I was going to cut the grass, only as it turned out, I couldn’t. I was on the injured list. (Ow! Ow! Owwie, ow, ow!) Like cutting the grass is so hard. It is a little risky seeing how there’s the whole machine just to make a blade spin really fast. But this is right there where the grass is and as long as you don’t stick anything vital in under the deck, you’re Jake. And since I didn’t stick anything vital in under the deck of my mower, I am pretty much Jake.
See, it wasn’t the lawn mower that got me. It was my back door. All I had to do was go out the back door. Simple enough, I do it most every day. Open the door, slide the screen door out of the way and you walk through. Piece of cake.
The main door opened fine, but the screen door stuck in it’s track. I walked right through the screen door.
I think I strained myself.
-Rue.
Uh… You want some more non-sieve related stuff?
Friday for lunch I had green eggs and Spam. Soupo asked “Dad, can we have green eggs and Spam for lunch?” And I said “Yes.”
So I got out a can of Spam (Spam supplies are getting low, good thing I got grocery shopping this week.) and some eggs and the green food coloring. Slice up the Spam and put it in the pan to fry up a little and mix the eggs for scrambled eggs. (Sam-I-Am made sunny side up green eggs, but he’s just pretend. His ham was also green, but there’s only so much you can do with food coloring.) Add a bunch of green to the eggs and when the Spam is ready, scramble the eggs. We also had toast.
-Rue. (done this time)
Ya know, I’m almost 50 years old and I’ve never eaten Spam. It always struck me as the ultimate mystery meat. Dunno if I could make myself try it. Yeah, I’m a bit of a fussy eater.
Dunno if I could eat green eggs either. I like eggs. I had a hard-boiled egg in a pita for breakfast this morning. I know that food coloring doesn’t affect flavor or texture. But the whole visual thing is a pretty important aspect to the eating experience. Fussy, like I said.
But I like toast. So, Rue, if I should drop over one day, you know you can offer me toast with reasonable confidence. Not that I’d be tacky enough to just drop in at lunch time uninvited. That would just be classless. Ya know, something that welby or swampy would do!
Green eggs and spam. shudder Well, the green eggs part doesn’t bother me but shudder spam. shudderEEW! EEW! ICK! What a thing to read about first thing Monday morning.
Speaking of Green, though, I was in Greenville, MS last work, for work. They have riverboat casinos there. I didn’t go to one, cause I was working and gambling ain’t my thing, but I did see ‘em. They’re right there by the levee. So, in case any of y’all ever go to Greenville, MS, now y’all will know where the casinos are cause I told y’all where they are. It’s real easy. Just follow the sign that says to downtown and stay on the road til you run out of road at the levee. Then, drive up the levee and there the boats are! I ate at a restaurant down by the levee Wednesday night. It was good. I had a ribeye steak. I also had a fried catfish sammich. YUMM! was it ever good. It was so good (I had it Wednesday at lunch) that I had to go back on Friday and get another one. It’s a fried catfish filet and slaw on a toasted bun. I also had fries and a large diet coke both times. I ate breakfast at Shoney’s three mornings and had some really good beef tenerloin for dinner on another night. The rest of the time I ate at either Wendy’s or McDonald’s. It’s a long way from here to Greenville, MS, about 1350 miles, round trip. I left last Monday and actually drove over to west Alabama to see a friend and spend the night. Tuesday I went over to Greenville. I worked Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Then I left on Friday and drove back to west Alabama and spent the night again. Saturday I came back home and cut grass. I didn’t hurt myself going out the back door though. I’m not Rue-like that way. BTW Rue I’m sorry about the mean ol’ screen door attacking you. Hope you get all better soon. Did you make Soupo and Katcha cut the grass? Never to young to learn I say.
Oh, and FairyChatMom I didn’t get you a tshirt. I didn’t see any but I did see bumper stickers everywhere that said “I Believe In Greenville.” Somehow, I didn’t think that’d be the same as a tshirt so I didn’t get you a bumper sticker either. But, I did think about you so that oughta count for something.
Everybody else, Hey Y’all! I missed all my MMP buds last week. I really did.
I was tricked into eating Spam a few months ago … I’m from New Jersey, where Taylor ham is quite popular (pork roll for the rest of you heathens ), and at a party recently, I was munching away on a nice little tray of cheese and taylor ham … and about four hours later, I was informed it was, indeed, Spam that I had eaten.
I think if I had known it was Spam at the time, I wouldn’t have enjoyed it, but it was definitely quite tasty.
I’d never do something as tacky as demanding a gift from someone… since a true friend would give a gift spontaneously
Welcome back, swampy! I can’t speak for anyone else, but I missed ya last week!
Boy Fairy Chat Mom, you seem to be on a whole “tacky this tacky that” kick this week. Frankly, I find it tacky.
Rue, I’m sorry to hear you strained yourself. If you sift through your emotions and separate the good from the bad you’ll find that everything looks better through the filter of green eggs and Spam. Not that I’d ever eat it. That’d be tacky.
I haven’t had Spam in a while; I think there’s a can lurking somewhere in the cabinet, but since my wife can’t stand it I’d have to eat the whole can myself if I opened it, which is probably why there’s still a can in there. There’s a lot of that kind of stuff in the cabinet, actually; canned salmon, several jars of mincemeat, canned straw mushrooms, and I think there’s even a can of shark fin soup. All stuff that I bought for myself that my wife doesn’t like. Every so often when I’m cooking I’ll fix separate meals so we each get something we like but the other doesn’t. Of course, that’s a little more work so I don’t do it real often.
On the subject of strangely colored food, I’ve had green mashed potatoes (on St. Patrick’s Day, of course). Once my sister managed to make mashed potatoes that had a bluish tinge to them, but I don’t think there was food coloring involved.
Eeew spam?! And you inflict this on your poor children?! Eeeew.
I would not eat it sam I am… I would not eat your yucky spam! I would be tacky and turn my nose up at the spam and wander down to see what kind of pizza I could find!
Our dog went through our screen door last summer. Over the winter the slider disintegrated completely from the swelling/shrinking and us having to chip ice from the track so we have a Jake new door and screen combo
Hubby mowed the lawn this weekend. I’m on the pregnancy exemption list!
When I was a little girl my Nana would get carnations and we would put food coloring in the water and watch the carnations change color. I thought that was a great game and can’t wait to show my daughter the trick!
Oh and you can get an airbrush for food coloring so you can make sunny side up green eggs. Just in case you were wondering…
I’ve been to Greenville, MS. Really - I spent three days there once investigating…er, an employee. Really. It was a fun time. I think I’ve been to that restaurant you’re talking about, but I don’t remember the name at all. I stayed at a comfort inn or a hampton inn right near the levee. Of course, it wasn’t such a drive for me, since I was living in Jackson at the time. Then I moved to Georgia and then to Tennessee, so I don’t go to Greenville anymore, unless it’s Greeneville, TN, but that’s a different town.
Oh, and I’ve never managed to injure myself with a screen door. And I don’t mow the grass, but that’s because I live in an apartment.
Aw, c’mon, welby - I just said tacky twice. Altho it’s a fun word to say: tacky tacky tacky tacky tacky - it’s impossible to say that without bobbing your head back and forth. Try it - you’ll see!
I do not understand the anti-Spam (the meat) sentiment. It’s quite perplexing. Little cans (and I get the baby cans of Spam since, like LurkMeister, I have to eat all the Spam at one go and the regular sized can is a bit much) of ham. Like those other canned hams, only in a smaller can.
I’ve noticed lately there’s even less Spam-niotic fluid (the jelly-like stuff that surrounds and protects the Spam in the can) in there. Maybe that means they’ve re-formulated Spam to be healthier. But I wouldn’t count on it. There is low sodium Spam or some such. I don’t get that. I also don’t get Spam knock-offs like Treat. I can just be That Way.
The Little Woman won’t eat Spam. But then, there’s a lot of things she won’t eat. (I almost wrote “won’t put in her mouth” rather than “won’t eat” but I knew someone would make something out of that, so I didn’t.)
-Rue. (cautious)
Under normal circumstances, I would be rushing to Welby’s defense right about here, but since he has used me and thrown me aside so cruelly, I think I’ll join you, FairyChatMom:
Autumn walked through our screen door once, Rue. It was dusk, and the sliding glass door was open, and she simply didn’t see it and walked right through it. It was much harder to keep the goats and chickens out of the house without it.
In fact, one of the goats got in and ate one of my mother’s poisonous plants. I don’t mean to imply that my mother was growing poisonous plants (nor will I speculate as to what may or may not have run through her mind on any given day, considering what she had to deal with), but she has quite the green thumb, so there are plants all over the house. And a lot of house plants are really dangerous if ingested. The goat ended up ok, but was frothing and seizing and scared us for a little while there.
I like eggs just fine, mostly, but when we had chickens, and I knew the eggs were fertile…well, it gave me pause. There was a while there when I could only eat them scrambled, because I couldn’t stand the taste of the yolk. And, because we had chickens, we ate a lot of eggs. I was lucky enough not to ever stumble over one that was partially developed, or I probably couldn’t eat eggs at all. You had to crack the eggs into a dish before you put them in the pan or another bowl, to make sure there wasn’t anything but egg in the egg, if you know what I mean. I still can’t stand runny yolks. Bleah.
We used to do that, too, tanookie, but we used daffodils instead of carnations. The white daffodils work well, but even the yellow ones will do it, especially if you want to mix colors. You know, add red to a yellow daffodil to get orange. Lots of fun!
Would this be a bad time to admit that I’ve been known to eat Spam salad sandwiches? All you do is dice the Spam really fine, mix in some mayonaisse and onions, and slap it on some bread with a couple of leaves of lettuce. It’s also pretty good stuffed into those pita things. Clogs those arteries right up.
Welcome back, Angel Pants. I really could have used some help last week. I was rusty. And a boob. According to Rue.
Ex - (signing this thing to see how he likes signing things)
Speaking of going thru doors - when we first got our dalmatian and brought her home, once we got her in the house and took off the leash, she headed for the first daylight she saw. It was the sliding glass door to the deck. The door was closed. Poor puppy.
), and at a party recently, I was munching away on a nice little tray of cheese and taylor ham … and about four hours later, I was informed it was, indeed, Spam that I had eaten.