So we're driving in the car today and we slow down, put our blinker on and get ready to turn.
The next thing we know, a car honks at us, almost hits us, the person in the car flips us the one finger salute, and drives away.
I thought it was hilarious.
We do nothing, this guy almost hits us, then he blames us.
People can be jerks
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
The Butter Miracle of 2013
Most Sundays, at least as far back as I can remember, I've gone to church. 8 AM mass.
Most times after mass my family will ether go and get donuts at dunkin donuts, or go out to breakfast at a local diner.
Today we decided to go to the diner.
Most times we sit in the back at a big table but today we sat out in the front.
There's one waiter who always serves us but because we sat in the front today he didn't.
About halfway through the meal he shows up at our table with a little paper cup of butter saying, "Isn't this butter perfect?"
Upon inspection we decided that yes, this butter was in fact quite perfect. Equally round and smooth.
So we continued with our meal, chatting , having a good time.
After we finished and were waiting for the check i picked up the butter for further inspection.
I found that a smiley face had appeared in the butter!
Two lines for eyes and a curved mouth!
I showed everyone else and they all agreed ya, that's really cool!
We called the waiter over and at first he was kinda joking yelling at us for messing up the perfect butter but when we told him we hadn't touched it all meal he said.
"wow. I guess it's Jesus butter then."
We were all crying from laughter.
They decided to save it to show future patrons during the day and we left the diner thouroughly convinced that it was a sign.
A sign from god telling us to smile.
I guess it really was Jesus butter after all.
Most times after mass my family will ether go and get donuts at dunkin donuts, or go out to breakfast at a local diner.
Today we decided to go to the diner.
Most times we sit in the back at a big table but today we sat out in the front.
There's one waiter who always serves us but because we sat in the front today he didn't.
About halfway through the meal he shows up at our table with a little paper cup of butter saying, "Isn't this butter perfect?"
Upon inspection we decided that yes, this butter was in fact quite perfect. Equally round and smooth.
So we continued with our meal, chatting , having a good time.
After we finished and were waiting for the check i picked up the butter for further inspection.
I found that a smiley face had appeared in the butter!
Two lines for eyes and a curved mouth!
I showed everyone else and they all agreed ya, that's really cool!
We called the waiter over and at first he was kinda joking yelling at us for messing up the perfect butter but when we told him we hadn't touched it all meal he said.
"wow. I guess it's Jesus butter then."
We were all crying from laughter.
They decided to save it to show future patrons during the day and we left the diner thouroughly convinced that it was a sign.
A sign from god telling us to smile.
I guess it really was Jesus butter after all.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Cooking
Cooking is an interesting thing for me.
I can cook basic food like bagels and pasta, barely.
My big problem is that I can make other things, just not very well, it seems like every time at least one thing has to go wrong.
For instance,
The other day I tried to be a cool older sister and tried to make my brother mac and cheese.
I'm going to say it ahead of time, I hate mac and cheese. The stuff disgusts me.
It might be that you have to literally squeeze a giant bag of cholesterol into a thing of pasta, i don't know.
Anyway, to start it all off i went to pour the pasta from the box into the boiling water and completely forgot about the "cheese" bag until, 'plop'. It falls in the water.
One new box of mac and cheese and one new pot of boiling water later, I'm back on track. The pasta is cooking in the water, the "cheese" is sitting on the counter waiting.
At the moment i'm feeling all proud of myself, "hey look at me, doing mature things like cooking!"
So I decided to have a little victorious celebration. I crank the tunes up while dancing around my kitchen like an idiot.
I swear to god once I turn on music, I can't turn it off. It does something loopy to my brain and it makes me HAVE to dance.
Twenty minutes later I finally get all of my dancing out of my body and I find, I've completely overcooked my macaroni.
I throw it out of the pot and into the colander I had all pre set up like an intelligent person.
I squeeze the cheese out onto it, throw it in a bowl, ad serve it to my brother.
He takes one bite, makes a face, and pushes it away.
Me- "what's wrong"
Him- "It tastes funny!"
Me -"No, it doesnt"
Him-"Yes it does!"
I then do the unthinkable, I try it.
Like I said before, I hate this stuff.
I barely hold back the urge to instantly throw up long enough to swallow it.
Crap. He's right. It tastes... wrong.
I re-read the instructions to find that you have to ad butter, and a lot of it.
After doing so I bring the new buttered stuff to my brother.
He proceeds to get up and walk away, saying "I'm not even hungry anymore"
Great.
I can cook basic food like bagels and pasta, barely.
My big problem is that I can make other things, just not very well, it seems like every time at least one thing has to go wrong.
For instance,
The other day I tried to be a cool older sister and tried to make my brother mac and cheese.
I'm going to say it ahead of time, I hate mac and cheese. The stuff disgusts me.
It might be that you have to literally squeeze a giant bag of cholesterol into a thing of pasta, i don't know.
Anyway, to start it all off i went to pour the pasta from the box into the boiling water and completely forgot about the "cheese" bag until, 'plop'. It falls in the water.
One new box of mac and cheese and one new pot of boiling water later, I'm back on track. The pasta is cooking in the water, the "cheese" is sitting on the counter waiting.
At the moment i'm feeling all proud of myself, "hey look at me, doing mature things like cooking!"
So I decided to have a little victorious celebration. I crank the tunes up while dancing around my kitchen like an idiot.
I swear to god once I turn on music, I can't turn it off. It does something loopy to my brain and it makes me HAVE to dance.
Twenty minutes later I finally get all of my dancing out of my body and I find, I've completely overcooked my macaroni.
I throw it out of the pot and into the colander I had all pre set up like an intelligent person.
I squeeze the cheese out onto it, throw it in a bowl, ad serve it to my brother.
He takes one bite, makes a face, and pushes it away.
Me- "what's wrong"
Him- "It tastes funny!"
Me -"No, it doesnt"
Him-"Yes it does!"
I then do the unthinkable, I try it.
Like I said before, I hate this stuff.
I barely hold back the urge to instantly throw up long enough to swallow it.
Crap. He's right. It tastes... wrong.
I re-read the instructions to find that you have to ad butter, and a lot of it.
After doing so I bring the new buttered stuff to my brother.
He proceeds to get up and walk away, saying "I'm not even hungry anymore"
Great.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
At war
Jk I just thought of something to talk about.
I am in a war, a war against my cellular device.
It started out when I got a couple of games on my phone, a couple harmless games. Little did I know that these games would soon ruin my life
My problem is that when I can't get by a certain point on the game I feel like I have somehow "lost".
And the only way to "win" is to finish the game, which I am now starting to realize can never happen.
I can keep running as far as i can, or keep blasting on a jetpack as far as i can, but it will never end.
You can see where this would go bad, I will never stop playing because then I would feel like I have lost, and that is not an option.
So instead of doing the mature thing and just deleting them, I am going to keep them and persevere, possibly until I die, all to save my pride.
I must win, I will win.
Another problem I have with my phone is it tends to be very defiant.
It will refuse to send a text even though I have full service, its battery defies common rules of logic, and it won't make calls on Tuesdays. Just to name a few problems with it.
I personally have had about 5 phones in two years (I have a problem with breaking them, due to my clumsy nature) and they have all had these problems! I don't get it do phone manufactures jst make phones that they know won't work, or only work when they want to?
It makes no sense.
Now my phones defiance might have to do with the fact that it's mad at me for dropping it so many times, but I bought it a really cool case to protect it so it should buck up and stop being so difficult.
These are only a few of my problems with cell phones but I'll keep it to that for now.
Now I can only hope my phone doesn't discover this post and further resist me in my efforts to make it work like a normal phone.
I am in a war, a war against my cellular device.
It started out when I got a couple of games on my phone, a couple harmless games. Little did I know that these games would soon ruin my life
My problem is that when I can't get by a certain point on the game I feel like I have somehow "lost".
And the only way to "win" is to finish the game, which I am now starting to realize can never happen.
I can keep running as far as i can, or keep blasting on a jetpack as far as i can, but it will never end.
You can see where this would go bad, I will never stop playing because then I would feel like I have lost, and that is not an option.
So instead of doing the mature thing and just deleting them, I am going to keep them and persevere, possibly until I die, all to save my pride.
I must win, I will win.
Another problem I have with my phone is it tends to be very defiant.
It will refuse to send a text even though I have full service, its battery defies common rules of logic, and it won't make calls on Tuesdays. Just to name a few problems with it.
I personally have had about 5 phones in two years (I have a problem with breaking them, due to my clumsy nature) and they have all had these problems! I don't get it do phone manufactures jst make phones that they know won't work, or only work when they want to?
It makes no sense.
Now my phones defiance might have to do with the fact that it's mad at me for dropping it so many times, but I bought it a really cool case to protect it so it should buck up and stop being so difficult.
These are only a few of my problems with cell phones but I'll keep it to that for now.
Now I can only hope my phone doesn't discover this post and further resist me in my efforts to make it work like a normal phone.
First post!
First post ever! Too bad I can't think of anything to talk about so I'm just gonna put a little smiley face person.
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