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The spam seems to have mostly stopped, but I’ll give it a few more days before I stop moderating the comments, just in case. Spam just pisses me off, and comment spam pisses me off even more. I mean, who in the holy hell sees a comment spam and says “My goodness, I hadn’t realized before now that I want to do some online gambling, but I think I’ll check this link out and give it a try!”? I guess if even one person tries it out the spammers have done their job though, eh?
Fucking spammers. I think they should all be strung up by their tender parts until such a day that all the spamming stops.
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I made a huge batch of
roasted chick peas for Fred yesterday. Because he likes his food spicy, I dumped a ton of chili powder and tabasco on them, along with spicy creole seasoning, and some garlic salt. At one point I thought to myself “Boy, I hope this isn’t going to be too hot for him…”
When the chick peas were done, he tried some and then every time he passed through the kitchen he grabbed a handful.
“So what do you think?” I asked. “Are the spices good?”
“Yeah,” he said. “They’re not hot enough, though.”
If that’s not a challenge, I don’t know what is. It’s now my goal to make him CRY when he tries the next batch of chick peas.
Bastard.
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The spud went to a party Saturday. It started at 2 in the afternoon and went until 10:30. It was more than a little weird to see her get into the car with a friend (and his mother – he doesn’t have his license yet) and drive away, since pretty much anywhere she’s gone in the last eight years, we’ve taken her.
She was supposed to call when she was ready for us to come pick her up, but she called sometime after 6 to ask if it was okay for her to get a ride home with the same friend who brought her. We said yes, and then I spent the evening worrying.
“What if they’re doing drugs? What if they’re drinking? What if they’re sneaking off into rooms to have sex?”
“She’s with a bunch of church kids,” Fred said. “(This one) goes to church, (that one) is home-schooled so he probably goes to church*, (the other one) is a church-goer. She’s fine, I’m sure they’re behaving, no one’s going to get pregnant!”
“Oh, right. YOU were a church-goer when you were a kid. Are you trying to tell me you didn’t do things you weren’t supposed to?” I said.
“Not with my church friends,” Fred said.
Oh, yeah. THAT made me feel better.
She got home a few minutes before 11, and Fred and I were waiting at the top of the stairs to interrogate her.
She had a good time, there were lots of kids there, there were parents present (yes, I’m a dumbass for not asking that particular question BEFORE she went), and there was no wild drugging or drinking. She went to the party, had a good time, and came back in one piece.
MAH BABY IS GROWING UP!
* No, we realize that not all home-schooled kids’ parents are religious types. But we’re in the south, and chances are good that they are. NOT THAT THERE’S ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT.
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Ugh. It’s a crappy, rainy, wintry day (hush up,
Jane! 61 degrees IS TOO cold!), but I have the space heaters (one at each end of the room) going, so I’m not suffering too much. I think I’m going to go take my shower, do some laundry, and curl up under a quilt in the chair in the corner of the master bedroom while I try to finish reading the book I’ve been reading for, like, five days now.
(I’ve been catching up on my magazine reading, which cuts into my book reading time considerably)
See y’all tomorrow!
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“How YOU doin’?”
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There are quite a few very ‘oh my god, burn your mouth’ hot sauces on the market that would have Fred crying. Tabasco just doesn’t do it for me anymore and my fire eating/breathing pal recommends Melinda’s XXXtra hot. I like hot food (suicide wings for example) and the Melindas is pretty warm for me.
Note I would add it to the oil, rather than shaking overtop, this would more evenly spread the heat.
You could also check http://www.mohotta.com or http://www.firegirl.com, they have a very comprehensive list of ways to cause Fred pain.
Good luck!
Today’s photo and caption is the BEST!
The Boogerman looks like he just finished a pile of kitty weed. What a stoner! Love it!
Just so you know, I got my first “real kiss” at a church camp, with a church boy… : )(it scared me when that tongue came my way!!!!)
Re the chickpeas.
One word: wasabi.
Totally agree with you about Dr. Phil’s “most desperate housewife.” Once I realized we weren’t going to find out *what* horrible thing she was doing, I skipped to the next show I had taped. The only things I could figure out that she might be doing are: 1)prostituting herself, 2)pimping or 3)both.
Sounds like it’s time for Habanero Tabasco!(http://www.tabasco.com/tabasco_tent/pepper_sauce/habanero_pepper_sauce.cfm) That should get Fred’s attention.
When I was in High School, I dated a total church boy, the son of a pastor, no less, and he was every bit as boring as you are hoping. His best friend, however, also a church boy…not so much. A bit of a man-slut, you know what I mean??
But I’m sure the Spud’s particular gaggle of church-kids are fine upstanding pillars of their respective church communities.
For the future, keep this in mind: It’s the band kids you have to watch out for. No Joke. Band geeks are total whores. And I can say that- I was a band geek. Just a warning.
I agree about Dr. Phil – what a joke! It pissed me off that he tried to pull it off by being righteous and saying that he was protecting her by not telling us. If she wanted protected, she would not have made the damn tape in the first place! I also thought she had to have been pimping herself with the kids there. That’s the worst thing I could think of, though I am sure there are more horrible things beyond my realm of possibility.
Yeah, I was dissapointed too in the Dr Phil show but intrigued as well. The only thing I could think of was whoring herself but my co-worker thought selling drugs (coke, heroin, etc.) could be it. Interesting though.
What did you think of the lady who’s a shoplifter? Total Laverne from Laverne & Shirley I thought. But, oh my God, what a creep of a father, to watch your child keep going under the water and not do anything about it! Horrible!
Do the chickpeas come out crunchy? My husband wants to know 🙂
Stacey – Thanks for the warning. I’ll keep her away from the band geeks – and thank my lucky stars that she gave up band at the end of last year! 🙂
Kathy S, Shelly & Katrina – Yeah, I figured it was prostitution-related, but I guess drugs could certainly be involved!
Katrina – I hadn’t thought of the shoplifting housewife as Laverne from L&S, but now that you mention it, I do! 🙂 Heh.
Kirsten – Yep, totally crunchy. The consistency is similar to corn nuts.
Erm. You don’t really want to hear teenage party stories, so I’ll just move on. Anyway, the Spud’ll be fine. She’s being raised well. I’m seconding that comment about the awesomeness of today’s picture. 🙂 I’m also thinking that the kitty is glaring at those damned spammers. “Send one more thing about viagra or online gambling and I will send Satan to eat your soul.” He does a better evil eye than I do! (and that’s saying a lot.)
My husband would probably like your chick pea recipe. He likes those. Would you mind posting your recipe?
Alaska Kim – it’s here. I’m making another batch tonight, and I will make it SO spicy that Fred will cry tears of joy and pain, oh yes…
That kitty pic/caption is so freakin’ hilarious!! I just burst out laughing when I saw it. Funny!!
And I must agree with Jane, 61 degrees is NOT COLD!! That would be considered a nice, beautiful day here in northwestern WV. I’m from NH, 61 degrees in December is heavenly!! :o)
LOL I have to agree with Jane and Mandie, give me 61 degrees anytime in December and i will have my windows open letting in the fresh air.
I love the different pics of the cats you get and the captions always cracks me up
61 Degrees is shirt sleeve weather! I have the heat on 65 and I am perfectly comfortable.
That is the best picture of stanlet yet. I love it. Also not trying to scare you but back when i was the Spud’s age I went to church group meetings to hang out with my friends and do all those things we weren’t supposed to of course all we ever smoked was cigarettes
How do you dry the chick peas? Do you take each little individual pea and carefully wipe them dry? Do you use a blow dryer? Air dry?
Sounds yummy! Have you tried the Morton’s hot salt? It’s even too hot for my hubby.
Olivia: Lalalaaaaaaaa, I can’t heeeeear youuuuu…
Marcia: I lay them down on a layer of paper towels and rub them with another layer of paper towels, and that usually does the job. I need a little chick pea dryer, though. Maybe I could train one of the cats to hold a little dryer and carefully dry each and every chick pea! 🙂