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Thursday night in small-town Kansas

Who wants to hear all about my day??  I think probably no one.  BUT, a certain friend (Barbie+Skipper=BFF) seems to think you all enjoy reading about my boring life.  Lately I’ve been trying to think of interesting/newsworthy/controversial/etc. subjects to write about, but as you may have noticed, I’m not having much luck.  So until I can come up with the perfect subject, you’re stuck with me.  I guess if I think about it, most of the daily journals I read and love are pretty much about daily life.  My life is just much more boring than most. 

 

For instance.  Today I got up at 6:00 (thanks to my bladder and the dogs) and because Greg “made” the bed while I was in the bathroom, I stayed up.  I made coffee with the new coffee I bought yesterday, which turned out to be beans – no where on that bag did it say beans.  So I got my little mini chopper out (the one Walmart sells on Black Friday for $5.00) and tried it out.  It did alright, but not great.  Guess I’ll have to borrow Erin’s Magic Bullet so I can grind the rest of the beans.  And what else?  I watched the early news for a change.  I took a nap (can you BELIEVE IT?)  yadda yadda yadda.  The kids are coming over tonight for supper.  In fact, Erin should be here any minute!  I’m sortof experimenting – stir frying onions, bell peppers, and mushrooms, then throwing in some Turkey Kielbasa.  Also cooking whole wheat pasta with Ragu Spaghetti Sauce.  Throw it all together, and hopefully I’ve got something that tastes good and is low in WW Points.  I’ll like it, cuz I like all those things, but Greg may not want seconds.  Oh well.  It won’t hurt him to eat something healthy for a change.  That man has never even had his cholesterol checked – in fact I’m pretty sure the last time he saw a Dr. was when he cut his finger off in 1976.  If he had some sort of serious health problem, he’d probably just as soon not know about it anyway.  (note to self – check to make sure life insurance is paid up)    

 

So, Erin showed up and I quit writing so I could fix supper.  It turned out very nicely.  Everyone liked it but Greg (see above).  Now we’re all sitting around watching TV and having a toddy.  Toddy is a funny word.  We don’t usually refer to liq as a toddy, but some friends of ours do.  And since it’s evening, and technically we’re having an after-dinner drink, I suppose Toddy applies.  Whatever.  We won’t be able to have too many, cuz we’ll be out of Lord Calvert soon.  Looks like we’ll be making a trip to the Liq tomorrow.  (Ang – maybe we’ll come see ya!) 

 

You wanna know what my favorite thing about Thursdays is?  The local paper comes on Thursdays.  That means we all get to sit around and talk about all the people we read about in the paper!  How sad is that?  Well what else are you gonna do on a Thursday night in small-town Kansas?

Comments

(Anonymous)

a couple things

We'll probably not bump into each other at the Liq -- my man went last night to get margaritas. However, if you go Saturday,we may see each other -- we'll be going there for beer!

I have a recipe for Chicken Lo Mein that has stir fry veggies, grilled chicken w/soy sauce, and wheat linguini. It's good for WW points.

Also, did you read about my grandma in the paper?

--Ang

(Anonymous)

The local paper's here! The local paper's here!

My mother lives for Wednesday since that is when the local paper comes out here. She sits down with a nice hot cup of tea and the phone, so she can call the neighbors and diss who got got a DUI and who got arrested for smacking their wife.

(Anonymous)

The local paper's here! The local paper's here! - Part Deux

Oh yeah...the comment above is from me, Dirk.

This one too.

Mad cow!

I made news in the local paper this week. The accident report claims that I "struck" a cow after the cow ran out into the road! Come on people, get the shit straight1 The cow broadsided me. Yep, I was t-boned by a cow. No pun intended.
p.s. The cow is okay, I'm okay, my car-not okay. The only thing left at the scene of the accident was a pile of poop. Cow poop, I just pee'd myself.