*This is a wonderful site for some June rants
So post all of your gripes to this thread:
How your in-laws are stiflin’ your romance,
How you wish that your neighbors were dead,
How your home-grown tomatoes are fallin’,
How your kids made a humongous mess,
How your sinus is swellin’ from pollen
How the dry cleaners tore your best dress
While your li-i-i-fe’s tragic,
Your complaint never ends;
But it shrinks li-i-i-ike magic
When you share - - -
It with friends - - - !
C’mon and share your each and all June Rants
With us.
There’s no such thing as a small circumstance
To us!*
I realize I’m jumping the gun, but:
1.) It’s June SOMEWHERE; and
2.) Inspiration struck, and I had to get this in before I got ninja’d on starting the thread.
I’ll pit the heartburn I’m feeling right now from the leftover hamburger (from Memorial Day) I just finished. :mad:
Stands up and claps loudly, then holds lighter in the air while whistling.
That was beautiful.
I managed to ruin a pot roast. I have no idea what happened, I put a big ol’ slab of dead cow in the crockpot along with all the veggies and broth and let it cook on low for 10 hours. The meat was as tough as shoe leather when I tried to serve it up.
And…now that I’ve got my meds adjusted and feel safe to drive…the alternator on my bike went out.
Did you use wine or cider vinegar or anything like that? It helps break the meat fibers down and makes it more tender.
My mom’s never fail pot roast recipe:
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[li]1 top round or bottom round or chuck roast, about 3-4 lbs, room temperature if possible[/li][li]Red wine or cider vinegar or wine vinegar[/li][li]1 package of Lipton Onion soup (yes, I know, but it works)[/li][li]1 crock pot - the kind that has a separate base and pot, not an all in one[/li][/ul]
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[li]Put crock pot, sans base, on stove burner that is turned high. [/li][li]When the pot gets hot, put the meat in the pot and sear it on all sides. We like it to get brown.[/li][li]Take pot off stove and put it on the crock pot base, which should be preheated to about 3 or so.[/li][li]Add wine. We usually put in about enough to be at about the quarter-inch or so[/li][li]Add enough water to bring it up to about the half to three-quarter inch mark and sprinkle the soup mix on the top and in the wine/water mixture[/li][li]Cover.[/li][li]Once the liquid starts to almost bubble (but do NOT boil), turn temperature down to 1 and let it cook for about 3 hours (10 was probably way too long)[/li][/ol]
Meat should pretty much come to pieces when you take it out and try to slice it. Use the liquid in the pot to make gravy.
We never did veggies in the pot, so I can’t help you with that.
No, it didn’t fall off. This time. And the clutch lever didn’t really fall off, it was attached to the floor board. It just made some sparks. Not like that time I was riding home and one of the pipes fell off. I had flames shooting out from under my butt for about 20 miles.
When I’m driving a cage and following a older Sportster, I always leave extra room because I know that parts will randomly fall off.
Pumps fist in the air…we do this because we love it. Or because we are stupid.
Last week we cancelled our vacation… for the fourth time in less than a year. Twice it’s been due to my work schedule, and twice due to the wife’s.
The (generic) workplace seems to have changed over the past few years, and the amount being demanded of us seems to be going up. Thankfully we’re only a few years from retirement, so we’ll just deal with it for a while longer.
This isn’t really a rant, but this is the June thread and it’s June 1st…
And it’s the 23rd anniversary of my marriage to Mrsaje Somewhat amazing to me, on oh so many levels What’s even more mind boggling is that we’ve now been a couple for 33 yrs and 10 months.
I guess my mini-est of minirants is:
When the hell did I get so OLD!?!
I guess my rant is that now I’m going to go around all day singing about a marvelous night for a june rant. Thanks! That was actually very good, kaylasdad99.
Congrats to Saje and The Vorlon. I’m actually kinda jealous. I’m hoping to be married for 20 years. I doubt I’ll get 30 years out of him but if I do, I will consider myself very blessed.
That has got to be so painful.
If I ever hear that someone I know bought something from a spammer, I will rain violence and scorn upon them.
Morgyn thank you so much. My poor husband valiantly eats anything I cook, but I can tell that he really wishes I’d stay out of the kitchen. Not that I blame him…our housekeeper is a wonderful cook…but I’m his wife. I’m supposed to be the one fussing over his meals. I think. I’m still trying to figure out the marriage rules.
My rant: you know how you sometimes go to the store and see an elderly man sitting in the heat trying to make some money sharpening knives? Well, last weekend I saw one and gave him my penknife and 10 bucks. BIG mistake.
The first thing I did with it was almost cut the tip off my thumb. The next thing I did with it was to hand it to my minion so he could cut surgical tape to wrap around my thumb and he promptly cut his finger. :smack: Today, I handed it to my husband and reminded him that it was sharp. More blood ensued. :smack::smack::smack:
I was planning to take our kitchen knives to him, but Bill is afraid I’ll kill myself whilst making a salad.
Flatlined, perhaps baking is your secret ninja superpower: It’s more “science” than “art,” and always appreciated, and you can feel like you’re fussing over your husband and still play to your strengths. Before starting, get an oven thermometer (very, very cheap - I think the last one I bought was under $5.00, about 4 years ago - and figure out your actual oven temperature. Then get a decent cookbook and follow directions. Seriously, correct temperature, timing, and measurement is the “secret” to baking, if you’re the sort who follows directions well. And nothing quite matches serving a hot loaf of bread for feeling all domestic and nurturing!
If that’s not your cup of tea (with a nice scone, hot from the oven,) your next best bet might be to read up on the science of cooking. Alton Brown has a handful of fun books on how and why things work (or don’t) in the kitchen, or there’s Harold McGee’s “On Food and Cooking,” or Shirley Corriher’s “Cookwise,” which are slightly less readable, but more technical. I’m a fan of all three, but I read cookbooks for fun.
Also, a carry-over from the May mini-rants thread: Thank you Jeep’s Phoenix.
Went to Dairy Queen,ordered a milkshake and the twit at the window dropped it while handing it to me.
Milkshake on the car.
Milkshake on me.
Thanks DQ!
My mom is correcting me. She says, rump roast or bottom round, red wine or apple juice or beer, not vinegar, maybe about a cup in the pot, then add the water and onion soup. No need to sear (although you can). What we were was one of the older slow cooker/crock pots that cooks a bit faster than the ones made today, so keep it between low and medium and try for about 4 or 5 hours.
If you can’t cook, then don’t cook! I am something of a danger in the kitchen, so the number of meals I’ve cooked can be counted on the fingers of one hand, and we celebrated our 20th last Dec.
My mini-rant is that the summer parties across the street have started again, complete with somebodies shrieking little girl. Today was more of a WTF tho - one of the guests came out to their car, which was parked in front of our house, to nurse her baby. With me right there digging tree-lets out of the lawn. Car wasn’t in the shade, the car wasn’t running so there was no AC going, and it was pushing 80 degrees. I really couldn’t come up with a reason why that turned out to be the best option.
Irritated with Google Calendar right now. Is there anything that remotely passes for a rational or even non-brain-dead explanation for why the week view refuses to print on one sheet, even in portrait mode?
I had a ticket for the matinee performance of “Wicked” in Sacramento this afternoon. As I was driving on the freeway on the way to the play, a car in front of me hit a pipe lying on the pavement, and it flew through the air and hit my windshield, shattered the windshield and left me with a lap full of little glass shrapnel.
Fortunately, the windshield didn’t come caving in on me, so, since I had paid $120 for my ticket I drove to the play, had dinner, then drove home and called the insurance company. They’re supposed to have some adjuster call us tomorrow. smh.
There’s also a big scrape and dent on the corner where the windshield pillar on the driver’s side meets the roof.
My neighborhood’s drunken parents have been making far more noise than the kids this year. Those assholes took over the pool this past Monday; they even hired a DJ. Quite a few people with kids were unable to use the pool that day due to the noise level. HOA was supposed to hire a pool attendant to prevent this sort of thing. I’m guessing these are the same lovely people who made complete asses of themselves by staggering down the middle of the street during the children’s July 4th parade last year.
Somewhat amazing to me, on oh so many levels 
What’s even more mind boggling is that we’ve now been a couple for 33 yrs and 10 months.
I’m guessing these are the same lovely people who made complete asses of themselves by staggering down the middle of the street during the children’s July 4th parade last year.