Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

Where a Bitch loses her mind

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Oh holy fucking shit, I did not realize that stupidity and stereotypes followed me to Bum-fuck-Nowhere in the Badlands of the sprawling Northwest.


I've learned the following, all from a skinny "Perfect Princess" twat who wouldn't know what manners, morals, or a soul would be if it reared up and bit her in her flat ass:

Fat people are lazy.

Fat people sneak food into public bathrooms, all for the sake of eating... in the bathroom.

Fat people are fat to be fat. There are no underlying reasons (depression, anxiety, etc) for the extra weight, there is nothing wrong with them, they're just fat and they like to be fat.


Also, cutters? They cut because they're stupid. They're just stupid people who don't have anything else to do, so they cut. Depression, ment
al disorders, PTSD, none of that could lead to cutting. Nope, cutters are just stupid people.


I wanted to rip her spine out through her nose and beat her over the head with it.


I've imagined ripping her spleen out through her mouth just to make myself feel better.



Husband had surgery 3 weeks ago and has been home ever since. He's not scheduled to go back to work for 2 more weeks. On one hand, I'm glad he's listening to his doctor and not going to work too early but on the other? I'm losing my mind with not having any alone time.

I can't blog too much because he wants to know what I'm doing. If I'm reading, he wants to know what I'm reading. If I go to the bathroom, he taps on the door to tell me he has something interesting for me to see when I get out. I think he's bored out of his mind.
And the house is a mess. I get it if he feels too crappy to move around but he can still tell the teenagers that live here to clean. I'm going to have to make another "bitch list" this weekend for the boys to read every day so they are reminded to clean up.




The hubs and I are going through a "dry spell" he's been working long hours out of town. He leaves well before dawn and is home really late. Lots of overtime, except he's on salary for a tiny, shit-ass company which means they can squeeze all the overtime they want out of him and not really compensate him in any way. And, because it's a smaller company they fit through a loophole that allows it.
That on top of a huge pay cut last year, reduced health benefits and having to work around jackasses constantly - is why he's now looking for another job.


This whole damn week has been for the fucking birds if you ask me. I have either been in bed moaning in pain, or dealing with more crap than I care to think about. I'm just pissy and bitchy, and rather than spew crabby all over your computer monitor, I think I will just hit publish and go to bed.

The fastest way to their heart is not their stomach... but close!

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I love to cook. No joke, I love making food and watching people I care about eat everything I've made. I don't like the clean up.

My favorite thing to make is pasta sauce. I use it for all my pasta, and even my homemade pizza. I have been known to reheat a bowl of it, grab a few hard rolls, and dip the chunks of bread in it like it's tomato soup. Healthy? Probably not. But damn good.

I buy either organic tomato sauce and paste, or Contadina brand. If I'm really lucky, I get some homemade sauce and paste from friends of mine who garden.

Get the smallest cans of each (I cannot remember the proper ounce measurements). For each can of sauce, add half a can of water. For each can of paste, add three cans of water. Spices. A touch of sugar. Meat of your choice (ground reindeer is rather tasty if I say so myself).

Combine everything in the pot. Bring to a slow boil. Reduce the heat and let it simmer for two hours (or more if you like it thick). Serve it up, and watch it disappear!

Or, you know, if you don't like pasta, don't make it. I'll never know!