The Big DumpTruck

Thanks to Ross from Localfeeds I may have that not showing up problem licked. No more excuses to feel bad for myself, eh? Well, of course I have plenty of those.

I was struck this afternoon/evening about how I have no friends. No, wait, don’t be posting stuff in the comments about how loved I am…I mean real life people who would call me up and say “dudette, I’m making chicken lo mein, bring a fork” or whatever. We won’t even go into the whole lack of a real social life. I just don’t have people to do things with, other than my son. Now don’t get me wrong, he’s fun, but I think the two of us spending a couple of hours at my office this afternoon was his idea of fun either.

Anyway, instead of just eating whatever Junior is having (pasta pasta pasta) I made myself a cool dinner that *I* wanted. It was amazing, actually. I made Chicken a la Aunt Barbara (chicken thighs sauteed with green peppers in a little grapeseed oil, salt and pepper. That’s it. You can use olive oil, I just prefer grapeseed), garden tomato and feta tossed in a touch of Ken’s Greek dressing, and a few of Junior’s medium shells with a smidge of butter on them. That’s it. And it was PERFECT. I think the secret is to start the chicken and peppers at the same time. Last time I threw them in about halfway through and there wasn’t much of the pepper flavor in the chicken. Tonight I had to force myself to not finish the whole package in one sitting. I can’t wait for dinner tomorrow!

I keep wondering why Blogrolling knows I’ve updated (I ping by hand) and even lists me as recently updated, yet I don’t show up as updated in the blogroll on my page. Something about that really annoys me.

Went grocery shopping. There’s a major Cookie and cracker sale at Shaws. I guess September is cookie and cracker month.

My comment to the priest in Fitchburg who embezzled 250k from the parish: What part of “Thou Shalt Not Steal” doesn’t apply to you?

Oh and as a follow-up to Junior waking up way too early yesterday? Even earlier today. As in before 6am early. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I read Chris’s reply to my maze post about his kids only taking left turns for the first ten minutes in the maze, and I was laughing so hard that Mr. Dump had me read the reply. I told him how much I enjoy Chris’s website, and clicked on the link over, and almost hurt myself reading the Mister Crunchy: I Choose You! article. Anyone who has ever had to suffer through an episode of Pokemon (or heaven forbid, one of the movies) will appreciate this. The whole show requires a suspension of disbelief that lately I just can’t handle. I have lost patience with cartoons that just expect me to say “Okay, that’s not how things happen in real life, but sure, I’ll assume that it can happen just so I won’t turn of the television.” This happened to me last night with Rugrats. Now I know that on a regular basis the plotlines expect you to just say “Ya, okay, whatever” [See: Rugrats in Paris – we need Stu to come fix the big Reptar robot, oh hell, sure, why don’t you take your family AND your neighbor’s families with you, on us. Let’s see, that’s plane tickets to Paris for 7 adults and 6 kids, and then first class accommodations. I hope you have Passports, you leave in the morning.”]

Last night’s Rugrats had all of the above plus two sets of grandparents, an extra wife and daughter (12 adults, 7 kids) hopping on a plane to an island on a whim. When they get there, there’s only one room available. Next thing you know the hotel is having a treasure hunt, and the prize is to be upgraded to the 5-bedroom Presidential suite. Oh, okay. The hotel has a 5 bedroom suite that they’re handing out to the winner, even if it’s just some guy there alone. *sigh* I’m such an adult. Or maybe the writer in me thinks they need to try harder if parents have to watch these shows with their kids. Anyway, go read “I Choose You!” You’ll thank me later.

You guys keep it down. I’m going upstairs to inhale the new National Enquirer. Let’s all cross our little digits that Junior sleeps past 6:30 tomorrow. He didn’t this morning. He does every WEEKDAY morning. But not today, no sir.

My parents found an alternative to the Davis Farmland Megamaze – this one was owned by the Lull Farm folks, out in the field next to where they do the pick-your-own strawberries. I was expecting something pretty lame, along the lines of the little one we did last year at a fall fair we went to.

Well, for $4 a person, it was already making me happy. And then we proceeded to get lost in there for almost an HOUR before we gave up and went back out the entrance because Junior had twisted his ankle a little and was getting tired of being in the maze. What was funny is that neither me or my dad wanted to give up – I mean, I’m sure we were seconds away from figuring it out! I mean, after an hour, you want to just FIND the exit to say that you finished the darned thing. Once we got out we asked to see the blueprint that we knew the guy had. Dang, so close and yet so far. Next year we bring a periscope and better shoes.