I think I’ll make a project of going through my recipes and posting them. I know I owe the Dolmathes and the Mirliton recipes, which I’ll get up ASAP. If there are any others that you guys would like, just ask.
Oh, and I’ll put up the Hot Wing Dip, too. :-)
There is a NEW category of posts called Angela’s Recipes with everything I’ve put up so far. To access it, scroll down past the news on the right and select the category you’d like to see. All posts from that category will be listed.
Well, we just had a huge scare. I was sewing and Nick was fiddling around outside when he hollered in: CALL 911!!! I said, WHY? He said BECAUSE EMILY’S HOUSE IS ON FIRE!!
You want to put me into a screaming panic? Say those words to me. Having been through the horror of our friends’ house burning to the ground one fine Sunday a few years ago, any mention of fire makes me completely lose my shit.
For me, losing my shit means that I call 911 and scream at the dispatcher, call Emily’s phone, leave a message, get her brother’s phone # from my address book and call him. Fortunately, he was at a party with Emily, so he told her to get home quick. Then, I run towards the fire to see how bad it is. The fire was in the carport of our dear friend Emily’s house and it was billowing black smoke – which immediately makes me think ROOF. Nick ran over there and as it turned out, it was a plastic trellis and a plastic planter that was engulfed and causing the black smoke. Nick grabbed the trellis and pulled it onto the concrete while the neighbors started showing up. I remembered (how??) that Emily had a hose at her front porch so we got it and hosed down the blaze. Had we been 5 minutes later, the carport would have been involved.
OMFG. I thank the gods that we noticed what was happening. A couple of minutes later the fire trucks (2) arrived with 2 EMT units and they hosed everything down some more (we’d already gotten the fire out with the hose) as well as pulled down a bit of the carport ceiling to make sure the fire had not spread to the attic. A few minutes after that Mike’s mom arrived – they live a couple of streets over – and everyone else arrived.
I tell you, we live in the ghetto, but our neighbors hauled ass up here to help and I can’t say enough how awesome that is.
The whole thing was over in half an hour and everyone went back to the birthday party they’d been at and we came back across the street. Then I burst into tears and cried for a few minutes. That smell brought back some intensely bad feelings from years ago. I’m grateful that my Get Things Done instinct is stronger than my Burst Into Tears instinct.
We’ve had our excitement for the year, folks. I’m still a bit shaky after two shots of Turkey 101.
Let’s all take a moment and be grateful for all that we have and everyone check your alarm systems today, ok? If you don’t have fire detection, please get it. Also, make it a point to get to know your neighbors. Even in a semi-sketchy neighborhood like mine, having neighbors who know you makes ALL the difference.
We love you all and don’t want anything to happen to any of you. ::big hugs::
We got in between rushes and walked right up. Yay! I’m very glad it was painless. This whole election has given me enough pain already, thanks. ARGH.
Now I can watch the inane celebration of CHANGE!!! for the rest of the evening. You guys are in for a rude awakening, I fear. The Messiah he AIN’T. I do hope that Prop 2 in CA is spanked down properly.
::sigh::
Disclaimer: I do NOT think that either the Dems or the Reps had a candidate worth a shit, so don’t assume I’m a McCain supporter, either. Palin is the devil. Oh, yah, you betcha.
I remembered these disturbing Weight Watchers recipe cards from the 70s. It will make you glad that you weren’t fat back then – jaysus!
All the images are from Candy Boots, thanks to that site!
OMG, what’s up with the MACKEREL?
Sweet gods in heaven:
And don’t forget to marvel at the lovely props with each and every card:
If people really did eat shit like this, then it’s no wonder McDonald’s tastes good to Americans. GAH! Dried up tasteless nuggets would be gourmet next to Fluffy Mackerel!
Enjoy! :-)
I hate the damn time changes. The kitties and I find it very aggravating to have to change our schedule. It makes us cranky. CK!
We did not get up to see Russ/Janel this weekend. Dammit. My road trip is supposed to happen this week, guys, but when I get back: we’re coming up!!
I ran into my artist boyfriend at Kroger on Friday and I’m hoping to land an apprenticeship with him soon. The girl who was his apprentice ran off to CA and left him high and dry, so he really needs someone to step up. I hope he chooses me!! I’m very excited about the prospect of being in the studio daily and learning to use the various methods/machinery available for fabricating jewelry. Keep your fingers crossed for me!
Well, it’s Monday and I shall color my hair. It’s tired and having new color will make me happier with the disarray of trying to grow it out. :-)
Tomorrow I have the court date for the lawsuit I filed against Ben. It’s not to get the money back, no, that was stolen by him and I’ll never see it again, but it’s to get the judgement and have it on record. Not that a loser like him will ever have credit or buy anything anyway, but it’s the principle if the thing. People like him and Heathen are users and they will never be anything more than takers and grifters. I never even got a thank-you from those assholes after Heathen’s pretend suicide this summer. It’s too bad that they are such wastes of space.
Then after the court, I’ll probably go have lunch with Dean. Since I’ve not heard about the road trip yet, the ticket won’t be booked. Which means I’ll wait for Nick to get off work to go vote. I hope the lines aren’t too horrible. So, that’s my week as of now.
Now, off to color my hair!
