It’s two weeks after my tonsillectomy and I still can’t eat something as firm as overcooked pasta. I’m getting so very tired of sorbet, Jello, and cream soup.
I am really fucking tired of making Butternut Squash soup. Yeah, it’s delicious and low in calories. Yeah, I made a good ass soup. But you know what?
IT’S A PAIN IN THE ASS. Roast it in the oven, peel it, chop up vegetables, transfer it to the blender. The whole mess takes at least two hours, five if I’m making stock from scratch, and takes up all the room in my dishwasher. I swear, this is the last time I make it ever again.
Until next winter, when the craving strikes.
sigh.
Ooh, I haven’t gotten to play in one of these before. Let’s see, things that ticked me off recently…
What the fuck, awesome guy I met online? We talked until after 4 AM after I contacted you, and about all kinds of fascinating things I rarely ever get to talk about. You were well spoken, sweet as anything, and obviously interested in at least being friends. We spoke for hours again the next time, and then after that you blocked me and didn’t respond to my e-mail in which I apologized for whatever I’d done despite having not the faintest clue what that might have been. Why? I can’t ask you, but I really wonder what the hell happened.
Snow and -30 and below tempatures need to die, please. I have to find a new job after getting laid off, and as I can`t drive this means having to stand out in the freezing cold in jeans and runners waiting for buses and traipsing around in snow deep enough to reach my ankles or higher if there’s no well-trodden path for me to weave through. I am a wuss, which leads to me not going out to freeze as I do have the leeway to put it off until it’s less shitty out. You’re supposed to warm up soon. Do so.
Kidney stones deserve a fate worse than anything I can conceive of for causing my dad to be in and out of the hospital until he had no other choice but to go back to work because he wasn’t going to be covered for any more time off, and then getting my grandfather going to the hospital in the aforementioned shitty weather and leaving me terrified because it`s after 10 PM, he isn’t home, and the hospital says they have nobody by his name there. Everything was okay in the end, but you still made me worry half to death about 2/3 of my close family.
And to end on a lighter note, I scold myself for being so incredibly awkward. It’s been over a year since I last dated because I manage to make myself look like a complete dork every time I talk to someone cute. I have a tenative date set up for the end of the month, with a really interesting and fun to talk to girl, and I can’t help but worry that somehow, some way, I’m going to screw it up again. Damn you, social interaction,why must you elude me so? :mad:
Just a WAG, but maybe his girlfriend knows his password and blocked you. And maybe even deleted your email. I’m not sure if sending a second blandly-titled email from another address puts you into stalker territory, but it might be worth thinking about if you reread the previous conversation and still can’t figure out what went wrong.
And, Influential Panda? Can you put a tupperware of the soup in the freezer for next time? Or does it not last that long?
You must have been in Saskatchewan - no one else in Canada seems to call them bunnyhugs. I still do.
Yeah, I’m not sure how long this one is going to last. I’m trying to stay there until we get into a new house next year; must remember to not let micro-management bug me. I get paid by the hour - if she wants to spend the hours babysitting someone with 14 years experience, hey, that’s her problem.
Alice, that is such a bullshit game. Not uncommon, but still bullshit. I’d be updating my resume, too.
No, I don’t think that would have been the case…I mean, even if he had a girlfriend she’d have to be a pretty psycho-jealous bitch since we weren’t flirting at all and he lives in another province. And I know it wouldn’t have been that she blocked my e-mail address even if that were the case because we met on a dating site that works by PMs and that’s what I sent him. It shows when a message has been read, so I know he did see it and chose not to respond with even the slightest explaination. I could easily live with “I’m not interested in a relationship” because hell, he was a cool person no matter what. I just hate not getting any sort of answer, you know?
How am I ever supposed to figure out what the hell I do wrong if people just stop talking to me without any explaination? It’s not like I said I sacrifice babies to the full moon or anything…
Far as I’ve ever been able to tell from reviewing conversations, everything was perfectly fine.
It probably has nothing at all to do with you - he might have started dating someone and was very early in the relationship and still doing the online thing at the same time, and the other relationship just started going really well and he went exclusive with it (I would say odds are actually pretty good that’s what happened).
I rented “Spirited Away”, the animated Japanese movie I’ve heard so much about from the library yesterday - it was in the new section, which means they haven’t had it very long, and it’s already scratched to shit. Goddamn it, people, how hard is it to treat dvds properly? You pick them up by the middle hole and the edges, you carry them by the middle and the edges, and you don’t put them anywhere except in the case or in your machine. It’s not YOUR dvd - it’s for everyone in Calgary who wants to see that movie. You can use your own dvds for coasters for all I care; just treat the library dvds (and cds) with enough care that they don’t get so scratched no one else can use them. Parents, if you got this dvd for your kids, play it for them - don’t allow them to mess with it themselves if they might scratch it, because IT ISN’T YOURS (I can see the little fingerprints on the dvd, and I suspect this is what happened).
Hmm, well even if that was the case, why drop out of contact entirely? It wasn’t like we were even close to planning to meet up or anything that would indicate a budding romantic relationship, just talking to each other as friends. If we lived close to each other and were planning a date, I could see it, but it seems strange to do so when that wasn’t it…
Also wanted to chip in my hatred for the people who kill DVDs. It’s not rocket science to keep them in good shape; just don’t drag it across sandpaper or let your pets try to bury it under the rug and it should have no reason to get scratched to the point of being useless.
Some people just don’t know how to look after DVDs. I borrowed season 1 of Bones from a friend. I’m reasonably sure she’s only watched it once. I got to the last disc and it has FOOD CRUMBS clinging to to it! How someone can be so careless about their own property just boggles my mind.
I pit my husband for refusing to change my 2 year old nephew’s diaper. They’re spending the night, and he chooses to do the fun stuff only.
He’ll be a grandfather in less than a month and I would still like to have a baby. He will not be offered a better chance to learn!
My debit card has been deactivated and I have no fucking clue why. I got paid Friday. I took $200 out in cash from that ATM at my credit union.
I went shopping on Saturday and used my card at four different stores with no problems. Two were grocery stores, one was a gas station and the other was a dollar store. After I got home and rested for a bit I went out to Walmart. The card was declined. I tried debit and credit. I had to put all the stuff back. I then went to two differnet ATMs. One said my card was deactivated and the other said ineligible account.
WTF? I just used the fucking thing four times earlier in the day with no issues.
I have a credit union that does not have real time transaction updates. When I look online it only shows what I had as of Friday afternoon. My branch is not even open on Saturday nor is the debit card division.
I can only assume there was some sort of illegal activity but I won’t be able to find out for several more hours. I was stuck Saturday evening and all day yesterday with no cash and no way to get cash. As far as I know my credit union has no limit to the transaction per day and I did try Sunday at Giant Eagle when I picked up my moms prescriptions and still no dice.
The one thing I always disliked about my credit union was the fact that it did not have real time updates. How the fuck can something be cut off in the middle of the day if they are not even open and as far as I can tell do no file updates on the weekend.
I am have no idea what happened but I am worried sick. If there was some illegal stuff and it messed up my account I am pretty much screwed for Christmas. 
You know that saying about not teaching old dogs new tricks? If I were you and had a baby with this guy, I’d be prepared to do a whole lot of diaper changing. 
He’ll be a grandfather, which is to say he’s already had/raised a child?
And he refuses/doesn’t know how to change a diaper?
Yeah, you’re handling that one on your own.
I’m late to be commenting on this post, but it’s been making me giggle for weeks now. Thank you, Chef Troy!
OK, now my mini-rant.
Father-in-law, you’re a great guy. Really. You’re intelligent, perceptive, and you raised a wonderful son with whom I’m desperately in love. However, you are impossible to cook for.
I love cooking. I really do, and I’m good at it. But.
You won’t eat pasta.
You hate spices.
You hate garlic.
You hate salt.
You hate fat of any kind.
Even if I manage to cook something tasty that fits all of those criteria, you often won’t try it because it “looks strange”.
Will you PLEASE just go buy yourself some baby food so you can eat what you want and I can actually COOK for the rest of the family?
If he won’t eat it anyway, cook what you want. (Yes, I know you’re trying to be a nice person, but if he’s not letting you, what’s the point?)
Sorry, but people who have to control what everybody eats because of *their *issues make me nuts.
That’s what I’m doing, but he acts like I’m the strange one for wanting to add these new-fangled things like garlic and thyme to food.
Sounds like FIL might enjoy grilled chicken, potatoes, and peas – NO SEASONING!!! 
I re-pit the mutton-heads in this town who STILL haven’t got the streets in anything like acceptable condition. There are no Chinooks in the forecast, assholes! Handle your business and get the roads into safe driving condition again! I can’t tell you how many major arteries I’ve been up and down that still haven’t been sanded. On the weekend, I heard a report on TV saying Toronto was getting a foot of snow and that dozens of collisions had been reported as a result of the poor weather. Dozens? We’re getting fucking hundreds every day with, what, a quarter of the population of the GTA? It’s not all because Calgary drivers are dangerously incompetent, although I’m sure that’s part of it. No, the big problem is the glare ice on the roads because our street cleaners are worthless, slow, and stupid. Fuckers.
I was thinking a pack of plain rice cakes would fit the bill nicely.
That would probably be perfect–unless he found them “too strange”.
Also, I dunno if they’re available here in the UK. We just came here in June, and I haven’t seen them.
That used to be me. Only I had my alarm set to a local Rock station and I would hit snooze about six or seven times every morning. My roommate eventually told me it was like waking up every morning to Van Halen playing in his room, and every time he thought it was over Van Halen would come back in for an encore.