to what I was thinking about writing about in this glorious entry of the Porcelain Throne Chronicles.
I don't like being touched. Like, I have an aversion to just people touching me. I don't really know what it is, an invasion of personal space or whatever, but, I just can't stand it.
It's not really as severe as my fear or heights or balloons, but, it just freaks me out.
Whats kinda funny about this is that whenever you tell someone this in passing, or, mention the personal space thing, whats the first thing anyone wants to do upon hearing this? Invade your personal space.
It's kinda funny because it reminds me of a Chris Rock bit I believe, where he talks about when people have glasses they always want to "try them on" or some shit, but, you see someone in a wheelchair, you don't proceed to ask them if they can sit on the curb for a bit while you take their wheelchair for a test drive do you? I mean, I kinda do, my Aunt last year needed surgery, and, was confined to a wheelchair most of the time to get around, but, whenever I went to visit, if my mom and I were visiting in the common area, and, my Aunt was sitting in one of the common area chairs instead of her wheelchair, I would hop in and wheel around for a bit. Always lots of fun... BUT, its isn't like I dumped her out and went for a spin while she was screaming in pain on the floor.
Anyways, yeah, thats exactly what people want to do!!! Like, I don't get violent or pushy, when people start to approach me I kinda freeze up, and kinda deal with whatever happens. Funny guy I used to work with, Joe, real comedian, always went around grunting like Tim Allen, when I was in the woodshop I always oddly kinda felt like I was on the set of "Tool Time", as soon as he heard this about me, everytime he saw me for the last 2 or 3 months at my job, everychance he got, he was always hugging me. It's pretty funny when I'm writing this to think about it, cause, I'm getting a good laugh thinking about it, but yeah LOL, when accosted, I must look like a deer in headlights.
But, why is it that people do feel this need to invade personal space, when they know its unwelcome?!?!? This is actually one of the reasons I'm becoming fond of my gfs dog Holly, she seems to have the same aversion. Like, Holly likes to get pet, and likes to get some attention, but, if shes laying down, and, relaxing, and, someone starts to walk over to her to pet her, or, even if you just walk past, she gets this "Deer in headlights" look on her face, shes SO horrified that she might get accosted. It's quite funny, so, yeah, like I said, it must be funny to watch me when someone looks like they are gonna touch me... weird too, I don't really know how or when this started to become a phobia to me. I used to spend 3 or 4 days a week in NYC when I was younger going to General Admission shows, and people bumping up against me and such never bothered me like 10 or 15 years ago. Odd how brains and bodies change over the course of ones lifetime. Kinda like how I used to HATE coffee... than started drinking it... now I drink it black with a little sugar, if you told me that when I was 18, I'd have gotten a good hearty laugh.
Ok, best get ready for the weekend. Sadly with my gf being sick, she did go to work today tho, I feel that going to Toyota Speedway in Irwindale for the K+N All Star Showdown tomorrow isn't an option for tomorrow. Which kinda sucks, I wanted to see how Travis Pastrana did in his stick car debut. Oh well, guess we'll see what the weekend brings. I'll prolly sit around and do nothing, as, I had plans and they followed thru, and, doing anything else would be kinda offensive don't you think? If I had plans to do something, I should be able to do what I want, which will prolly be fatting around watching TV.
At least its lunchtime!!!
Which leads me to what I was thinking about writing about in this glorious entry of the Porcelain Throne Chronicles.
I don't like being touched. Like, I have an aversion to just people touching me. I don't really know what it is, an invasion of personal space or whatever, but, I just can't stand it.
It's not really as severe as my fear or heights or balloons, but, it just freaks me out.
Whats kinda funny about this is that whenever you tell someone this in passing, or, mention the personal space thing, whats the first thing anyone wants to do upon hearing this? Invade your personal space.
It's kinda funny because it reminds me of a Chris Rock bit I believe, where he talks about when people have glasses they always want to "try them on" or some shit, but, you see someone in a wheelchair, you don't proceed to ask them if they can sit on the curb for a bit while you take their wheelchair for a test drive do you? I mean, I kinda do, my Aunt last year needed surgery, and, was confined to a wheelchair most of the time to get around, but, whenever I went to visit, if my mom and I were visiting in the common area, and, my Aunt was sitting in one of the common area chairs instead of her wheelchair, I would hop in and wheel around for a bit. Always lots of fun... BUT, its isn't like I dumped her out and went for a spin while she was screaming in pain on the floor.
Anyways, yeah, thats exactly what people want to do!!! Like, I don't get violent or pushy, when people start to approach me I kinda freeze up, and kinda deal with whatever happens. Funny guy I used to work with, Joe, real comedian, always went around grunting like Tim Allen, when I was in the woodshop I always oddly kinda felt like I was on the set of "Tool Time", as soon as he heard this about me, everytime he saw me for the last 2 or 3 months at my job, everychance he got, he was always hugging me. It's pretty funny when I'm writing this to think about it, cause, I'm getting a good laugh thinking about it, but yeah LOL, when accosted, I must look like a deer in headlights.
But, why is it that people do feel this need to invade personal space, when they know its unwelcome?!?!? This is actually one of the reasons I'm becoming fond of my gfs dog Holly, she seems to have the same aversion. Like, Holly likes to get pet, and likes to get some attention, but, if shes laying down, and, relaxing, and, someone starts to walk over to her to pet her, or, even if you just walk past, she gets this "Deer in headlights" look on her face, shes SO horrified that she might get accosted. It's quite funny, so, yeah, like I said, it must be funny to watch me when someone looks like they are gonna touch me... weird too, I don't really know how or when this started to become a phobia to me. I used to spend 3 or 4 days a week in NYC when I was younger going to General Admission shows, and people bumping up against me and such never bothered me like 10 or 15 years ago. Odd how brains and bodies change over the course of ones lifetime. Kinda like how I used to HATE coffee... than started drinking it... now I drink it black with a little sugar, if you told me that when I was 18, I'd have gotten a good hearty laugh.
Ok, best get ready for the weekend. Sadly with my gf being sick, she did go to work today tho, I feel that going to Toyota Speedway in Irwindale for the K+N All Star Showdown tomorrow isn't an option for tomorrow. Which kinda sucks, I wanted to see how Travis Pastrana did in his stick car debut. Oh well, guess we'll see what the weekend brings. I'll prolly sit around and do nothing, as, I had plans and they followed thru, and, doing anything else would be kinda offensive don't you think? If I had plans to do something, I should be able to do what I want, which will prolly be fatting around watching TV.
At least its lunchtime!!!
Thursday, January 27, 2011
I Am SO Gonna Drop This Laptop Someday...
Which, wouldn't be a good thing since, after my car payment today, and, after I deposit some christmas money I have been putting off with the assumption I'd spend it if I had it available, which, where the fuck would I spend it, I don't actually GO out anywhere, and proceed to pay my phone bill and a minimum payment on my credit card in 2 weeks or so... I'll be at that point where I need to decide weather I should head back to NY, or keep my fingers crossed that in the next 4 week, which is about what I have saved... enough to get HOME or enough for a months or so bills... I'll locate a job.
I really don't want to borrow money from ANYONE, I feel like somewhat of a failure at the moment anyways, but if I get to the point I'm asking people for money, well, I'm really gonna sit down and start questioning where my life is going.
And like I have mentioned previous, applying for some sort of government assistance is unacceptable to me. While I am applying for jobs EVERYDAY, I am in no way not able to work. I don't feel like with me being able to work, yet, not being able to find a job, that being a valid reason to beg the government for a handout. I'm not one of those people who at this point wouldn't work for federal minimum wage, while I WOULD be embarassed about my station in life cause of it, I'd be proud I was working for what I was getting.
but yeah, the laptop thing, when I get up at times like these, say 1150pm PST to come use the facilities, and my gfs dog Holly is in our room, I kinda have to jungle gym over my sleeping girlfriend to get off the bed on her side, as oppposed to walking around the foot of the bed, because Holly's bed is kinda at the foot of my gfs side. Holly is a good dog, so, I totally respect her, Holly is the best example of a real life dog I've ever come across thats like Courage The Cowardly Dog, that old cartoon. Holly is scared and startled by everything. It took a long while before she warmed up to me, the first time I came to visit my gf while we were not living together, Holly wouldn't come near me, no matter how slow I approached, or, how slowley I came up to her. The second time she started to trust me more, nowadays, she lets me pet her while shes starting to sleep, she follows me around, its a nice feeling. Almost like I can win over anyone with who I am.
Anyways, so, after I jungle gym over my sleeping gf, I grab the laptop from my side of her bed, and, walk into the hallway which is pretty dark, open the bathroom door, and thats where I can just FEEL like I'm gonna drop this thing. CRASH onto the bathroom floor, broken screen. Not good.
But so far, so good I guess LOL.
I'm also kinda worried that it's gonna fall off my lap while I'm typing. Being....chubby... my stomach kinda keeps the laptop very close to the end of my thights, in fact the right side, kinda sits off my right knee a little, the laptop is kind of angled a bit from about an inch inside my left knee. I do this because the fucking mousepad area, or whatever you call that shit on a laptop, I've hit it before while typing stuff, and it fucks up my whole post, I tend to be right hand superior when i type, so this is about the only way to have it sitting on my lap so I don't constantly hit that stupid mousepad area. At least theres some clothes against the wall in front of me that MIGHT cushion the blow if it DID fall off my lap while doing an entry.
Oh, the other day I thought of an interested problem with doing this. I've decided to try and blog everytime I'm sitting in here emptying out, but what happens if I am OUT and I need to drop off the Cleveland Browns at the Super Bowl?!?!?!
What I've decided to do in THIS situation is, send an email to myself from my cellphone from wherever I am going at that moment. Than when I get home, copy the email and enter it as a post HERE, with the Title of the post being the place, date and time... for example... if I happen to be out at the Griffith Park Observatory sightseeing, and, I need to hatch a dirt snake, while I'm in there, I'll do an entry on my cell phone, send it to my email address, and when I get home, it would be like...
Griffith Park Observatory. 1/27/11. 135pm PST
Seems like a fair way to handle that situation wouldn't you think? Plus than, maybe, just MAYBE you will be able to feel like you have visited the same shitters I have, be it famous, IE Griffith Park Observatory, or not, IE the Ralph's Food Store up the street.
Had a nice dinner tonight, went out earlier and bought stuff to make what was prolly one of the most unhealthy lunches ever, Chedder cheese mashed potatoes, sausage, and bacon. yum. at least I bought DIET Dr. K instead of Regular LOL....
Funny side note, a guy I used to be really great friends with, James, we had this thing, because we loved Dr. Pepper so much, everyplace we went, if they had a generic Dr. Pepper, IE Dr. K is Ralph's/Krogers Generic or like i BELIEVE Dr. Thunder is Target or Wal-Marts, we'd buy a 12 pack and make sure we both got to drink a can to see how it held up against Dr. Pepper AND previous Dr. Generics we had tasted. Always a fun little game, cause if one of us went some place out of state that had stores NOT in our area, Dr. K would be a great example, or, I used to visit Erie, PA alot to hang out with my best friend, they had Wegmans, and I would buy a 12 of THEIRS to bring home since Long Island didn't have wegmans, we wound up over the years getting to taste a bunch of different generics.
But, yeah, back to lunch, not very healthy, but oh so freaking good LOL.
My gf when she was hanging out after she got up, shes been sick if you remember for the past week or so, she asked what I was making for dinner.... I felt like tacos, so, went and got stuff for tacos, and, they actually turned out pretty well... what was fun about dinner was, I was all obsessed with trying to make Chocolate Crossants. See, my gf and her sister yesterday made me watch some really horrible movie with Steve Martin, Meryl Streep, Alec Baldwin. Something about geriatrics falling in love, I'm So Obsessed? some shit like that, but, at one point, Meryl Streep takes Steve Martin back to what I'll assume was her bakery or resteraunt, IDK, I was busy playing CityVille on facebook while this was on, and, he wanted Chocolate Crossants, so, they made chocolate crossants. Since I like to try new cooking things, I decided, well, I better make sure SOMETHING useful came out of me being subjected to that tripe, so I made chocolate Crossants for dessert.
pretty easy actually, bought one of the Ralph's store brand crossant tubes, a bar of Hershey's milk chocolate symphony and brought those shits home. In addition to those 2, I melted some butter to slather on the crossant pre rolling, put some cinnamon sugar onto it after THAT, than, and the ONE thing I'd change, i put a block of the Hersheys chocolate on the crossant before rolling it. in hindsight, I should've shaved the chocolate onto the whole flat crossant pre rolling, next time i will.... than on 4, added some carmel my gf had in the closet thats an addition to coffee.
very cool, quick little treat. came out very good.
So yeah, I guess it's time to get back to bed, not that I'm actually gonna get to sleep yet, took my 3 sleep aids previous to coming in here, but I'm not feeling it yet, so, I'll go back to watching Bubblegum Crisis 2040 and have my mp3 player ready and waiting for when I do start to feel it.
It was a good day. Well, maybe it WASN'T for all I know, but today, I don't know, I guess just felt a little better, and, I guess thats something right?
I really don't want to borrow money from ANYONE, I feel like somewhat of a failure at the moment anyways, but if I get to the point I'm asking people for money, well, I'm really gonna sit down and start questioning where my life is going.
And like I have mentioned previous, applying for some sort of government assistance is unacceptable to me. While I am applying for jobs EVERYDAY, I am in no way not able to work. I don't feel like with me being able to work, yet, not being able to find a job, that being a valid reason to beg the government for a handout. I'm not one of those people who at this point wouldn't work for federal minimum wage, while I WOULD be embarassed about my station in life cause of it, I'd be proud I was working for what I was getting.
but yeah, the laptop thing, when I get up at times like these, say 1150pm PST to come use the facilities, and my gfs dog Holly is in our room, I kinda have to jungle gym over my sleeping girlfriend to get off the bed on her side, as oppposed to walking around the foot of the bed, because Holly's bed is kinda at the foot of my gfs side. Holly is a good dog, so, I totally respect her, Holly is the best example of a real life dog I've ever come across thats like Courage The Cowardly Dog, that old cartoon. Holly is scared and startled by everything. It took a long while before she warmed up to me, the first time I came to visit my gf while we were not living together, Holly wouldn't come near me, no matter how slow I approached, or, how slowley I came up to her. The second time she started to trust me more, nowadays, she lets me pet her while shes starting to sleep, she follows me around, its a nice feeling. Almost like I can win over anyone with who I am.
Anyways, so, after I jungle gym over my sleeping gf, I grab the laptop from my side of her bed, and, walk into the hallway which is pretty dark, open the bathroom door, and thats where I can just FEEL like I'm gonna drop this thing. CRASH onto the bathroom floor, broken screen. Not good.
But so far, so good I guess LOL.
I'm also kinda worried that it's gonna fall off my lap while I'm typing. Being....chubby... my stomach kinda keeps the laptop very close to the end of my thights, in fact the right side, kinda sits off my right knee a little, the laptop is kind of angled a bit from about an inch inside my left knee. I do this because the fucking mousepad area, or whatever you call that shit on a laptop, I've hit it before while typing stuff, and it fucks up my whole post, I tend to be right hand superior when i type, so this is about the only way to have it sitting on my lap so I don't constantly hit that stupid mousepad area. At least theres some clothes against the wall in front of me that MIGHT cushion the blow if it DID fall off my lap while doing an entry.
Oh, the other day I thought of an interested problem with doing this. I've decided to try and blog everytime I'm sitting in here emptying out, but what happens if I am OUT and I need to drop off the Cleveland Browns at the Super Bowl?!?!?!
What I've decided to do in THIS situation is, send an email to myself from my cellphone from wherever I am going at that moment. Than when I get home, copy the email and enter it as a post HERE, with the Title of the post being the place, date and time... for example... if I happen to be out at the Griffith Park Observatory sightseeing, and, I need to hatch a dirt snake, while I'm in there, I'll do an entry on my cell phone, send it to my email address, and when I get home, it would be like...
Griffith Park Observatory. 1/27/11. 135pm PST
Seems like a fair way to handle that situation wouldn't you think? Plus than, maybe, just MAYBE you will be able to feel like you have visited the same shitters I have, be it famous, IE Griffith Park Observatory, or not, IE the Ralph's Food Store up the street.
Had a nice dinner tonight, went out earlier and bought stuff to make what was prolly one of the most unhealthy lunches ever, Chedder cheese mashed potatoes, sausage, and bacon. yum. at least I bought DIET Dr. K instead of Regular LOL....
Funny side note, a guy I used to be really great friends with, James, we had this thing, because we loved Dr. Pepper so much, everyplace we went, if they had a generic Dr. Pepper, IE Dr. K is Ralph's/Krogers Generic or like i BELIEVE Dr. Thunder is Target or Wal-Marts, we'd buy a 12 pack and make sure we both got to drink a can to see how it held up against Dr. Pepper AND previous Dr. Generics we had tasted. Always a fun little game, cause if one of us went some place out of state that had stores NOT in our area, Dr. K would be a great example, or, I used to visit Erie, PA alot to hang out with my best friend, they had Wegmans, and I would buy a 12 of THEIRS to bring home since Long Island didn't have wegmans, we wound up over the years getting to taste a bunch of different generics.
But, yeah, back to lunch, not very healthy, but oh so freaking good LOL.
My gf when she was hanging out after she got up, shes been sick if you remember for the past week or so, she asked what I was making for dinner.... I felt like tacos, so, went and got stuff for tacos, and, they actually turned out pretty well... what was fun about dinner was, I was all obsessed with trying to make Chocolate Crossants. See, my gf and her sister yesterday made me watch some really horrible movie with Steve Martin, Meryl Streep, Alec Baldwin. Something about geriatrics falling in love, I'm So Obsessed? some shit like that, but, at one point, Meryl Streep takes Steve Martin back to what I'll assume was her bakery or resteraunt, IDK, I was busy playing CityVille on facebook while this was on, and, he wanted Chocolate Crossants, so, they made chocolate crossants. Since I like to try new cooking things, I decided, well, I better make sure SOMETHING useful came out of me being subjected to that tripe, so I made chocolate Crossants for dessert.
pretty easy actually, bought one of the Ralph's store brand crossant tubes, a bar of Hershey's milk chocolate symphony and brought those shits home. In addition to those 2, I melted some butter to slather on the crossant pre rolling, put some cinnamon sugar onto it after THAT, than, and the ONE thing I'd change, i put a block of the Hersheys chocolate on the crossant before rolling it. in hindsight, I should've shaved the chocolate onto the whole flat crossant pre rolling, next time i will.... than on 4, added some carmel my gf had in the closet thats an addition to coffee.
very cool, quick little treat. came out very good.
So yeah, I guess it's time to get back to bed, not that I'm actually gonna get to sleep yet, took my 3 sleep aids previous to coming in here, but I'm not feeling it yet, so, I'll go back to watching Bubblegum Crisis 2040 and have my mp3 player ready and waiting for when I do start to feel it.
It was a good day. Well, maybe it WASN'T for all I know, but today, I don't know, I guess just felt a little better, and, I guess thats something right?
Had An Interesting Topic...
...But I seem to have forgotten it during the night. Another day of job hunting on the internetz, getting very tiresome and frustrating and each day goes on. I kinda want to punch 1-800-flowers in the face today, at 645am this morning, they called me. Did a quick search on the internetz when I got up to see who it was, and, others had complained about a telemarkers from 1-800-flowers calling them from that number. Whats annoying is that they lessoffs work out of Brentwood, CA, so, CALLING at 645am THEIR TIME, is calling at 645am my time and waking me up. I don't believe I will be using 1-800-flowers again for this reason.
So, in addition to being a... "Writer", I'm also a..."Cook". I'm actually a lot better at consitently trying to cook than write. From what people tell me, I should cook for people for a living. My gf's mom's husband, whom I respect, has told me on multiple occasions that the dishes I've prepared are better than alot of the high class resteraunts he goes to.
It's flattering.
One thing that I DO feel sets me apart from most cooks in general is, that when I cook something, I love to hear constructive criticizm. Even if the people I am cooking for finds my food phenominal, I always try and find a way to improve on myself.
Like last night, I had made waffles during the day, the box of baking mix was out and saw a recipie on the side for like some apple crumb nut dealee. I decided since we had straberries in the house I'd make it with strawberries and use the banana pudding mix in the closet in the dough to make a strawberry banana dealee.
It didn't come out too bad, but it didn't come out as good as I would've liked. Next time I need to use a second box of pudding mix, as well as some caramel being suggested.
Hm, why did I start talking about that? Oh, its weird to me that people seem to say constantly go with your passions in life. At 35, its not really possible for me to do something like, go to culinary school and become a chef. I'd still need a job. IDK, just weird how life works with some things you know?
Ok, back to job hunting, red cream soda, all in the family, and strawberry/banana dealee.
So, in addition to being a... "Writer", I'm also a..."Cook". I'm actually a lot better at consitently trying to cook than write. From what people tell me, I should cook for people for a living. My gf's mom's husband, whom I respect, has told me on multiple occasions that the dishes I've prepared are better than alot of the high class resteraunts he goes to.
It's flattering.
One thing that I DO feel sets me apart from most cooks in general is, that when I cook something, I love to hear constructive criticizm. Even if the people I am cooking for finds my food phenominal, I always try and find a way to improve on myself.
Like last night, I had made waffles during the day, the box of baking mix was out and saw a recipie on the side for like some apple crumb nut dealee. I decided since we had straberries in the house I'd make it with strawberries and use the banana pudding mix in the closet in the dough to make a strawberry banana dealee.
It didn't come out too bad, but it didn't come out as good as I would've liked. Next time I need to use a second box of pudding mix, as well as some caramel being suggested.
Hm, why did I start talking about that? Oh, its weird to me that people seem to say constantly go with your passions in life. At 35, its not really possible for me to do something like, go to culinary school and become a chef. I'd still need a job. IDK, just weird how life works with some things you know?
Ok, back to job hunting, red cream soda, all in the family, and strawberry/banana dealee.
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