I gagged when I read black bean burgers. Rude or not there is now way I'd be able to even take a polite bite.
FNW, Cheese makes all the difference in the world for almost everything in my world
It can be hard to eat what he cooks. Especially if he cooks chicken or steak. The Sahara has more moisture than his chicken and that's not an exaggeration. His steak is so far past well done that I could shoe a horse with it.
DH wasn't aware that chicken or steak could be moist until he met me. He also wasn't aware that veggies could taste good.
Cheese is my favorite food group
I am guilty of over grilling chicken. I'm fine with the oven just not the grill.
It should be a crime to ruin good steak like that!
Thing is, if you season or sauce the chicken, some overcooking can go unnoticed. He doesn't. I've watched him. He puts olive oil on the baking sheet and that's it. He tends to serve mashed potatoes with chicken so I cut the chicken up and hide it in the mash. Otherwise, it's too dry to eat.
Husker would slap him up one side and down the other for what he calls steak!
But, have his tacos and you'll be heaven. Not kidding.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I can't cook without my meat thermometer. The instant temp one. I've probably mentioned it before, but my parents burn the he!! out of meat. They overcook until he's dried out. And they love it that way. But....when they eat my cooking, they love it and want the recipe.
DH has problems grilling chicken. He's great with everything else. So over the summer he asked how he'll know if it's done and I gave him the thermometer. I said when it reaches 150, take it off.
She is nice. Never done anything to make me not like her.
I can't put my finger on it.
I feel bad about this.
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I can't cook without my meat thermometer. The instant temp one. I've probably mentioned it before, but my parents burn the he!! out of meat. They overcook until he's dried out. And they love it that way. But....when they eat my cooking, they love it and want the recipe.
DH has problems grilling chicken. He's great with everything else. So over the summer he asked how he'll know if it's done and I gave him the thermometer. I said when it reaches 150, take it off.
Mom has to have her thermometer too. And her timer.
I rarely use either.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
She is nice. Never done anything to make me not like her.
I can't put my finger on it.
I feel bad about this.
Trust your instincts, and don't fee bad.
I have a neighbor...don't like her but never knew why. Until...after her second baby she asked for help from the neighbors. She said it was hard for her to get dinner on the table. So we all signed up and took turns bringing her dinner. I cooked spaghetti (sauce from scratch), made enough for leftovers, garlic bread, salad, bottle of wine. Asked her what time they ate and I'll bring it over then. Expecting to see a disheveled new mother with a newborn in her arms (or close by) and another at her hip answering the door, instead I got her husband. HER HUSBAND! He was home watching the older little girl while new mom napped. House was neat as a pin, not a toy or diaper in sight. No plates out, no table set, nothing. He didn't even have the manners to help take the food for me, instead he invited me in and said I could put it on the island. I almost asked if I was expected to serve it, too, but remembered he works with my husband so I just smiled and said enjoy. He thanked me and I left, feeling used. She never even bothered to call/email or text me a thank you.
So when I got an email from the neighbors asking everyone to chip in $20 so they could get her a spa certificate for the Red Door after she delivers her third baby (any time), I deleted it.
She is nice. Never done anything to make me not like her.
I can't put my finger on it.
I feel bad about this.
Trust your instincts, and don't fee bad.
I have a neighbor...don't like her but never knew why. Until...after her second baby she asked for help from the neighbors. She said it was hard for her to get dinner on the table. So we all signed up and took turns bringing her dinner. I cooked spaghetti (sauce from scratch), made enough for leftovers, garlic bread, salad, bottle of wine. Asked her what time they ate and I'll bring it over then. Expecting to see a disheveled new mother with a newborn in her arms (or close by) and another at her hip answering the door, instead I got her husband. HER HUSBAND! He was home watching the older little girl while new mom napped. House was neat as a pin, not a toy or diaper in sight. No plates out, no table set, nothing. He didn't even have the manners to help take the food for me, instead he invited me in and said I could put it on the island. I almost asked if I was expected to serve it, too, but remembered he works with my husband so I just smiled and said enjoy. He thanked me and I left, feeling used. She never even bothered to call/email or text me a thank you.
So when I got an email from the neighbors asking everyone to chip in $20 so they could get her a spa certificate for the Red Door after she delivers her third baby (any time), I deleted it.
That's crazy. I'd delete that too.
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I hope everyone is having a good Friday. I lost a real nice ring a while back. I thought it was gone forever and given up ever finding. I come home tonight and found it on my kitchen counter with a note from my cleaning lady that said "found on floor in the pantry. I think it may have been in one of the grocery bags that I save. So happy to have it back.
I hope everyone is having a good Friday. I lost a real nice ring a while back. I thought it was gone forever and given up ever finding. I come home tonight and found it on my kitchen counter with a note from my cleaning lady that said "found on floor in the pantry. I think it may have been in one of the grocery bags that I save. So happy to have it back.
Anyway, back to me. Last day in my program from hell! I met my new team and boy oh boy, is it run so much better. I start Monday. I am so relieved. Two more people left my old current program today. Gee don't companies look at those attrition stats anymore?
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I hope everyone is having a good Friday. I lost a real nice ring a while back. I thought it was gone forever and given up ever finding. I come home tonight and found it on my kitchen counter with a note from my cleaning lady that said "found on floor in the pantry. I think it may have been in one of the grocery bags that I save. So happy to have it back.
Anyway, back to me. Last day in my program from hell! I met my new team and boy oh boy, is it run so much better. I start Monday. I am so relieved. Two more people left my old current program today. Gee don't companies look at those attrition stats anymore?
I'm glad things are looking better with the new team, IKWTDS!
I hope everyone is having a good Friday. I lost a real nice ring a while back. I thought it was gone forever and given up ever finding. I come home tonight and found it on my kitchen counter with a note from my cleaning lady that said "found on floor in the pantry. I think it may have been in one of the grocery bags that I save. So happy to have it back.
That is so great! Like putting on your winter jacket for the first cold day of the year and finding money in the pocket!
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
She is nice. Never done anything to make me not like her.
I can't put my finger on it.
I feel bad about this.
Trust your instincts, and don't fee bad.
I have a neighbor...don't like her but never knew why. Until...after her second baby she asked for help from the neighbors. She said it was hard for her to get dinner on the table. So we all signed up and took turns bringing her dinner. I cooked spaghetti (sauce from scratch), made enough for leftovers, garlic bread, salad, bottle of wine. Asked her what time they ate and I'll bring it over then. Expecting to see a disheveled new mother with a newborn in her arms (or close by) and another at her hip answering the door, instead I got her husband. HER HUSBAND! He was home watching the older little girl while new mom napped. House was neat as a pin, not a toy or diaper in sight. No plates out, no table set, nothing. He didn't even have the manners to help take the food for me, instead he invited me in and said I could put it on the island. I almost asked if I was expected to serve it, too, but remembered he works with my husband so I just smiled and said enjoy. He thanked me and I left, feeling used. She never even bothered to call/email or text me a thank you.
So when I got an email from the neighbors asking everyone to chip in $20 so they could get her a spa certificate for the Red Door after she delivers her third baby (any time), I deleted it.
GOFUNDME is the new "I want everyone to pay for my spa day". Not all GOFUNDME, mind you, but a lot of them.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
It's been a long tiring day. Got everything done, except a haircut, but new problems cropped up to deal with. DN and sparkly adopted a puppy. We're tired today so didn't go see the new babe.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
She is nice. Never done anything to make me not like her.
I can't put my finger on it.
I feel bad about this.
Trust your instincts, and don't fee bad.
I have a neighbor...don't like her but never knew why. Until...after her second baby she asked for help from the neighbors. She said it was hard for her to get dinner on the table. So we all signed up and took turns bringing her dinner. I cooked spaghetti (sauce from scratch), made enough for leftovers, garlic bread, salad, bottle of wine. Asked her what time they ate and I'll bring it over then. Expecting to see a disheveled new mother with a newborn in her arms (or close by) and another at her hip answering the door, instead I got her husband. HER HUSBAND! He was home watching the older little girl while new mom napped. House was neat as a pin, not a toy or diaper in sight. No plates out, no table set, nothing. He didn't even have the manners to help take the food for me, instead he invited me in and said I could put it on the island. I almost asked if I was expected to serve it, too, but remembered he works with my husband so I just smiled and said enjoy. He thanked me and I left, feeling used. She never even bothered to call/email or text me a thank you.
So when I got an email from the neighbors asking everyone to chip in $20 so they could get her a spa certificate for the Red Door after she delivers her third baby (any time), I deleted it.
GOFUNDME is the new "I want everyone to pay for my spa day". Not all GOFUNDME, mind you, but a lot of them.
Good gosh, the neighbor sure has a sense of entitlement. I would have deleted too!
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I drink coffee so I don't kill you.
I quilt so I don't kill you.
Do you see a theme?
Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
It's been a long tiring day. Got everything done, except a haircut, but new problems cropped up to deal with. DN and sparkly adopted a puppy. We're tired today so didn't go see the new babe.
She is nice. Never done anything to make me not like her.
I can't put my finger on it.
I feel bad about this.
Trust your instincts, and don't fee bad.
I have a neighbor...don't like her but never knew why. Until...after her second baby she asked for help from the neighbors. She said it was hard for her to get dinner on the table. So we all signed up and took turns bringing her dinner. I cooked spaghetti (sauce from scratch), made enough for leftovers, garlic bread, salad, bottle of wine. Asked her what time they ate and I'll bring it over then. Expecting to see a disheveled new mother with a newborn in her arms (or close by) and another at her hip answering the door, instead I got her husband. HER HUSBAND! He was home watching the older little girl while new mom napped. House was neat as a pin, not a toy or diaper in sight. No plates out, no table set, nothing. He didn't even have the manners to help take the food for me, instead he invited me in and said I could put it on the island. I almost asked if I was expected to serve it, too, but remembered he works with my husband so I just smiled and said enjoy. He thanked me and I left, feeling used. She never even bothered to call/email or text me a thank you.
So when I got an email from the neighbors asking everyone to chip in $20 so they could get her a spa certificate for the Red Door after she delivers her third baby (any time), I deleted it.
Wow! Talk about entitled. I can't believe anyone else will fall for the email a second time.
It's been a long tiring day. Got everything done, except a haircut, but new problems cropped up to deal with. DN and sparkly adopted a puppy. We're tired today so didn't go see the new babe.
Awe! You got a granddog🐶
I did! Her name is Ava.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
It's been a long tiring day. Got everything done, except a haircut, but new problems cropped up to deal with. DN and sparkly adopted a puppy. We're tired today so didn't go see the new babe.
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Thanks. They found her at a rescue. She's part lab and part American Stafford. I think.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
It's been a long tiring day. Got everything done, except a haircut, but new problems cropped up to deal with. DN and sparkly adopted a puppy. We're tired today so didn't go see the new babe.
Ah, this is the life of having a son with Aspergers. Some days are tougher than others.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou