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This Shirt and its product description totally crack me up.

Source: Zoot’s highly entertaining blog archives.

Well, at least we didn’t have to call Domino’s.

So, do you want to know about Tim’s “Fabulous! Spectacular!” Birthday Dinner?

Well, I wouldn’t quite classify it under the Fabulous! Spectacular! heading, but it was okay. For an appetizer I made Jalapeno Popper Wontons (minus the green onions because, ew). They were, by far, the highlight of the meal. They turned out really really yummy, but they were REALLY hard to make. And that thing on the recipe that says it’ll only take 20 minutes? LIES! All Lies! It took me over an hour, and I only cooked half of the damn things. Turns out I failed to see that the recipe makes 15 (FIFTEEN!) servings. How anyone could make that many little wonton poppers in 20 minutes, I have no idea. I prepped them all – got all the jalapeno cheesy goodness wrapped in it’s little wonton wrappers – and then started fryin’. About half way through frying, I decided I had more than enough cooked already and was tired of getting splattered with scalding hot oil, so I stopped. Plus I thought Tim might be getting hungry and I should probably give him something to eat since I hadn’t even begun cooking the main course. The uncooked wontons are in the fridge. Tim has been instructed to cook them whenever he wants to because I’m done dealing with it. Apparently all the hard work and splatter burns were worth it, because they turned out delicious. Tim LOVED them, and I liked them quite a bit myself. Little did I know I had set the bar impossibly high with the appetizer and everything that followed was expected to be just as good. Note to self: never make the appetizer be 10 times better than the rest of the meal because everything after the appetizer will just be disappointing.

Anyway, the main course was this pasta stuff. Definitely did NOT live up to the standard set by the wontons. Making it wasn’t as hard, but it still took awhile and the end result wasn’t worth the effort put into it. It was bland, lacking in flavor, boring. I followed one of the reviewers’ advice and topped it with avocado slices. This was a bad idea. The two didn’t go together well at all. One avocado: wasted. By the time I served this course, I was not feeling good. I was tired, over-heated (the kitchen was HOT), and probably weak from not eating much (it was pretty late in the evening by the time we got around to the pasta, since I didn’t start cooking anything until 5:45 and the wontons took FOREVER). So even though I knew I needed to eat, I had a really hard time eating without feeling really nauseaus, so I didn’t eat much. We hung out for awhile before breaking out the cheesecake, and I eventually started feeling better and ate some of my pasta that had since cooled down. It was MUCH better cold. Still not fabulous, but less mediocre. I’m almost looking forward to eating cold leftovers of it for lunch today. Almost.

When we eventually brought out the cheesecake, we were in for another disappointment. I know, I know. How could something called creamy chocolate-amaretto cheesecake possibly be disappointing? It was really, really, really rich. We don’t eat a lot of sweets, so something this rich was a bit much for us. We couldn’t even finish one slice each. Maybe Tim’s family would like to finish it for us, because I’d hate to see almost an entire cheesecake go to waste. Again, not worth the effort I put into it. We both ate another wonton and called it a night.

All in all, not a disaster, but not a huge success either. Tim really appreciated all the hard work I did and told me again and again that it wasn’t my fault, it’s just the risk you take when you try a new recipe. Sometimes the recipe’s just not going to be as good as it looks. He still had a really great birthday, and that’s all that really matters.

Abraham Lincoln once said, “If you are a racist, I will attack you with the North.”

I just saw a bolt of lightning strike the side of a hill less than 300 feet from my office. Then there was a little puff of smoke where it hit. It was just one little puff, and the rain is coming down hard, so I’m not too concerned about there being a huge fire that burns down my office (fires from lightning strikes are not so rare in this VERY dry area). But still. CRAZY stuff.

Good thing Tim’s spectacular Birthday Dinner doesn’t involve cooking outside!

Happy Birthday!

Today is Tim’s Birthday! Everybody send happy birthday wishes his way! We celebrated with his family last night because I get him all to myself tonight (yay!). His sister totally stole my awesome present idea without even knowing it. So tonight Tim will get a slightly different version of something he got last night, but I think its okay. All versions of this particular thing are useful in their own way. It’s just that my gift looks way less original now. I guess at least it’s definitely a good gift for Tim, since two people thought of it without discussing it at all. But! His Dinner? Will be spectacular (assuming i don’t mess it up)! I made his dessert yesterday, so that’s taken care of. It’s a Creamy Chocolate-Amaretto Cheesecake. Sounds divine, doesn’t it? It looks really good, too. So if it tastes as good as it looks, then at least one part of the Birthday Dinner will be a success for sure!

Now I have to go to work. People shouldn’t have to work when its someone’s birthday. Seriously. This would be awesome. Because every day is someone’s birthday.

Happy Tim’s Birthday, everyone!

I really have issues with this

I received a forward today with a picture of a cemetary and a headstone-less grave with some flowers on it, a picture of Cindy Sheehan and Jessie Jackson, and the following message:

“What Is This Picture?
Obviously, it’s a picture in a cemetery. What cemetery and whose grave?
Sadly, it’s the grave of Casey Sheehan. After two years, and a DoD payment of $250,000 to the “Peace Mom”, Cindy Sheehan has not had the time or bothered to have a headstone placed on this young hero’s grave. And, she doesn’t even have to pay for one, the DoD will provide one:
“The Department of Veterans Affairs (VA) furnishes upon request, at no charge to the applicant, a government headstone or marker for the grave of any deceased eligible veteran in any cemetery around the world. For all deaths occurring before September 11, 2001, the VA may provide a headstone or marker only for graves that are not marked with a private headstone.
Flat markers in granite, marble, and bronze and upright headstones in granite and marble are available. The style chosen must be consistent with existing monuments at the place of burial. Niche markers are also available to mark columbaria used for inurnment of cremated remains.”
Apparently she can find time to protest on at least 3 continents, get arrested various times, go on vacation in Hawaii, have photo ops with the Marxists in Venezuela, but can’t seem to find the time to properly mark her son’s grave.
Ever wonder what the expression “stuck on stupid” meant?
Well here is an example:
The grinning idiot clinging to Jesse Jackson is Cindy Sheehan… the sob sister protesting the war at Bush’s ranch, who lost her son in the war, the same son she gave up in her divorce when he was 7 years old.
And by the way if you wonder why she has so much free time … she is going through another divorce right now and guess what? She is giving up custody of another son.
As Forest Gump once wisely proclaimed, “Stupid is as stupid does.”
Please DO pass this one along.”

Okay, regardless of your opinion of Cindy Sheehan and her protests, this just seems like a really unnecessary and hate-filled attack. I mean, before stooping to name calling and slinging insults left and right, did it ever occur to whoever wrote this to even TRY to find out WHY she hasn’t put a marker on her son’s grave? Because she may well have a perfectly good reason. As kat has pointed out, people have different ways of dealing with grief. Maybe for Cindy it’s easier to protest the thing that she holds responsible for her son’s death than it is for her to cope with the harsh reality check of ordering a gravestone with her son’s name on it. Maybe she thinks that going out and trying to make some changes is doing more to honor her son’s life than a stone above some decaying bones would do. Maybe she holds the belief that the remains of her son’s body no longer have any connection to her son’s soul/spirit/whatever you want to call it, so marking where they’re buried simply doesn’t hold much meaning to her. The point is, there is probably a reason she hasn’t ordered a headstone for her son’s grave, and it might be wise to attempt to find out (and maybe even try to understand, although that seems like a lot to ask from the type of person that probably wrote this) what that reason may be instead of assuming she just “hasn’t bothered” because her priorities are all wrong.

And bringing her divorces and custody decisions up seems completely uncalled for. I really don’t think anyone besides Cindy and her family knows the full history behind her divorces. And I’m not a big fan of passing such harsh judgement before you know the back story. Again, there’s probably a reason behind her divorces and who has custody of her kids and unless you know this reason (and if you do, why wouldn’t you mention it to add credibility to your argument?) you really aren’t in a position to pass judgement. Just because she doesn’t have custody of her children doesn’t mean she loves them any less, and it certainly doesn’t mean she should mourn their death any less.

Who is more ignorant? The woman who mourns the loss of her son in her own way that she feels is best for herself, or the person who throws a few barely-related facts together that don’t even begin to tell the whole story and uses them as justification for publicly ridicule a person about who’s life they, in fact, know very little?

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