Prolly not really a relevant title, but, I feel it is, if not originally meant for that...
Spent some time online looking for job, not going well. Yeah, prolly how most of my midday entries are gonna start....
Went to one of the most GHETTO stores I've ever had the pleasure of frequenting yesterday.... a ghetto type discount warehouse, but it was AWESOME. Great prices on some stuff, most of the products were "damaged" and such, but LOL, still some great deals.
We have added it to our list of stores to hit up.
Spent most of the afternoon yesterday with my gfs sister out and about doing some shopping, the above store was our first stop, and, while mad ghetto, it was well worth the time and effort.
Proceeded to hit Ralph's for what was on the Ralph's list.
Kinda russan this entry cause I gotta get to the recycling place to return bottles and cans so I can get gas for my car, than, gonna hit up the 99 cent store to do the rest of my shopping for the time being. That place is awesome, don't let anyone tell you different, when you don't care about things like brand names, its much better to pay a buck for something than 4 dollars....
Than I'm back home to walk Holly. It's been a few days since shes been walked, and, I know she has a grand old time, so, I'll do that today. My car also needs to be washed. It's amazing to me, what my car would look like after a WINTER or snow and ice and water and salt in NY.... it looks like after a WEEK out here, from what my gf tells me is the smog. It's truly amazing how fast dirt and grime and shit build up on the finish of the car, and add in the fact I really don't drive that much? The air quality out here must be worse than working in a house with exposed asbestos.......
anyways, off to shower and start the day.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
I Wish I May, I Wish I Might...
so after finishing in here last night, I went back to bed, gf and dog both asleep, or, I'm sure Holly popped her head up, decided she didn't care about the bullshit I was pulling by moving around, Holly usually pops her head up, takes one look at what's going on, and walks out of the room, and, into the other room and goes back to sleep, but, I laid back down, and, for the first time I actually kinda appreciated the street light that shines thru the one window in my gf's bedroom.
While I have the blinds closed, and, turned down so no light gets in, it seems that no matter how I fix them, the street light between our neighbor to our left, and HIS neighbor to HIS left, ALWAYS shines thru somehow.
I have been trying to hide my face from it the better part of 3 months I've been out here, its kinda annoying to get a brief awake moment to get a drink from the bottle of water I keep next to the bed and than to try and get back to sleep, and you lay back down, and no matter what you do, you cannot just get that one little bit of light to STOP Shining on one of your eye lids.
Last night I had an awakening of sorts when I realized that, that street light is like my own personal star watching over me at night. Like that star at night sailors see that gives them hope cause maybe they HAVEN'T lost there way, even when they THINK they may have. Like a guardian angel always vigilant, to protect whom it was assigned to.
Listening to my mp3 player, staring at it gave me this odd sense of calmness I don't think I've had for a while, maybe, for the first time since I've moved out here.
I'm pretty much out of money, I have no job prospects, things haven't gone in ANYWAYS like I had planned, OR in anyway that I hoped, but seeing that light pushing thru the blinds last night, today, none of that seems to matter. I seem to be filled with a greater sense of hope and optimism than I have in a long time.
Maybe, just maybe, if I wish upon my own personal star tonight, maybe my wish will come true. Even if it doesn't, I feel ok because feeling like someone or something is watching over me, even when I feel like nothing is going right, when I was on the cusp of giving up hope that anything was going to change out here, gave me a renewed sense that there IS something greater out there for me than what I have now. All I have to do is have the faith and the patience to let it happen. But, if ANYTHING, I can think of my new friend whenever I get sad or upset or discouraged, and I can at least... Smile.
While I have the blinds closed, and, turned down so no light gets in, it seems that no matter how I fix them, the street light between our neighbor to our left, and HIS neighbor to HIS left, ALWAYS shines thru somehow.
I have been trying to hide my face from it the better part of 3 months I've been out here, its kinda annoying to get a brief awake moment to get a drink from the bottle of water I keep next to the bed and than to try and get back to sleep, and you lay back down, and no matter what you do, you cannot just get that one little bit of light to STOP Shining on one of your eye lids.
Last night I had an awakening of sorts when I realized that, that street light is like my own personal star watching over me at night. Like that star at night sailors see that gives them hope cause maybe they HAVEN'T lost there way, even when they THINK they may have. Like a guardian angel always vigilant, to protect whom it was assigned to.
Listening to my mp3 player, staring at it gave me this odd sense of calmness I don't think I've had for a while, maybe, for the first time since I've moved out here.
I'm pretty much out of money, I have no job prospects, things haven't gone in ANYWAYS like I had planned, OR in anyway that I hoped, but seeing that light pushing thru the blinds last night, today, none of that seems to matter. I seem to be filled with a greater sense of hope and optimism than I have in a long time.
Maybe, just maybe, if I wish upon my own personal star tonight, maybe my wish will come true. Even if it doesn't, I feel ok because feeling like someone or something is watching over me, even when I feel like nothing is going right, when I was on the cusp of giving up hope that anything was going to change out here, gave me a renewed sense that there IS something greater out there for me than what I have now. All I have to do is have the faith and the patience to let it happen. But, if ANYTHING, I can think of my new friend whenever I get sad or upset or discouraged, and I can at least... Smile.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Mad Fucking Kneeding Went On Tonight
So, yeah, I decided to cook with, yet again, what we had handy in the house. Made some more pizza dough, this time, i made some like Mac and Cheese Bacon Rolled things, and, my gf pulled out a bag of O'Briens Potatoes, whatever the hell that means, potatoes, onions and peppers, how THATS "O'Briens Potatoes" I'll never know. I met Ken O'Brien once, he was pretty cool. So I made a pizza with the side flopped over onto the top kinda pizza with that.
Both came out well, but, the O'Briens Potatoes since I've never used them previous, I didn't really mess around with them and they seemed a bit bland, maybe some seasonings next time, and, I STILL can't seem to get the right amount of Garlic and Italian type seasonings right to get that flavor out of the crust, you know, by mixing it in.
What else went on? My gf and her sister are trying to get me to try out for Jeopardy, I keep saying with how MY luck is, I'll get 5 catagories I don't know NOTHING about, and look liek a complete Doomaas (and I guess by definition a Dubai as well, as, you know, Dubai... I'ts The Same Thing as Doomaas) on network TV.
but we'll see I guess, I mean, whatelse do I have to do during the day?
Not much I can tell you that.
I am going shopping tomorrow for food to cook in the near future. Mad cooking will be going on here.
Other than this, I'm ripping the skin off my thumbs, so, thats kinda exciting... wow I'm mad spacey right now...
Both came out well, but, the O'Briens Potatoes since I've never used them previous, I didn't really mess around with them and they seemed a bit bland, maybe some seasonings next time, and, I STILL can't seem to get the right amount of Garlic and Italian type seasonings right to get that flavor out of the crust, you know, by mixing it in.
What else went on? My gf and her sister are trying to get me to try out for Jeopardy, I keep saying with how MY luck is, I'll get 5 catagories I don't know NOTHING about, and look liek a complete Doomaas (and I guess by definition a Dubai as well, as, you know, Dubai... I'ts The Same Thing as Doomaas) on network TV.
but we'll see I guess, I mean, whatelse do I have to do during the day?
Not much I can tell you that.
I am going shopping tomorrow for food to cook in the near future. Mad cooking will be going on here.
Other than this, I'm ripping the skin off my thumbs, so, thats kinda exciting... wow I'm mad spacey right now...
A Very Telling Experiance
Yeah, I know, I prolly spelled Experience wrong, but whatever, wanted to relay this story.
So, I wake up feeling like shit, I may have mentioned that my gf and her sister have been sick, both seem fine now, and now I'm sick. I'm not really one to whine and bitch about this, my previous job, in 3 and a half year I missed 2 and 2 half days due to not being able to work, and, the 2 FULL days were due to horrible root canal pain from the previous night.
So, I do what I need to do regardless.
Anyways, I wake up still feeling like shit, take some dayquill. Last 2 I had. So now my options are NOT take any medicine when i need to like 4-6 hours later, or, get off my lazy ass and go get some.
I decided to fiddle about on the net looking for jobs, no luck again today before I went out and got my meds. Hit around 12pm or so, I'm starting to get a little more stuffed, start sucking on the last chloroseptic I had, and, got myself up, put one some clothes, ugh the thought of me, you know, SANS clothes is disgusting to me as well, tell Holly that I'm going around the block to Rite Aid, put my jacket on, start jiggling my keys at Holly, so, she starts barking and doing her little happy holly dog dance deal, we hit the car, put on some R.L. Burnside, head on down the road.
The rite aid near me is only like around the block, so, it's not a long car ride. Anyways, get there, go in, grab a bag of Cinnamon Teddy Bear cookies, u know, they kinda are a knock off of teddy grahams, buck a bag, they make a good little treat for Holly whem shes being a good girl in the room, and head off to grab my medicine, walking down some of the food aisles, wondering if they have what I was looking for to make something for dinner.... they don't, was thinking that after my success with pizza yesterday I'd make pepperoni pinwheels or something to that effect, but no mozzerella and not pepperoni at Rite Aid, head off to the cough and cold aisle, the brand Nyquill and Day Quill were onsale, but out of stock, so, I got me a 20/40 dayquill nyquill split and a box of 20 dayquill. Rite Aid brand, even off sale and the brand onsale, the Rite Aid was a buck cheaper. Start walking out of the aisle and remember that I had finished my last throat losenge before I came out, so, I went and bought the rite aid version of that, hey, 3.15 compared to 5.99.... thats almost a gallon of gas!!!!
Anyways, get to the front, and, whose ringing me up? The store Manager. I found this odd cause when I worked for that heartless drug chain, it WASN'T Rite Aid BTW, the DAY Crew consisted of.... 3 cashiers... 2-3 MANAGERS (combination of store manager an assistants) and/or a head cashier and shift supervisor... a photo tech... a cosmetics person, and most days a Hallmark person......
I look around and realize, this man is here ALL BY HIMSELF. Dudes, the STORE MANAGER was the ONLY one working in the front store part of this Rite Aid....
When would a better oppertunity present itself to ask about a job than RIGHT NOW....
I have asked previous at this location, as 10+ years retail pharmacy experience you would think would get me a job, the people have always been nice and given me what are REAL excuses as to why that particular location WASN'T hiring, I even left my resume and asked if they would call if they DID have an opening...
Anyways, I asked the Store Manager about a job, and, he explained that the company isn't allowing him to hire any new employees at the moment. I kinda chuckled and said that it sure looks like he needed the help as he seemed to be doing everything in the store at the moment... good natured kinda guy he chuckled again, and explained the company won't even give him the hours he needs to put people on where needed at the moment either.
I like that the people out here have good attitudes, if this was a New York store manager, and, I've worked directly with some, they would be bitching up a storm they didn't have a head cashier or shift supervisor to respond to casher needs, and whine and cry and bitch and than not do ANYTHING but sit in the office sending text messages. One girl I used to work with in particular used to do this during the day. When she had no help, she'd just sit in the office and decided that if she had to walk back and forth to anwser employee problems, she wasn't gonna do nothing but sit on her ass in the office the whole shift. I thought she was nice, she was counted as a friend when she worked with me on my shift, but she went to the day and that was that.
Anyways, thats the kind of way people in NY deal with that... in Cali it sure seems people are more willing to do what they need to do, as opposed to throwing a bitchy hissyfit and doing NOTHING.... I felt bad for this guy, but at least he had a smile on his face....
Sadly, that's the situation I seem to be in out here... the guy CLEARLY needs the help, be it hours for current employees OR to hire someone to work DURING the day, but I guess for whatever reason, business being slow? not enough profits? whatever, the company doesn't allow them too do what needs to be done.
Leads me to think that maybe upper management in Rite Aid might have taken some hints from the way the heartless drug chain I used to work for does business, and to how they treat their employees, which is a shame, cause that Rite Aid is FULL of amazingly wonderful and helpful employees. It makes me proud when I get one of those printed recipts with the survey on the bottom, to take 5 or 6 minutes to call in and do it, especially when the SPECIFIC store is amazing and the people there care, even if it sure seems like the companies upper management may have forgotten to.
So, I wake up feeling like shit, I may have mentioned that my gf and her sister have been sick, both seem fine now, and now I'm sick. I'm not really one to whine and bitch about this, my previous job, in 3 and a half year I missed 2 and 2 half days due to not being able to work, and, the 2 FULL days were due to horrible root canal pain from the previous night.
So, I do what I need to do regardless.
Anyways, I wake up still feeling like shit, take some dayquill. Last 2 I had. So now my options are NOT take any medicine when i need to like 4-6 hours later, or, get off my lazy ass and go get some.
I decided to fiddle about on the net looking for jobs, no luck again today before I went out and got my meds. Hit around 12pm or so, I'm starting to get a little more stuffed, start sucking on the last chloroseptic I had, and, got myself up, put one some clothes, ugh the thought of me, you know, SANS clothes is disgusting to me as well, tell Holly that I'm going around the block to Rite Aid, put my jacket on, start jiggling my keys at Holly, so, she starts barking and doing her little happy holly dog dance deal, we hit the car, put on some R.L. Burnside, head on down the road.
The rite aid near me is only like around the block, so, it's not a long car ride. Anyways, get there, go in, grab a bag of Cinnamon Teddy Bear cookies, u know, they kinda are a knock off of teddy grahams, buck a bag, they make a good little treat for Holly whem shes being a good girl in the room, and head off to grab my medicine, walking down some of the food aisles, wondering if they have what I was looking for to make something for dinner.... they don't, was thinking that after my success with pizza yesterday I'd make pepperoni pinwheels or something to that effect, but no mozzerella and not pepperoni at Rite Aid, head off to the cough and cold aisle, the brand Nyquill and Day Quill were onsale, but out of stock, so, I got me a 20/40 dayquill nyquill split and a box of 20 dayquill. Rite Aid brand, even off sale and the brand onsale, the Rite Aid was a buck cheaper. Start walking out of the aisle and remember that I had finished my last throat losenge before I came out, so, I went and bought the rite aid version of that, hey, 3.15 compared to 5.99.... thats almost a gallon of gas!!!!
Anyways, get to the front, and, whose ringing me up? The store Manager. I found this odd cause when I worked for that heartless drug chain, it WASN'T Rite Aid BTW, the DAY Crew consisted of.... 3 cashiers... 2-3 MANAGERS (combination of store manager an assistants) and/or a head cashier and shift supervisor... a photo tech... a cosmetics person, and most days a Hallmark person......
I look around and realize, this man is here ALL BY HIMSELF. Dudes, the STORE MANAGER was the ONLY one working in the front store part of this Rite Aid....
When would a better oppertunity present itself to ask about a job than RIGHT NOW....
I have asked previous at this location, as 10+ years retail pharmacy experience you would think would get me a job, the people have always been nice and given me what are REAL excuses as to why that particular location WASN'T hiring, I even left my resume and asked if they would call if they DID have an opening...
Anyways, I asked the Store Manager about a job, and, he explained that the company isn't allowing him to hire any new employees at the moment. I kinda chuckled and said that it sure looks like he needed the help as he seemed to be doing everything in the store at the moment... good natured kinda guy he chuckled again, and explained the company won't even give him the hours he needs to put people on where needed at the moment either.
I like that the people out here have good attitudes, if this was a New York store manager, and, I've worked directly with some, they would be bitching up a storm they didn't have a head cashier or shift supervisor to respond to casher needs, and whine and cry and bitch and than not do ANYTHING but sit in the office sending text messages. One girl I used to work with in particular used to do this during the day. When she had no help, she'd just sit in the office and decided that if she had to walk back and forth to anwser employee problems, she wasn't gonna do nothing but sit on her ass in the office the whole shift. I thought she was nice, she was counted as a friend when she worked with me on my shift, but she went to the day and that was that.
Anyways, thats the kind of way people in NY deal with that... in Cali it sure seems people are more willing to do what they need to do, as opposed to throwing a bitchy hissyfit and doing NOTHING.... I felt bad for this guy, but at least he had a smile on his face....
Sadly, that's the situation I seem to be in out here... the guy CLEARLY needs the help, be it hours for current employees OR to hire someone to work DURING the day, but I guess for whatever reason, business being slow? not enough profits? whatever, the company doesn't allow them too do what needs to be done.
Leads me to think that maybe upper management in Rite Aid might have taken some hints from the way the heartless drug chain I used to work for does business, and to how they treat their employees, which is a shame, cause that Rite Aid is FULL of amazingly wonderful and helpful employees. It makes me proud when I get one of those printed recipts with the survey on the bottom, to take 5 or 6 minutes to call in and do it, especially when the SPECIFIC store is amazing and the people there care, even if it sure seems like the companies upper management may have forgotten to.
Dubai... It's The Same Thing as Doomaas...
I am so hopped up on myquill right now, that I can't stop laughing at this other old adage from my friend and ex coworker Matt, you remember him, the one who was always asking the age old question... "Is It Doody Or DooDEES?, and, it's prolly not a good thing that I am laughing, I'm not yet passed out ready cause of the nyquill, and, I'm just chilling in bed with my gf, watching a horrible movie called Backwoods with Haylie Duff, while trying to see how fast I can finish a game of solitare on the computer, my record so far? 137 seconds, and, it's like 1230am or so, and, my gf and her sister both have to work tomorrow, and, me being the bum I am at this moment in time, I don't, so, I can't very well keep laughing and waking them up, especially since my gfs sister has threatened me on multiple occasions if she had heard this...
Me: Hey, have you heard?
GF's Sister: Heard what?
Me: That Dubai... is the same thing as Doomaas?!!?
GF's Sister: yeah, I've heard that way more than I would've liked, and, you're just lucky I worked all day or I'd get up and smack you right in your face.
So, if I awoke the residents of my house that are sleeping by laughing at something like, Dubai... It's The Same Thing As Doomaas...
I'd prolly be sleeping in my car tonight... which I guess wouldn't be SO bad, since, while it SEEMS chilly out, I could get away with the state of mind, I COULD still be in NY and its like 20 and snowing there....
But back to this adage....
I don't really know where Matt came up with this, nor do I have ANY sort of clue what the fuck that shit means, but, I DO KNOW, I get a chuckle out of it everytime I hear it in my head, since, well, it's MATTS voice in my head saying it... even more funny is that when I SAY it, I don't hear MY voice, I hear MATTS voice... I guess thats more weird that funny tho, because, I should be hearing my voice. You know I bet I know how THAT conversation would go...
Me: Dubai... its the same thing as Doomaas....
Gf's Sister: dude, shut the fuck up.
Me: Did I say that?
Gf's Sister: Uh.... yeah...
Me: Weird, I hear Matt's voice when I'm saying it, even tho the words are coming from my mouth. See I KNOW this, and yet STILL, I hear Matt's voice?
Gf's Sister: Yeah, I don't know who Matt is, but your really strange
So yet I add another question for the ages.... What the fuck does that mean? I mean, Matt, when he started saying this, I believe he heard the word "Dubai" on the radio, without actually HEARING what the story was about... It prolly went something like, Matt was fiddling about on his iPhone, and, wasn;t hearing the radio, just, i guess.... imagine the teacher from Peanuts, you know, the Charlie Brown and Snoopy cartoons? Well, imagine that for 5 or 6 miutes... than say Dubai... than 5 or 6 more minutes of the Peanuts teacher....
Than, we got to an area to do some work, and... BLAM...
Matt: Hey, Dubai... its the same thing as doomaas!!!!!
rolls off his tounge.
I know when ASKED about Dubai, Matt didn't have ANY clue about what the hell Dubai actually was, in fact, I kinda doubt that Matt to this day, knows what Dubai ACTUALLY is, THIS being the ONE fact I know about this old adage leads me to rule out, 100%, that he isn't saying the people of or the country of Dubai ITSELF are Doomaas'. Anyone that knows Matt would agree 100% with me....
So, subtracting this, what the fuck does that mean?
Maybe once I die, and, if I'm lucky enough, I'll be let in on the secrets of the unverse, one of which I truly and sincerely hope, is the meaning of...Dubai... It's The Same Thing As Doomaas.
Me: Hey, have you heard?
GF's Sister: Heard what?
Me: That Dubai... is the same thing as Doomaas?!!?
GF's Sister: yeah, I've heard that way more than I would've liked, and, you're just lucky I worked all day or I'd get up and smack you right in your face.
So, if I awoke the residents of my house that are sleeping by laughing at something like, Dubai... It's The Same Thing As Doomaas...
I'd prolly be sleeping in my car tonight... which I guess wouldn't be SO bad, since, while it SEEMS chilly out, I could get away with the state of mind, I COULD still be in NY and its like 20 and snowing there....
But back to this adage....
I don't really know where Matt came up with this, nor do I have ANY sort of clue what the fuck that shit means, but, I DO KNOW, I get a chuckle out of it everytime I hear it in my head, since, well, it's MATTS voice in my head saying it... even more funny is that when I SAY it, I don't hear MY voice, I hear MATTS voice... I guess thats more weird that funny tho, because, I should be hearing my voice. You know I bet I know how THAT conversation would go...
Me: Dubai... its the same thing as Doomaas....
Gf's Sister: dude, shut the fuck up.
Me: Did I say that?
Gf's Sister: Uh.... yeah...
Me: Weird, I hear Matt's voice when I'm saying it, even tho the words are coming from my mouth. See I KNOW this, and yet STILL, I hear Matt's voice?
Gf's Sister: Yeah, I don't know who Matt is, but your really strange
So yet I add another question for the ages.... What the fuck does that mean? I mean, Matt, when he started saying this, I believe he heard the word "Dubai" on the radio, without actually HEARING what the story was about... It prolly went something like, Matt was fiddling about on his iPhone, and, wasn;t hearing the radio, just, i guess.... imagine the teacher from Peanuts, you know, the Charlie Brown and Snoopy cartoons? Well, imagine that for 5 or 6 miutes... than say Dubai... than 5 or 6 more minutes of the Peanuts teacher....
Than, we got to an area to do some work, and... BLAM...
Matt: Hey, Dubai... its the same thing as doomaas!!!!!
rolls off his tounge.
I know when ASKED about Dubai, Matt didn't have ANY clue about what the hell Dubai actually was, in fact, I kinda doubt that Matt to this day, knows what Dubai ACTUALLY is, THIS being the ONE fact I know about this old adage leads me to rule out, 100%, that he isn't saying the people of or the country of Dubai ITSELF are Doomaas'. Anyone that knows Matt would agree 100% with me....
So, subtracting this, what the fuck does that mean?
Maybe once I die, and, if I'm lucky enough, I'll be let in on the secrets of the unverse, one of which I truly and sincerely hope, is the meaning of...Dubai... It's The Same Thing As Doomaas.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Dick Laurant Is Dead
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.
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.
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.
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