Ace and TJ morning show and instead have put some lame guy whose name I cannot be bothered to recall.
Fuckers.
Which is not to say that I don’t enjoy Christmas music – I really do. But I do NOT want to listen to nothing BUT Christmas music. I want to listen to regular music with the occasional Christmas song thrown in. Except for maybe Christmas Eve and Christmas day, when nothing but Christmas music is okay.
Is that so much to ask?
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We’re not putting up a big Christmas tree this year – and after all that
fuss and drama last year! – because we usually put it in the small room upstairs known as “the study.” But the spud’s computer is in there, and if we put the tree in there, there’ll be no room for the spud, and so we’re just going to put the small tree in the living room and put the presents under there. I suspect that we may be going the route of only having the small tree from here on out.
I’m sure The Bean will try to climb the damn thing and knock it over and then I’ll have to kill him.
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We watched
The Simple Life last night – I thought it was a rerun of the premiere, but it was actually the second episode – because that crazy
Jane has fallen in love with Paris Hilt0n, and thus I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.
Let me digress for a moment to say that when you find
a man who looks at Paris Hilt0n, shudders, and calls her “grotesquely skinny”, that’s a definite keeper, right there.
Anyway, the show started out okay, and I laughed my ass off when Nicole yelled at the cows to get their fat asses moving. But after that, I don’t know. I mean, they were filling milk bottles with milk that people were going to DRINK, and they were letting the milk hose fall in the mud, and they were dumping water in the bottles with the milk to fill them to the top, and it just made me want to climb through the screen and slap them upside their bratty little spoiled-princess heads.
I don’t know if we’ll be watching it in the future – and yes, I know that it behooved F0X to edit the show to make them look like spoiled rotten bitches for the pure entertainment value of it all, but as in every other reality show, if you don’t do or say something, they can’t show you doing it or saying it, now can they? – because Fred was annoyed to the extreme by the end of the show. Y’all let me know if I miss anything, okay?
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And speaking of TV, I watched
Trista and Ryan’s Wedding last night (and the episode last week as well), and I cannot WAIT to see the wedding itself next week, I’m so excited! I just love those two, I really do. I know Trista reportedly
owes her manager some ungodly amount of money and doesn’t want to pay or something, but I just love her to death.
Oh! I heard on the radio the other day that Bachelor Bob and Estella have already broken up, that he was dating someone from a previous
Bachelor, and that he told her he was only doing the show to advance his career. I can’t seem to find anything about it online, though. If it’s true, I don’t think I’m all that surprised. I like Bob, but I don’t think he’s ready to settle down yet.
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I don’t know how many of you read (used to read) the weight loss journal and used this site to get there by clicking on the link in the sidebar, but I’ve taken that site down (read
here for the explanation, if you’re interested). I moved my recipes to a different location, and replaced the OFB link in the sidebar (under “other”) with a link to the main
Recipes site. I only bring that up so that I can tell y’all that I’ve put up some new recipes:
Pancit
Sticky Garlic Chicken Skewers
Vinegar Slaw
BBQ Sauce (made with Splenda)
Spaghetti Squash
Pancit is a Filipino stir-fry, is the best way I can think to describe it. Liz made it for us while she was here, and it was SO damn good. I used to make it all the time when Debbie and I lived in Lisb0n Falls, but I hadn’t had it in a long, long time. I made it again this past week because amazingly enough, Fred loves it. It’s definitely going to be a regular part of our menu, and I highly recommend it.
Sticky Garlic Chicken Skewers is a recipe I found in someone’s blog or journal. I unfortunately didn’t make note of where I got it – if I got it from you, please let me know. We had it for dinner Monday, and it was awesome!
Happy cooking. 🙂
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You know, the Bean is such a funny cat. Everything he does, he does whole-heartedly and with total exuberance, whether it’s running full-tilt at the wall, playing with a toy mouse, or sleeping. Fred threw him a piece of popcorn last night, and the Bean grabbed it and ran off with it. Ten minutes later, he came back with it, hid it in the gap between the body of the couch and the couch cushion, and then spent five minutes grabbing at it and playing with it. He’s absolutely the nosiest cat I’ve ever known. If you’re doing something, he wants to know what and where and how. You cannot step into the kitchen without him hopping up onto the table and then onto the counter to supervise. Put him on the floor, he does it again. Open a closet door, he’s got to run inside and sniff around. Go into the bathroom and shut the door, two seconds later you’ve got a little gray paw sticking under the door, grabbing at the air. He spends 50% of his time running around like his ass is on fire, 25% trying to get the other cats to play, and the rest sleeping like the dead. When it’s time to sleep, he flops down wherever he happens to be, and he’s dead to the world in five seconds flat.
He really was a good choice, I think, although sometimes we just want him to STOP ALL THAT DAMN RUNNING AROUND AND JUST LAY THERE! He’s a total character, is what he is.
What he is not, though, is particularly friendly. He’s laid-back and if you pick him up he’ll purr and allow you to hold him until he has places to go and things to do, and he struggles and twists until you put him down. He very rarely comes looking for love and attention, but when he does, he does it whole-heartedly. He wants LOVE and he wants it NOW and he cares not whether you’re busy doing something else. You must stop and pet and hold him.
Yesterday I was sitting in front of the computer (imagine that!) when he woke up from a nap and wandered into the computer room. He jumped from the top of the shredder which sits next to my desk, to the top of my desk, and he leaned against my right arm (my “mouse” arm) and began rubbing his face against the side of my head, purring madly.
I picked him up and flipped him onto his back, holding him like a baby. He laid patiently, purring, and let me rub his belly.
When he’d had enough love, he turned over onto his stomach and walked across my desk. There, he stretched. And then?
And then.
And then I got the Best Picture EVER Taken.
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