Tuesday, November 26, 2013

There's No "i" In Team but There is in "Cookie"

Cookie swap, cookie swap, oh cookie cookie swap. It's that time of year again :)  Time to pick out our cookie for the annual cookie swap for our good friends McCheesy and McMeaty's party.

Last year was an epic fail on my part.  Rum ball cookies that looked like dirt balls and tasted like shit balls.


This year I am going to let Blondie pick out the recipe. I'm hoping she ups her game and does not choose the dreaded Potato Chip Cookie again. While no where near as bad as the Extra Rummy In My Tummy Rum Balls, they were not the hit you would think they would be.

It's stressful. There is some tough competition at this event. But after one or two bottles glasses of wine, I start to relax and just enjoy myself.

So all your Julia and Martha wanna bees, what's the treat that can't be beat?*

*While technically there is no competition involved here, I consider our cookie to be a winner if 1) I  don't cut myself with any sharp implements during the preparation; 2) the stove/house does not catch on fire during the baking; 3) no one contracts a food-borne illness from our creation during the party.

Monday, November 25, 2013

It's A Sign


This note is taped to the closet door in my Mother's room at the nursing home. It's funny because I have similar sign on my bathroom mirror. It reads:

This is a reminder to myself. If I am supposed to be at work today I must remember "to go". (Any feelings of happiness will go away in about 15 minutes)


Sunday, November 24, 2013

Trucking


I'm in Mass Pike hell. I'll repent if it will clear up the traffic jam (see mud flap).


They cook, they dance, they're probably locked in this truck.



Rolling. Rolling. Rolling on the Mass Pike. Don't worry. A running child is going to make it to my place of employment a lot faster than I am. Can't get run over it the car ain't moving.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

More Fun With Texts and Port-A-Potties.

St. Patrick's Day events always bring out the best in me. So I'm not so good at using a port-a-potty after drinking beer. It's hard. You have to balance yourself while hovering over the seat on your tippy toes, not getting your face too close to the urinal, all while wearing a winter jacket. I'd like to see you do it.