Something to think about...:-)
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
I Would Have Killed This Baking Competition
At the Brigden Fair they have all sorts of baking competitions.Including the carrot cake competition.
Look at this crap, though.
They judged the carrot cakes by taking a teeny tiny sliver.
Gah!
What's going on, people?
You can't try carrot cake with a tiny notch.
Whatev.
Grandma's would've kicked ass.
Monday, October 08, 2007
I'm Melting
Well, I usually don't like talking about my elders behind their backs, but today it seems that the man is giving me no choice.
Now that you know it's a man, people would assume that it's one of two people.
My father or Andrew Johnson. They generally are the two guys who drive me crazy most of the time.
They are bugging me, but for separate reasons (Dad for being irritating last night with the damn wooden wind chime, and Andrew for disregarding the sanctity of Turkey weekend).
But that's not my main annoyance.
No, no. That goes to the patriarch of the Rodgers, Tim Rodger.
The man is trying to smoke me out of his bungalow.
It started yesterday with my grandmother's wise, wise decision not to roast the turkey in the house seeing as how we are experiencing global warming at it's best with record temperatures.
So hot.
But temperatures inside rival those outside. Now my grandparents do have air conditioning. It's installed and it does work. I sensed my grandfather's resistance immediately when I politely suggested that he may think about turning the air up a touch seeing as we were about to be 11 in the house.
He didn't change it.
After several attempts to convince him that 75 degrees is unacceptable I found that I was losing. Badly.
Even my grandma was on my side, but the stubborn man refused to touch the thermostat.
And living with my father has only taught me that touching the thermostat is like committing murder.
In short, last night was hell.
Worst sleep ever.
Then I find out this morning that my grandfather closed the vent in the guest room I was staying in.
CLOSED THE VENT.
GAH!
He's lucky I love him, or else we'd have a really big problem.
Now that you know it's a man, people would assume that it's one of two people.
My father or Andrew Johnson. They generally are the two guys who drive me crazy most of the time.
They are bugging me, but for separate reasons (Dad for being irritating last night with the damn wooden wind chime, and Andrew for disregarding the sanctity of Turkey weekend).
But that's not my main annoyance.
No, no. That goes to the patriarch of the Rodgers, Tim Rodger.
The man is trying to smoke me out of his bungalow.
It started yesterday with my grandmother's wise, wise decision not to roast the turkey in the house seeing as how we are experiencing global warming at it's best with record temperatures.
So hot.
But temperatures inside rival those outside. Now my grandparents do have air conditioning. It's installed and it does work. I sensed my grandfather's resistance immediately when I politely suggested that he may think about turning the air up a touch seeing as we were about to be 11 in the house.
He didn't change it.
After several attempts to convince him that 75 degrees is unacceptable I found that I was losing. Badly.
Even my grandma was on my side, but the stubborn man refused to touch the thermostat.
And living with my father has only taught me that touching the thermostat is like committing murder.
In short, last night was hell.
Worst sleep ever.
Then I find out this morning that my grandfather closed the vent in the guest room I was staying in.
CLOSED THE VENT.
GAH!
He's lucky I love him, or else we'd have a really big problem.
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