I really don't know what the hell I was complaining about

It looks damn fine in here. I have mental days. Don't tell anyone. But I am sure you have noticed. Especially after I bought a pair of orange lacy shoes. Who does that? I guess I just felt the orange coming on. Orange you glad I didn't post a pic of them..... yeah, that was me, trying to be funny. I hope you didn't fall off your chair laughing. I think I need a drink....I'm going no where tonight.

Good sup's tonite:
Homemade oven fries
Denver Sandwich...ham, egg, onion, and green pepper..forgot to buy mushrooms..shit.
Baked halved tomatoes ..with mozz and parm...and a little basil sprinkled on them.

Apparently it is the rainy season here in July. God changed his mind, instead of giving it to the West Coast where it belongs, he decided that Manitoba, the heart of the continent needs to be wetter than a wee babies diaper.

You know the halved tomatoes with mozz and parm on them we were having for supper?.... the cheese was okay, but, biting into a hot piece of wiggly, mushy tomato was not my idea of a good time. I hold "Simply Recipes" responsible for this fiasco. The only thing I did differently was .. I didn't add whole leaves of carefully folded basil on them. And it tasted like shit anyway. I don't know about youse guys, but I don't like basil very much... just a teeney weenie pinch...and I'm good. I know a lot of people love it with veggies etc....but it makes me gag. On the other hand I could put Oregeno on ice cream... I like it so much. So, I guess it just a matter of taste.

It's Strawberry Picking time again.


I'm popping a few of them in my mouth right now, to take away the taste of those tomatoes and ugggggggly basil. They are sooooo sweet and so soft. They almost melt in your mouth. I bought them at our local Market Garden. I'd go go out a pick them, in the "U Pic Fields" but I'm too lazy. The last time I did that...about 6 years ago, I got overheated and almost passed out. And puked for a few hours. It's a good thing I'm not a farmer, a farmer would not have worn a black hoodie with a tee shirt underneath that, along with black sweat pants and socks to pick berries. But that was the year those MF'N yellow jackets were out, and kept on stinging me. My feet and hands were so swollen I could hardly move, so I thought I would play it safe....and overdress and fall on my face. Story of my life man. I can't ever seem to get it right. No matter how old you get, there is always something you don't know, even if you have google.

Blogger says no spell checker for me tonight...sorry.