Chicken Little

"Chicken Little"
Coming to a theater near you.
Produced by: ExShelfer & Urt Umber 

"Have a perfectly awful bloody day!"

Here’s a pre-caffeine story from Friday. On my way to work I stopped by this local coffee joint for a cup of joe to go. It’s an anti-Starbucks and I love it. It’s in a tiny building, but they still have a drive up. Picture this I you will: You have to round the tiny building to pull up to the window. The building is only a little over one car length, so I was waiting at the building’s edge for a red van to finish with his order. Soon, a bigass gray Ford truck (you know-- the kind with the huge wheels that must be compensating for the owner’s lack of something) comes up behind me --next in line after me. He can’t see the drive-up window. Pretty soon he’s honking his horn. I ignore him and continue to listen to Bob & Tom on the radio. Then I see him going to back up and go around me, or through the grass area to get back out on the street. At this point in time I don’t know what the fuck he’s so upset about.
The red van is still waiting (these coffee people are either slow today, or Red Van has ordered a double mocha latte with extra whipped cream and a dab of cinnamon) So I see the guy get out of his truck and come to my window.

He screams, “MOVE UP, SISTER! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR???”
I said, “There’s a red van there at the window!”
He said, “Oh, I didn’t see it.”
I said, “I’m not your sister and I DID SEE IT. That’s why I’m HERE. Patiently waiting my turn.”
He said (mockingly—I guess he was pissed that I dare return his tone of voice)
“THEN HAVE A NICE DAY!”
I said, “I hope you have a perfectly awful BLOODY day.”

I still can’t understand why the hell he could think someone, on a work day, would just sit in a coffee line and not move. Is that a way some people get their jollies?


---Anyway, Gas was $3.13 when I filled up today.

Yesterday evening BP used his metal lathe to make a part for the windshield wiper for his truck and was very pleased with himself.

Boring Weather, LP and Sauce chat

1. It finally rained yesterday and it was heavenly.
I sat out on the porch and looked at it.
Now the temperature is about 25 degrees cooler than it has been for the last week and a half.

2. LP starts his sophomore year in 12 days. :(
Teenagers are no fun--he doesn't even want to go shopping for brand spankin' new school supplies.
He hasn't yet started driver's training. He shows no interest in it.

3. I made a kickass homemade spaghetti sauce last night. And homemade garlic bread (good loaf of French bread, combine: two cloves of garlic, smashed together with salt to make a paste, 3tablespoons of soft butter, a teaspoon of olive oil--slice the loaf lengthwise and smear the butter mixture on the bread and wrap it in aluminum foil and bake in a 350 oven for about 15-20 minutes. Yum. I put dried oregano on half of the bread)

simple sauce:

1 pound ground sirloin
1 medium onion, diced
2 cloves garlic, diced
1 can petite diced tomatoes (your own garden tomatoes would be wonderful)
2 small cans plain tomato sauce ( I like Red Gold)
1 cup of combination chopped fresh flat leaf parsley and basil leaves
salt/pepper

Brown and drain the beef --set aside
Put a few tablespoons olive oil in a pan and saute the onions and garlic, salt and pepper until translucent.
Add back the beef.
Add the tomato sauce and diced tomatoes
Stir and simmer for about thirty minutes
5 minutes before serving add in the herbs and stir everything together


I served it with linguine pasta

A commercial I hate

Geico has a new ad that features a middle-aged woman sitting on a piano with music icon Burt Bacharach. She’s telling a story about getting hit by a car driver who had Geico insurance. He’s singing and repeating her words. He looks Joe Cockerish, retarded (no offense), and all bent up. It’s bad. With the royalty checks he’s raking in, surely he doesn’t need the money. It’s sad. Geico: Stick with the free-pie-and-chips gecko.

Stuff I'm Excited Abouot

Season 5 Curb Your Enthusiasm is on DVD!

A new Christopher Guest movie, For Your Consideration, is in production. About acting awards season with his usual cast of zanies: Eugene Levy, Catherine O’Hara, Parker Posey, Fred Willard, even John Krasinki from The Office! Yay! Nothing better than a Christopher Guest film. Is he the only writer/director doing comedies for adults??

If I lived in New York:
I’d love to see the Martin Short Fame Becomes Me musical comedy set to debut anytime now. I adore his Jiminy Glick persona.
The tag line is: If you liked The Miracle Worker, you’ll love Martin Short Fame Becomes Me! Haha Here’s a link: Marty

BB All Stars

Enough about Mel. On to more important matters: Big Brother All Stars. Did Janelle just make the dumbest move in BB history? Ayep. She's trusting Dr. Will. uh oh. Big Mistake. We're not see enough of the Iraqi Peach. I want me some Kaysar!

Mel

Yes he's an anti-semite and a sexist pig for his "sugartits" insult but look at Mel's booking photo. Isn't it pathetic? A glassy-eyed drunk. He's in rehab now. He might get his drinking addiction under control, but how about his hatred of Jews? WWJD?

Burnt orange woven purse

Purse from my sister 

Tasty treat

It's ungodly hot/humid out today, so I wanted to share a tasty tidbit. This stuff is wonderful. It's fat free and only has 120 calories per 1/2 cup. It's less caloric than frozen yogurt! It tastes like real mangoes which is a plus.  

Oy

For our anniversary Friday night BP and I went to a nice restaurant. LP went out to eat with a few of his friends then went over to Eric’s house.

After dinner BP and I were driving to this ciggie place to get smokes for BP. We went driving down a one-way street and about two blocks ahead we saw a moped with two kids on it coming towards is. On a one-way street mind you. I was driving and said, “What the hey!!??” As we came closer the two kids on the wobbly moped were none other than my own precious LP and Eric hanging onto the back!. I saw LP mouth the words, “OH SHIT! IT’S MY MOM!”

I hate mopeds. In this town moped drivers/riders are supposed to wear helmets. Neither LP or Eric had one on. I honked the horn indicating to him to pull over, but he cut down a side street. I knew they were going home to Eric’s house, so I drove over there and sure as the world—there they were. I took him home with us and he kept staying “Wha?? I don’t understand why you guys are so mad!”

What about: 1. You’re not supposed to even be on a moped, 2. You didn’t have a helmet on, 3. You were driving down a one-way street the wrong way, and 4. You didn’t stop when I honked and indicated for you to stop.

Oy. Oy. Oy.

Anyway---
So yesterday while BP was working on his truck, LP and I met my Lexus sister, my mom, and my eldest sister and her 13 year-old daughter Erica for lunch. Afterwards we drop off Mom at Lexus’ and then the rest of us went shopping. Erica got some very cute tops for school. Her school has a dress code that the shirts have to be collared, no belly shirts, no denim--just khaki or navy pants. Within those constraints we bought her some cute tops.
Lexus bought me a few dress pants and then let me go shopping in her closet for some shirts! Some of these things still had the tags on them. So I came home with about six blouses suitable for work. She also gave me another purse. It’s a big woven burnt orange bag she’d gotten at Harrod’s last year. (pic to come later) When I got it home it even had a ten pence coin in it. Woohoo