7 posts tagged “food”
So, everyone at Michaels has been in a flutter all this past week, planning for today: Black Friday. I've worked T-day and the day after since I've started working. I don't think I've had it off in years. And unlike everyone else, I'm not worried. All I have to do is serve a whole bunch of people who will be crankier than usual due to turkey overdose and an overindulgence in pumpkin pie. Bring it on, Longview, bring it on.
Ok, so our day yesterday consisted of my boy and I walking the two miles to Fred Meyers for some T-day shopping. We got some necessary things, including a space saver for behind the toilet and another cheap folding table for my craft things and books. We also found this truly beautiful apothecary's cabinet on clearance for $120. We vacillated over whether to buy or not, and finally decided that we should. And wouldn't you believe it, when we got to the register, we found out that all clearance was an extra 40% off the last marked price. In total, we spent $151, which rocks because we thought, with everything, that it was going to be $250. Rock.
After that, we came home and puttered around setting up all the furnishings we had bought and cleaning out the place before dinner. For that, instead of cooking or going home and whatnot, we went to Sizzler--the only place open, and oddly quiet once we got there. My steak was overcooked, but the salad bar was divine.
Oh, also, Ryan bought me this 5 DVD collection called Girls Gone Bad, which has 24 films from the 30s to the 60s including: Reefer Madness, Sex Madness, She Shoulda Said No, and Bad Girls Go To Hell. Yeah, that's gonna be fun :D
Again, back to work, I have to work from 11 to 4, which isn't bad all things considered. I also get paid today. I plan to buy myself a pair of shoes because I have only one and they are falling apart. I can feel the street through the soles of them. Heh.
So, everyone at Michaels has been in a flutter all this past week, planning for today: Black Friday. I've worked T-day and the day after since I've started working. I don't think I've had it off in years. And unlike everyone else, I'm not worried. All I have to do is serve a whole bunch of people who will be crankier than usual due to turkey overdose and an overindulgence in pumpkin pie. Bring it on, Longview, bring it on.
Ok, so our day yesterday consisted of my boy and I walking the two miles to Fred Meyers for some T-day shopping. We got some necessary things, including a space saver for behind the toilet and another cheap folding table for my craft things and books. We also found this truly beautiful apothecary's cabinet on clearance for $120. We vacillated over whether to buy or not, and finally decided that we should. And wouldn't you believe it, when we got to the register, we found out that all clearance was an extra 40% off the last marked price. In total, we spent $151, which rocks because we thought, with everything, that it was going to be $250. Rock.
After that, we came home and puttered around setting up all the furnishings we had bought and cleaning out the place before dinner. For that, instead of cooking or going home and whatnot, we went to Sizzler--the only place open, and oddly quiet once we got there. My steak was overcooked, but the salad bar was divine.
Oh, also, Ryan bought me this 5 DVD collection called Girls Gone Bad, which has 24 films from the 30s to the 60s including: Reefer Madness, Sex Madness, She Shoulda Said No, and Bad Girls Go To Hell. Yeah, that's gonna be fun :D
Again, back to work, I have to work from 11 to 4, which isn't bad all things considered. I also get paid today. I plan to buy myself a pair of shoes because I have only one and they are falling apart. I can feel the street through the soles of them. Heh.
So, instead of a tree this year, we're doing a Christmas garland above the archway leading to our 'bedroom'. We just picked up the rest of the ornaments we wanted for it, some lights, and a string of tiny silver bells to go with it. In short, it looks amazing. I like it much better than any Christmas tree I've ever had. And since we're in a small apartment, it's definitely more practical.
We also managed to pick up some silverware today. Tomorrow we get the dinnerware Ryan's been lusting after, and some storage to get all our crafty things out of the way. So tonight we're going to be feasting on chicken cordon bleu with nice silver and plastic dishes, lol.
Pictures to come when I can once again stand up. :(
We're here, mostly moved in. We just got back from doing some light grocery shopping, during which we both have decided to move along to soy milk rather than cow milk. I feel accomplished, and though we may not have more than $60 between now and Friday, I really don't care.
We have our own apartment. We're doing really well. This can only get better.
So, I had this dream the other night that I was pushing a cart through a grocery store and there were a bunch of centre-isle displays filled with different kinds of lasagne. There were literally hundreds of types and through some strange dream-knowledge, I realised that each individual lasagne represented a man. Some of the men were walking around, trying to get me to eat their lasagne. They tried every trick in the book, them sleazes. And then I realised something myself:
I hate lasagne.
So I went and bought a cheesecake instead.
I just made guacamole.
Too much onions, not enough avocado.
Also, must learn to properly chop things :"(
Otherwise, it's still completely edible and my taquitos thank me.
If you were stranded on a desert island, what five people would you eat first?
Submitted by James Poling.
...I'm stranded with at least five other people? Well, first we'll eat the big 'un--I'll give the second biggest extra portions so that they, in turn, become the biggest. And then they will be eaten.
I think you see where I'm going here.
By the time me and the last person are still alive and kicking, we'll have discovered that those funny berries are actually delicious and that hunting monkeys isn't that hard, pity about those people we ate, right? Ah well. Survival of the fittest.
