I guess I will have to work on balonies blog a little more. Because...people..there ain't nuttin to see here. Go home. Kiss your children and pat your yanimals..January has that effect, and I am just as happy to do cooking rather than boring you with my whatever. I can sum the month up. Went to work, came home, made supper, and glared at my husband when he brought home 2 cases of toilet paper, a case of SOS pads (we will never have to write our name in the snow for help) and a case of garbage bags. That, is a lot of cases! ... for "just" in case. heh I did a pun. I know he got a deal...but fortheloveofafrickindeal .. where do I put all this shit? WE ARE THE ONLY TWO PEOPLE WHO LIVE HERE! Why the SOS pads, I will never figure that out. All my pots and pans are Teflon. But, I guess when you see a deal, you have to buy it whether you use it or not. 12 of them....well fuck me..as we used to say! heh. I don't get it. The toilet paper, YES, the garbage bags yes, but why so many...the SOS Pads are still a mystery. After we are dead, people will come in our house, and wonder what we did with so many SOS pads. A case of them. A whole case of them. They will probably think we liked to scrub abrasively at something, and leave a blue soapy film behind. I can't think of anything I would like to scrub that hard, except his face right now.
In our obit's they will say, Gord and Joan were very clean, and loved the shiny. In our estate sale, they will probably go for hmmmm five cents a box. So, how can this be a good thing? We will outlive the garbage bags and the toilet paper, but the SOS pads are giving me a problem. I sincerely hope, he has not gone shopping without me again today...because when I see him coming home...and he is backing into the driveway, I know there is a shit load of stuff in there to unload, we may or may not use. Gordie Good Guy...yes, but give me a break.
On another note, I cut my own hair today....I did. I was so pissed at my hairdresser the last two times I went in....I did it myself. It looks great.I used to cut hair for years when I was younger. I just figured it out myself and had people coming to me for cuts, perms etc. all the time, until it got too much with working and all. I always wanted to be a hairdresser when I was young. But life got in the way and never got a licence.
Okay, so if you don't see too much of me here... and if you give a shit...I will be posting some good old recipes on balonies blog. I will redirect if I do. I have my cookbooks out...Mennonite Foods and Folkways, the Hutterite Treasury of Recipes, From the Kin Kitchens Ukrainian cookbook, and last but not least my Best Loved Casseroles for winter. Comfort food. I have a few of those.
Anywhottle... I'll be back on Sunday to share.
tra la la....ooops one to many glasses of the grape.