W: 319.2 BS: 154 BP: 157/79
- Dishes
LaundryCritter 1- Critter 2
GardenExtra Lasix
W: 319.2 BS: 154 BP: 157/79
W: 318.0 BS: 147 BP: 155/80
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The definition of how Father's day is seen:
Giant Foods has a 'Father's Day Sale' of stuff DAD can buy and cook for OTHER people. Expensive stuff like steak and crab legs and such. The kicker is, not only is the food not 'on sale', in some cases the prices are higher than normal. Basically, a quiet little Fuck You to fathers everywhere.
Yeah, that about how it goes.
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W: 317.4 BS: 157 BP: 157/80
Here we have a screen shot of my shopping today at the Giant Foods website. Their weekly sale sheet shows chicken thighs or drumsticks at .99 cents a pound. Cool.... BUT.... look again. I put one pack of thighs into my cart. It shows up at regular price (top right corner), not sale price. Giant does this a lot. Some 'sale' items every single week will do this. It means one must check the actual price on every single item one chooses.
In this case there was a hidden coupon that was not available anyplace except if one RE-clicked on the item AFTER it was in the cart, and then the coupon showed up. Still had to click on the coupon to get the price.
I.T. moronicity or devious thievery? In any case, I do most of our food shopping with Walmart now. They never seem to play games like this.
Here's a tech reporter writing about SpaceX and it's valuation compared to Amazon. His point seems to be Amazon makes a profit, and SpaceX has not made a profit yet.
Umm..... what does that matter Mr. O'kane? You have not only missed the point, you didn't even make it to the right ball field.
W: 316.4 BS: 124
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| Gun CONTROL fascists are all about 'Only Police and Military'. Forgetting who murdered the most people in the last couple centuries. Or... maybe that IS the point? They want people killed off? |
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| This is going around strong, and many like it. Seems reality may be overriding the "Spend YOUR money the way I demand you do!!" folks. |
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| This bears thought, if energy stability and supply concern you. |
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| My own experience with people of that ilk is limited, but significant to me. I can be friendly, but do business? Never. |
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| The USA has never had a stronger crowd of sycophants and power hungry people rooting for it's downfall and demise. |
Two cups roasted corn, cut off the cobs.
One cup chopped onion of choice. They all work. Red works best. Yellow is good.
One cup chopped peppers. Green, red, yellow, Jalapeno if you have it.
Two tables spoons chopped garlic.
Three tablespoons vinegar of choice. I use red wine. White balsamic works great.
Three tablespoons olive oil
Three tablespoons white sugar.
Juice on one lime.
One tablespoon kosher salt.
Lots of fresh ground black pepper.
One tablespoon powdered jalapeno.
One tablespoon sweet Mexican spice blend of choice.
One tablespoon Mexican oregano.
Cilantro, if you are one of THOSE people.
Mix it all, breaking up the cut corn from the cob. Put it in a serving bowl that can be covered. Refrigerate at least a day before eating. Stir occasionally to keep flavors melding.
W: 314.4 BS: 94
So... there I wuz.....
After I cleaned up the kitchen, starting laundry and dishwasher, roasting the fresh corn so it wouldn't go to waste, starting dough for bread because we are out, and making up meatball mix for dinner this evening.... I was overcome by a wave of laziness.
I usually make meatballs using a sorbet scoop. Scoop a portion of meat, drop it into my hands, lovingly form a perfect smooth ball 'o meat, and put it on the baking sheet. Today, not so much.
I reached the scoop point, and just looked it. What if.... what if I say, I just plopped that scoop of meatball mix on the tray? Skip the 'make a ball' stage. That would save me entire minutes of effort. But how do I justify the laziness? Lets consider....
W: 312. BS: 100
W: 312.8 BS: 134 BP 120/73
Woke at 4am with a dream that left me agitated and sweating. Ugh. Decided to get up and just drink coffee, so clowns don't eat me in my sleep. Came downstairs to this...
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| My 4am surprise |
Oh, and somebody locked little Ripley outside all night and SHE HAD SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT THAT.
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