nachomama

I'm so glad I got my sandwich. Today's my last day eating solid food. Tomorrow it's yank city on my tooth. I'm nervous. Now I gotta figure out what my last meal is. I have to work tonight so it's something on the run.

I'm getting my favorite sangwich for free today! Wheeeeeeee! promo code it's a south african couple and they do a sandwich called the conquistador. It's grilled chicken but the secret is in the sauce. It's a huge whopping hunk of sammich and they make a sauce with a peri peri pepper from south africa. It was voted the #1 sammich in the south. I'm getting the vegetarian one, mushrooms, zuchini, spinach onions tomatoes cheese but I'm telling you the SAUUUUUUUUUCE. You cannot pick this up and eat it, you have to knife and fork it.

I resent Brady and the Patriots deflat gate, Belicheck bullshit. I'd appreciate him more if I knew of his underdog status but his overdog status is what irks me now. I think I have a narcissistic friend. Everything about them has to be better than you. And it isn't straight up vanity. Even though I have to sit there at dinner while they input their calories. Their car has to be better, their ideas have to be better. I feel like that's too exhausting.

Ok, narcissism and vanity...not the same thing. Can you be one without the other? I've known people who are vain but can still feel empathy for others. A narcissist mostly only themselves, right?

I will never judge you on making his cake. tf? One would think it's about the minimum you can do and perhaps he cannot make you a cake but one hopes he acknowledges somehow in his own way. There are memes on TikTok because some woman posted how she makes her husbands lunch and went to great lengths to essentially spell out her dedication to her husband. Which I do not judge how anyone lives their life, sometimes I look at the "lunch" memes and laugh because they're putting 4 grapes and they do those little bento boxes and no man I ever knew wants this lunch that seems designed for a 2nd grader. My mom made my dads lunches but they were big honking sandwiches and leftovers. I just dont like Tom Brady

I have a friend, ahem, who gave me used booze for christmas. As in, said to me, oh I had this on my dresser for like a year and it was clearly opened, it was a bucket of mini rums. If you wanted to regift, you did not have to tell me. Put them in a bag, you're still calling me an alcoholic but you're not calling me an alcoholic who doesn't deserve first dibs. So then she invites me to christmas dinner about 6 hours before christmas dinner. who does that? And lastly, for New Years I went to her house (friend with her roommate as well) and roommate had invited her niece over and maybe 1 other person. (Neither showed) so maximum of 4 people potentially and she locked her bathroom door. Hers is the "family" bathroom in the home. Roommate does have her own smaller bathroom. Her level of petty was to lock out anyone who came but since I"m the only one who did...she locked me out of her bathroom. So this is not a person who likes me. Handwriting on the wall, plain as day. I will not be expending any effort there. I guess I'm chiefs again this year.

We had a mr. microphone! Coulda been a generic but they were junk anyway. We also had a coca-cola radio. Looked like a bottle of coke and you dialed a station on the bottom and bubbles were holes for the speaker. Also junk! Snoopy snow cone machine? JUNK! slip n slide JUNK!

I also do not sing and do not karaoke although in the few occasions when I've belted out a song amongst my friends and did so with gusto and "sold" it. It's very entertaining which could be very good at karaoke. If you just sing badly you're boring but if you sing badly and choreograph it badly and just do it super over the top you're highly entertaining. I think I won $10 in the big super mega power lotto, it's the powerball plus 1 number but I'll roll it over and try to win a billion.

Our school was so small that if your parents didn't buy you the instrument you wanted to play you basically chose out of a closet. Obviously the cutey cute girls played flute, the nerdy cute girls played clarinet. My friend Michele played trumpet and I wanted to sit by her, I think my choices were bassoon, tuba and french horn. Sincerely I was the worst. I may have told this story before but there was a kid named Nathaniel who also played trumpet, his nickname was Nutty. You'll soon see why. He was dared to drink the spit valve and it was the nastiest thing I've ever seen in my whole life. He was nutty all right and he died young, cuz his head was not screwed on quite right.

I can read music but that does not mean I can play anything. I played french horn in middle school, I was terrible. I know all the technical things one must do, I just have a complete and utter lack of being able to do it. When we had performances I would pretend to blow into my french horn because I knew I'd be the one going BLAAAAAAAAAAAT during a rest or something. It's like I know how to shoot pool, I know when to hit it hard or soft, low or high, angles and all that jazz, my elbow and arm just refuse to follow through. I worked in a laundromat in high school. My friend's family owned the place and there was a "rec room" attached with a pool table so in down times we played pool. My eye/hand coordination leaves a lot to be desired. My sister does have some musical ability. She got a keyboard for christmas one year and she could peck out the tunes from tv. She would play the theme song for the A-team and jeopardy. She could play by ear and sort of sound it out.

Ok so is it true that the drummer and lead singer are always just bananas? the bass is really the only cool dude anyway. :D I get the 504 once in a while.

I made meatloaf last night. Why do I love meatloaf sandwiches so much? It's the closest thing I come to meal prepping. I made taco salad for last night and with the leftover hamburger I made a meatloaf. I smell like meatloaf and it's worth it. I spoke with my niece (in prison) and her daughter just got picked up on probation violation so they're both in jail again. #WINNING They can keep the daughter, seriously I'm done with her. If you're too stupid to do the paperwork you need to remain free then stay in jail. Her boyfriend got out several months ago and she had been doing very well but now, of course, she loses focus. And I'm fairly torqued off at my niece too (her mother). I give up, they stupid.

Yep. Learned the hard way that 1 they break up 2 you say “you deserve so much better. He’s a douchebag 3 they get back together. 4 she tells him you hate him. 5 he doesn’t let you see each other anymore.

You just named all my dads favorite characters. He loved some foghorn leghorn, Popeyes and friggin woody woodpecker. He did an excellent woody woodpecker. Also did a fantastic Donald duck. I cannot explain the appeal other than most of these had no “plots” basic lather, rinse, repeat story lines. I know the older the cartoon is the more it’s based on producing cheaply. Mickey didn’t talk. Woody didn’t talk. I don’t think heckle and jeckle talked. Roadrunner too. Foghorn at least was clever in his speech. My dad even made us watch the dang popeye movie with robin Williams. According to critics and box office it was a flop but I didn’t care it was ok for me as a kid.

I think my dad ate pickled pigs feet. Several years ago I went to a restaurant with an pseudo ex bf and he ordered liver. I gave him a look and questioned that. He said he loved liver and his sisters used to give him theirs when his mom served it. The lady behind the counter asked if we were married because we bicker like we're married.

I will say 1 thing that stands up ...cheese toast. slice of bread with a slice of cheese under the broiler. Universally loved for eons. For a child that didn't like anything "browned" my pancakes had to be blonde, I didnt like regular toast, if it was steak I wanted toast "rare" like pop it in a toaster and less than a second I wanted it out. cut off crusts but damn did I like a really burnt piece of cheese toast. Not even the bread part, I wanted the cheese broooooooooooown like form a bubble and I pop the bubble and I eat the brown crusty part and make my sister eat the rest. I also hate marshmallows but I love a burnt to death marshmallow. Where it's crispy cinders in my mouth. I don't even want the guts. Just squoosh out the middle and gimme the smoking shell. I'm not weird, you're weird.

My dad liked tripe too. bllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech and she made me eat 2 bites of liver when she made it for my dad. They tricked my sister into eating tripe. My uncle sent me pate from france once and I ate a little, didn't hate it but upchucked violently in the middle of the night. and we used to eat braunschweiger as a kid (my mom never called it liverwurst). I still love my dinty moore (I always pictured that's what cowboys were eating in movies where they got their big wooden spoon and shoveling food in their mouths) I eat spaghettios once in a while. My mom would have us make "baloney pizza" slice of baloney is your "crust" put ketchup on it, olives, cheese, maybe pepperoni but I feel like it was "get rid of shit in the fridge" so it was probably ham. We would make smiley faces. Every day I realize how truly stupid I was as a child.

yep. My dad would eat the bones and all but I was very surgical. I split my teeny fishies in half and removed their bones and guts. Havent' had them in a long, long while but I do splurge for the boneless these days.

Maybe it's the New Mexico...we ate everything canned and frozen. Went to the grocery store once a month. Potted meat or deviled ham in a can is nasty though. Maybe we always got low sodium spam? I really, really did not like my recent spam encounter and it's not like it was something I loved...just hadn't had it in 20 years so I gave it a shot. blech Vienna sausages I only eat with mustard. Sardines, nothing, just plain, no tomato sauce or any kind of saucy things, just plain. Pretty much anything wrapped in bacon sounds tasty. My dad made what he called "pigs in a blanket" but trust me, it wasn't anything like what normal people call pigs in a blanket. His version of corn bread was hot water bread...corn meal mixed with boiling water (nothing else) and then make a patty out of it and deep fry. THIS IS NOT CORN BREAD! this is a hockey puck, a dry, hard as a brick hockey puck. and he would poke a sausage in it and then bake it with some kind of red sauce (I'm sure it started out with ketchup but took a turn at barbecue) who knows. Trust me, I wasn't eating it. I am guessing that a lot of things my father brought were about poverty. This was his recipe for "salad" ...lettuce, miracle whip. done.

Cheese is so good. Has anyone ever cooked a vienna sausage? My foray into spam was a mistake, then I see somebody frying up vienna sausages. It did not make me tempted. When they narrow down the choices for the big game just tell me who you want to win and I'll go for the opposite because anybody I hope for loses.

Both! If you’ve already cried in 2021 it might be worth seeking cryotherapy for the next few months.

I already quit.

yes he has to approve them. And yes he corrected my correction. I have floated it past my boss. Obviously if you named your company Assisstance Inc, it's a proper name and therefore not "spelled wrong" I just feel like an asshole for stating twice it's wrong. being told I'm wrong so like he IS signing off on it and therefore not my prob but Im feeling oogy about it. Pre-covid I would take him to my computer and show him spellcheck, show him an online dictionary like I promise dude I'm not lying. But we aren't allowed to have anybody in the building except the front room. Everything he has forwarded to me is def from spanish language websites or his phone/computer are set to spanish language so I don't know what his spell check tells him.

What do you do if you have a client who insists the word Assistance is spelled Assisstance? I guarantee spell check isn't lying to me. And english is not his first language. I've stated twice that it's Assistance and even tried to "ignore" his request that I change it. I mean...the customer is always right???

It's weird how many circles this went in, within just 48-72 hours. Now he blew himself up? I will never understand anything. I, myself, am pretty disgruntled by the universe. I don't even get to request who I want to attend my own birthday dinner...30 holidays with virtually no relatives to hang with. I have a shitty job, no money, I can't go on jeopardy and win money cuz I'm an idiot. I'm not cute enough to fake a spanish accent despite being from Massachusetts...these things could send me into blowing myself up territory...but I guess I'm kinda gruntled...cuz that aint my plan. I'm gonna die alone and sad...like a normal person.