Thanks. I discovered Gabriella Quevedo a few years ago during Covid isolation. She's an Argentine Swede and she plays the guitar very nicely.
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Thanks. I discovered Gabriella Quevedo a few years ago during Covid isolation. She's an Argentine Swede and she plays the guitar very nicely.
If you boil hotdogs you are a war criminal. I can't feel more strongly about this.
Nope. First someone's got to tell me what's in them before I get worked up about how they're cooked.
Scavenger Hunt: $100.00 first prize paid by yours truly. I want a picture from a convenience store north of the M-D line of a jar of pickled pigs feet on the counter by the cash register. $200 if it's from Connecticut.
Thought you were pumping gas with Goober.
Seriously, my grandfather quit school when he was nine to work in the mills in the High Point area. Told them he was twelve (minimum age in 1914). Wore a tie to look older. Had to. His mother had died along with a little brother and the four remaining kids were taken in by their very young aunt and uncle. They had to work to help support them all. His father took various other mill jobs around the state and left them behind. Different work ethic back then.
It was obvious that souse meat and the stuff next to it (fatty cubes) like C-Loaf had their adherents, there was quite a lot of it.
I would say that a Yankee relative, found primarily in Eastern Pennsylvania and Delaware is scrapple, which I happen to like quite a bit. Suspect it may not be cardiologist approved, though...
We MADE souse meat on the farm where I was a kid (also in western NC - Gaston County). And what you call liver pudding, we called liver mush. Made that too. When it was time to “process” a hog, neighbors and relatives pitched in, and got some meat as a reward. All our “processed” meat was put in a salt bin in our “smoke house”. I think I have posted on here before that I will not eat chitlings, because I’ve seen it processed and cleaned.
I had to throw in another Gabriella Queveda offering.
Bread - If
Why do I like to punish myself with spicy food? I like it hot. Hurts so good!
So, I try to avoid certain subjects, so will only say this. The gentleman from Memphis is an orator, the quality of which I haven't heard in decades.
They killed a pretty good orator there once. Sorry it’s just that I find today’s news. Very depressing. Too bad we have to steer clear of the topic I would be interested in hearing opinions of people here on where folks think this is all going to wind up. Court doesn’t seem as likely as it did back in the civil rights era.
I'm uncertain why people send me things in the mail. Don't they realize it is just going to collect dust for a few months before it gets thrown out?
I deserved that
What is the national meat of Hawaii, SPAM, made of? I enjoy it, but never bothered to check.
You didn't ask for it, but here's a SPAM Documentary anyway.
Ironically developed to spur sales of pork shoulder which as we know is a cut often used for barbecue.
We're knights of the round table
We dance when e're we're able
We do routines and chorus scenes
With footwork impecc-able
We dine well here in Camelot
We eat ham and jam and spam alot
I’ll get in trouble for that.
My daughter just flew into town and my ex drove in today as well. I'm just getting off a plane and we are all going to dinner. We get along so incredibly well. She has a serious boyfriend and I have a serious girlfriend. That dude is tall and has hair. I'm not crazy about that but it's okay.
Hayride to Easter bunny hollow.
I’m looking forward to trying and comparing vegemite and marmite on an upcoming trip. The rest of the family is much less enthused.
Easter dinner marinating.
The bundabunny has hopped all around and hidden his eggs and baskets. Time to unleash chaos.
Happy Easter to those who celebrate.
Shout out to my daughter, a Quinnipiac University grad, who is celebrating the school's first NCAA championship in men's ice hockey, beating Minn in OT last night
Mary had a little lamb. With mint jelly and rosemary potatoes.
So much ham.
An 85 year old veered into my yard and crashed into my steel and concrete mailbox at 7 am. How’s your morning?
He’s okay, shaken up and embarrassed. He was driving his granddaughter to school. Hit his son in laws mailbox on the way out of the driveway then veered into our yard. Not sure what was up. He seemed cogent but scary because we have young children who play in the yard.
Had to use a truck to get it out of an absolute wad of concrete.
Today, a 7th grader returned from Spring Break to tell me, "Y'know, I think Colorado is mostly a pretty flat and boring state."
Lloyd Christmas over here, amirite? :rolleyes:
New mailbox in
If the family regularly relies on Grandpa to drive his granddaughter to school, they will not be having that discussion tonight. Children have as hard a time accepting new limits in their parents' abilities as the parents do. Let's hope either a son-in-law or a daughter-in-law is willing to be the bad guy.
After a particularly scary drive by my dad getting my mom home from a local shopping trip, my mom (who never learned to drive) simply told my dad to hand over the car keys. He also knew it was time and obliged. He never drove again. They had a support group of children and grandchildren who happily became their chauffeurs.
On another note, the previous owners buried their mailbox in a stupid amount of concrete and I’m busted from sledgehammering it. Seriously, could not lift the base until we reduced it by half. And then it took 2 of us to get in the truck.
Who drops 500 pounds of concrete for a mailbox? The UPS dude rolled up while we were at and laughed, “seems excessive for a mailbox “ he said.
WTH?!?!
There is (was?) a place in KC where you could get tested for driving. They tested eyesight, hearing, reflexes, and cognitive ability. Then, God bless them, they take the person driving. They then recommend whether they continue driving or not. It was covered by insurance plus $150 (probably more now) "combat pay". Recommendation is not binding by the state but it does make them the bad guy instead of the family.
Pretty close. They’d had their mailbox knocked down several times so I think they were trying to make it extra sturdy but I found out today you’re actually supposed to keep it basic so cars are okay if they hit it. Bend don’t break, ya know.
When I wake out and saw our box down and our neighbors’, I definitely thought it was the work of teenagers though
Back to Vegas. Just a garbage city.
No one has run into my mailbox so far today.
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At least he missed the mailbox.
No, two hours before our opening NCAA game.
Mom had just bought the car two days prior; q6 year old son snuck out with it and wanted to see how fast it could go. Apparently, it can go faster than it can take the bend before my yard.
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Lucky he glanced off the telephone pole and spun, as opposed to hitting the pole or a tree or the wall head-on.
My wife is an occupational therapist, and she regularly performs driving assessments on aging patients. She is as good as anyone probably could be at delivering some compassionate, but difficult truths. We were just talking the other day about how those evaluations 1) should be required for anyone over the age of 75 who's renewing a driver's license, and 2) should include a social worker's input as needed. It's such a tough set of facts and feelings to sort through, but it's also an immensely important issue with regard to road safety for everyone.
I have a meeting in an hour of a new global network in my industry. Makes me feel kind of like a character in Succession, only without the profanity or the helicopters. Or the money. Or the drugs. Or the backstabbing.
I don’t think you have to worry. The news stories I read involved people using steel or concrete for the post and/or box. Having 500lb of concrete foundation isn’t going to add much resistance to a wooden post against a car. It would be a different story if you had a steel bollard stick out of it.
In the early days of the pandemic I was called into a meeting of the FDA with Stephen Hahn. It was a group of device manufacturers and the FDA to figure out ways to get ventilators when and where we needed them in the US and I was representing neonatal concerns. In the early days we had no idea how babies would be affected (turns out not severely). He actually told everyone to shut up so I could make a point during the meeting. That was cool.
When we bought our house 33 years ago we eschewed the notion of a mailbox and all that it can entail: vandalism, theft, tired snow plow drivers, etc...instead we grab out mail at the post office...rural mailbox can be a huge pain in the butt.
(I was in town hall a month ago and some guy came in and dumped his fractured mailbox and post next to the desk of the highway foreman, message delivered).
Post office employers walk their routes in my neighborhood. They come up on my porch and put my mail in a basket by the front door. We have a mail slot but it's easier for them to put stuff in the basket, so, we do it that way.
OUr USPS service sucks. Half the time mail is delivered to the wrong mailbox and you are relying on someone else to do the honest thing and stick it in the correct box or put it back with the flag up. Nothing but attitude at the post office. I am convinced that many Fridays, they do not bother delivering.
And don't even get me started on trying to have your mail held. They are useless.
I wish our teeth were flaccid and only got hard when we ate.
That HOA is not the same. The ball field is still kept in pretty good shape and there is the annual Spring Flea Market next month, but they do nothing about bad behavior in the neighborhood and they no longer do the Christmas Parades. Sad. Our old stomping ground just ain't the same.
Boyo, yesterday was a weird one around here.
Need more sleep.
My son and I have started lifting weights again and I am particularly ravenous right now. I went to eat Korean barbecue last night and I ordered the meal for two to three people which comes with 32 oz of meat. I ate all of it. Plus a side of Korean cheesy corn, kimchi and a salad. I wasn't all that full afterwards which is weird. But my assumption is I'm probably going to poop out an entire animal later. It might have fur and horns. I'm pretty excited.
This one did not.
https://www.courtnewsohio.gov/cases/...124/201057.asp
This one (from Durham County) was settled out of court.
https://www.wral.com/news/local/story/166772/
my new underwear appear to be lost within the post office.
Must be underpants gnomes.
Just wanted to announce that I will not be bidding to buy the Commanders.
Heading to Duke today!
Going to France next week, so I decided to upgrade my u-trou, and yes, I'm aware of surveys that note French dudes don't change theirs too often:https://www.connexionfrance.com/arti...iest-in-Europe
(twice per week for guys if you don't want to check out the story).
So the good folks at Jockey dispatch a six pack to me, the interwebs indicate they showed up at the P.O. Monday afternoon, but on Tuesday I didn't have a package slip in my box, so I called. Nope, nope, nothing for you I was told, but I gave them the tracking number and after much tossing of boxes and shuffling of chairs they were "discovered" nesting in a corner.
The new blue jeans made it quickly from Ohio to Middletown, Ct where they seemingly have etherized...
Cheerful updates upon request.
I do have a fond workplace tale regarding Franco hygiene, available upon request, a trauma from 40 years ago.
Ewwww!!!
I spend a semester in France and traveled several other countries. I would vote for France being the stinkiest, but maybe that's b/c I spent more time there. Up close, on buses, in classrooms, youth hostels, etc. The bidet and general bathing does you no good if you're not changing your drawers! I do remember that washing clothes is expensive, so if they did not wear deodorant or bathe or wash their clothes, it added up to stinkiness.
Free Bird!
Important underwear update (and thanks to all of you who have helped support me through this difficult time with your kind thoughts). I went to the post office moments ago, and they managed to re-lose them. I did point out that they had been "found" yesterday afternoon, but someone chose to re-hide them over the last 24 hours, made somewhat easier when someone at the P.O. chose to cross off the correct box number on the package and insert an incorrect one. But I made my stand at the window and eventually they were coughed up.
The blue jeans are still resting in Middletown, CT, quite possibly having fallen off the truck.
Darn. Changing my mind about Vegas. The Strip is still absolute garbage. But I have worked at 2 hospitals in the Centennial area and loved the people. Now it is chain restaurant hell. But found 2 breweries with great food.
Thunderstorms in Durham this morning. Hope it clears up soon. I can’t believe how much new apartment complexes have been built around campus.
And Hazel’s
...and Magnolia Grill. Still the site of probably the single best meal I ever ate.
Lesson learned for the day: Do not play Ricky Skaggs on the smartphone while power-walking, I just do not have the breath-power to satisfy my compulsion to sing along (I don't have the voice either, for that matter, but that don't bother me none).
While we're at it, RIP Satisfaction. Good pizza, underrated sandwiches, and a cool space. I enjoyed many a Saturday or Sunday there (quite a few other days of the week too, for that matter) watching various sprotsball on the big screens and just partaking of the convivial atmosphere there.
Please eat at Juju in Durham. It is excellent.
I miss the Armadillo Grill and the Hideaway. Used to be some dirty on campus.
The pudding fingers add exists. Open it!
The beep of the dying fire alarm battery mixed in nicely with the crashes of thunder mere feet from the house.
Great. Finger pudding v. well-done steaks. At least one has to lose.
Another Saturday in the quiz bowl trenches.
“… Oh, bring us some finger pudding
Oh, bring us some finger pudding
Oh, bring us some finger pudding
And bring it right here!”
The next eighteen months:
https://youtu.be/qRxwBb7ev1Y
speaking of cops, should be fun getting to Frants just as some big time protests get rolling...those guys do insurrection well, lots of practice...regardless of what happens, I'll be the guy in the fresh underwear.
We did not bring our best selves to today’s proceedings.
The junior high wheel keeps turning. :rolleyes:
Played basketball and got yelled at for not shooting enough. I like that.
Outside in the sun all day working on/learning about Pontiac Tri-power carburetors. Early version('57-'58) with small carbs for those keeping score.