I don’t know where to file these posts.
I give to charity:
I support other non-profits too:
And you know, I give what I can, but it’s not a ton. I just feel like they’re using up the little money I do give them on postage to send me letters asking for more money.
My friend, Melinda, is awesome for many, many reasons. One of which is that she introduced me to CrossFit. Another is that she’s hilarious. And a third (this list is not exclusive) is that she will often take a picture of the dinner she has made and post it on Facebook. It’s always something like braised lamb shank with balsamic marinade and poached leeks.
Or something, I don’t know. I just made that up. I don’t know what you marinate lamb in, and I’m not sure what a leek is. Or if you poach them.
The point is, it always looks and sounds yummy. It makes me hungry and jealous.
Jealous because, as I’ve mentioned, I don’t really know how to cook. I tried with my CSA produce, and you know, I was going to the farmers’ market regularly there for a while. But I’m sort of willful; I don’t like to follow recipes. I just want to be able to throw things together, deliciously.
That keeps not working out for me.
I bought a ham at the farmers’ market. It was like a frickin’ salt-lick. So I mixed it with some frozen lima beans. That tasted like crap, so I chopped up some fresh Chapel Hill mozzarella.
At my school, before Thanksgiving, we had a Stone Soup assembly. A day before, each grade level brought an ingredient (carrots, potatoes, onions, garlic, celery, broth, and seasonings), and students and parents chopped and prepared and threw everything into crock pots. It was delightful! I thought, I can do that, so I went to the grocery store and bought all the stuff and
On the rare day that I do manage to make something remotely edible, like my London broil with roasted vegetables, it’s never visually appealing.
I can saute a shrimp in butter. So I do that occasionally, but when I shred some zucchini and toss it in, it comes out all mushy.
One time, I made delicious home fries with onions and red peppers!
And then I thought, “I can’t eat that many potatoes by myself. I’ll make a tortilla de patata!”
So I tossed in four or five scrambled eggs and cooked it until it was leather. Completely inedible. I didn’t even feed it to the dogs. That’s how bad it was.
Alas, I’m not sure I’m meant for this “cooking” thing.
I made a Facebook fan page so y’all can Like me.
Oh, it’s on now!
How I like bananas:
You probably can’t tell from looking at
but when I pull
off my nose, it looks like
Aren’t you glad you visited my blog today?
I want to add a “Favorite Posts” or “Best Posts” or “Top Ten” box in the sidebar. Anybody have a post they really liked and think should go in it?
What is it, 47 million people in this country that don’t have health insurance? That sucks.
You know what else sucks? Being one of the ones that does and still getting screwed by the health “care” system.
I have a friend who doesn’t quite blow her knee out, but messes it up pretty good training for a marathon. At the orthopedist, the insurance billing lady gasps, “Your health insurance plan makes you pay 40% of all specialist charges?!” You know when the billing person, who sees every conceivable plan, is aghast, your health plan is crap.
So, anyway, at the orthopedist, she bends over, if you know what I mean.
At the physical therapist, totally rogered.
Then she goes home and waits on hold for AN HOUR AND A HALF with BlueCross/BlueShield, and they tell her, just kidding, you pay 40% after you’ve met your FIVE-THOUSAND-DOLLAR deductible. Up until then, you pay 100%. That’s 700 bucks to the ortho, and 500 to the PT. Squeal, pig.
But the good news, they tell her, is, “preventive care” is covered in full, so that colonoscopy her doctor keeps saying she needs because her dad got colon cancer at 48, the one she’s been wanting to put off: gratis.
How many ways can my friend take it up the ass from the health care industry?
Lots, apparently.
