This is why I suggested checking to see if a local restaurant makes them. Don’t get them from a chain restaurant, if you can avoid it. Get them from a Mom and Pop place.
Sounds like SOMEONE stands to get a discount on her treatment for every new patient she recruits…
Thanks guys, it looks like the wedding is back on 
Cheez-Whia has it right. Bill didn’t know about Tamale Ladies because he’s and evil Oil Guy, so tossed health department permits out there as a WAG. I always get my tamale’s from Car and Bike guys. I didn’t put the 2 things together until I read this post. After reading your advice, I called one of my new road brothers and he said he could put an order in for a dozen chili and a dozen beef for me.
Its fun to teach Bill new things, thank you
If the underlined is true, your coworkers are more sensitive than mine. I don’t go to Christmas meals partly because they tend to begin at a time at which I’m already in bed, partly because of too many people who can’t take “I don’t drink” for an answer. I or my brothers have had celiac coworkers (and dinner at a pizza place), celiac friends (and people proposing and getting loudly told off, to have dinner at a place specializing in flour-battered fritos), “oh yes there’s a vegetarian option” which involved egg, tuna and ham…
I have no idea why do so many people find something as basic as dietary needs so incomprehensible, but they do.
Mechanical filters. You need to have all the right words. And some of the humans are as bad, I’ve had someone tell me that a “quality lab manager” was not qualified to be a “quality lab supervisor”.
Glares at my last post and promises to never use my phone to post again. You folks might forgive me, but I certainly won’t.
Boggette, you are probably the sort of person who doesn’t talk about being an alkie to everyone. Not to mention that 18 years is long enough for those who don’t understand the pull of an addiction is so sudective.
Maybe offer offer up a different place next year because they have the most awesome deep fried tweenkies, or the nicest restrooms, or great parking or something?
Hey! Oil guys aren’t evil here! That’s them treehuggers in Aspen and Boulder! 
Can you email or FB stalk them to ask for their postal addresses? Subtly drop in that your MIL wouldn’t given them to you as an extra bonus 
Well bitched, and well done!
Yup. I’ve had a grand total of two ideas for pressies for my new SO who seems to be quite insistent on the whole gift thing, and they’re both out of stock.
(since I know you’re reading this dear, you’re getting socks now. Hope you like them) 
If she’s having gastric bypass, I’m guessing going to the gym didn’t work out for her? And I think it’s time to downgrade her from acquaintance - possibly a good set of stories about gastric surgery gone wrong should do it
Everyone in this gods-forsaken shithole county drives like an asshole. Every schmuck motherfucker seems to have their headlights turned up to supernova levels of brightness. Some tweaking freaks out here in Indiana have the most expensive headlights money can buy, and they are probably going to waste.
I went out tonight and was twice blinded by some asshole in Navigator or Expedition type vehicle. Your headlights are so bright you can tell my bra cup size underneath my wool coat.
Every tiny-dick-dogfucking moron was out tonight driving like shit. I fucking love holiday shopping! And I get to go out twice more and do it all again!! YAY!
Just watched UHF Monday (one of very few interesting-looking selections On-Demand had).
This is a rant at myself for putting off calling a friend.
If you have a friend you haven’t called in a while, and you’ve been thinking you really need to check in and say hi, do it.
I just found out that a friend of mine, Zan, died suddenly on Monday. I don’t know how or why, she was 55. I got a phone message from her daughter who I never talk to unless its while I’m with Zan, and it was a terse, “Hi this is Megan Zan’s daughter please call me”. I thought actually that it might be about her Grandad, Zan’s Dad, who’s a pistol but no spring chicken. Something was niggling at me this morning so I googled her name and saw an obituary listing 
It’s hit me surprisingly hard. She was a nutty, kind, funny lady who loved animals, worked hard as a nurse advocate for disabled people, and was one of my first friends when we moved here. I almost bought her barn when we first moved here, boarded and and worked there for a bit til she sold it and moved to Atlanta.
Goodbye Zan. I will forever regret putting off calling you.
saje, I’m very, very sorry for your loss.
I hate those people. One of the gifts my mother gave me is horrible night vision, so I’m blinded by these idiots for several minutes after they’re gone. A trick I’ve learned is to look at the white line on your side of the road until they pass so you’re not completely dazzled.
Thanks Missy2U. It really is a shocker. She was 4 years older than me - I’m staring mortality in the face today.
SpazCat, I do that too, and I blink a lot and hold the blink just a titch longer than normal. Seems to help a bit. Or I’ll close my left eye and turn my head slightly and look at the right side of the road until the obnoxious lights are past. Then at least one eye is not dazzled. (And no I’m not driving with both eyes closed!)
Mom’ s coming for a visit. It was my husband’s idea, this is after she accused him of sneaking around her financials 25 years ago! Something he would never have done. It kind of puts a strain on visits.
I’m sorry too, saje. Thanks for sharing her with us.
One of my best friends texted: “Feeling funny. Checking into hospital.”
I (unhelpfully) said that my money was on heartburn, but to let me know when he got there.
He walked into the ER and they said “Sounds like you’ve been having cardiac incidents, a mild heart attack. When was your last one?” “Ummm, just now, walking in the door.” “Ooh-kay, we’re going to get you a room and get you hooked up to a monitor.” When I visited, he’d already met with a cardiologist and had an echo and an ultrasound. Man…he’s mid-40s and a soccer player. Quite a shock.
That was yesterday. He’s having bypass surgery as we ‘speak’.
Glad he got checked in and then, checked thoroughly out! ETA: hope the bypass goes smoothly.
Does anyone else think New York’s NPR station is boring as shit? Hell, I pit all radio stations in Central Jersey, because they suck.
I just made an incredibly stupid mistake while driving and nearly caused an accident. Thank God the other driver was paying attention. Now I have that chilled-blood anxiety feeling and I feel horrible for the other driver because I would have scared the hell out of them. Fuck me, I wish I could apologize. 
Thanks, All. I was wondering if I was just being picky/critical.
As it was, I got lucky. Whatever step they were doing in the brewing process that day did not have that amazing stench. The food sucked, though, which always makes me wonder why they choose that place. I guess the brews are that good.
Everyone here knows I’m an alkie. Anyone who knows me knows, as I’ve never hidden it and talk openly with anyone who wants to know about it. I’ve had many people find out, then ask me for advice, either for friends/family members or for themselves. Right from the beginning I decided not (for me, personally - to each his/her own) to keep it to myself because in quitting, I did the right thing. Any company that doesn’t want me because I did the right thing isn’t a company I need to work for. I’ve been lucky and supported by nearly all my jobs in the past, too. Ah, the stories I could tell…
I did end up talking to those who chose the venue and teased them mercilessly about their choice. The blush I got out of my boss when I made the diabetic crack was classic. I should be able to get some major mileage outta this one now. 
I’m betting they won’t choose there again. They’ll probably force ME to pick next time. Serve me right for opening my mouth. snerk