Things that start with 'F'

2006-01-24T13:51:00.000-08:00

Freak of the Day:
Leslie Moonves, left, President and CEO of CBS Corporation, Barry Meyer, center, Chairman and CEO of Warner Bros. Entertainment, and Dennis FitzSimons, Chairman and CEO of Tribune Company, react to questions during a press conference after announcing the creation of the CW Television Network, New York, Tuesday Jan. 24, 2006. The CW network will combine current networks the WB and UPN and begin operations in the fall. (AP Photo/Bebeto Matthews)

Food for Thought: I always find it funny that this recipe shows up when I go to my GMail spam account.

SPAM BREAKFAST BURRITOS

Recipe By     :
Serving Size  : 6    Preparation Time :0:00
Categories    : Main Dish                        Breakfast

 Amount  Measure       Ingredient -- Preparation Method
--------  ------------  --------------------------------
  1       cn           SPAM Luncheon Meat, cubed
                       -(12 oz)
  4                    Eggs
  2       tb           Milk
  1       tb           Butter or margarine
  6                    Flour tortillas (6")
  1       c            Shredded Cheddar cheese,
                       -divided
  1       c            Shredded Monterey Jack
                       -cheese, divided
                       CHI-CHI's Salsa to Taco
                       -Sauce

 Heat oven to 400'F. In bowl, beat together SPAM, eggs,
 and milk. Melt butter in large skillet; add egg
 mixture. Cook, stirring, to desired doneness. Fill
 each tortilla with SPAM mixture and half of cheeses.
 Roll burrito; place seam side down on 12x8" baking
 dish. Sprinkle remaining cheese over top of burritos.
 Bake 5-10 minutes of until cheese is melted. Serve
 with salsa.

French Phrase du Jour: "Vas te faire foutre!"
This is used when someone is pissing you off. Basically it means "Go fuck yourself!" Literally, it means, "Go get fucked."

FORMERS
Formers are things that have already happened. Former friends, former boyfriends...blahblah...etc., etc. This has become more commonly known as an "ex-" whatever. Today, I finally went to class after having the flu for several days. Linguistics flew by without much incident (since I hadn't really done the homework since I was sick...) and then I went to choir in the afternoon. I show, expecting to see basically the same choir from last semester since only a few people said they needed to drop the course. Suprisingly, only five or so remained. Everyone else was knew. So we did introductions with names, where we were from, and our majors, etc. We got to the second to the last second soprano when something familiar struck me about her. I wasn't quite sure what it was. Her short, spiky blonde hair wasn't it...I'd never known someone with a haircut like that. It wasn't the fact that she was a bit tiny and kind of short, I've known plenty of short people. Something about the face...I had seen it before.

"I'm Naree...I just transferred from Michigan this semester...not the University of Michigan, Ferris State. I'm a freshman majoring in Elementary Ed. and I'm from Edgerton. Oh, sorry, my last name is Vincent." Naree Vincent.

OMG.

Okay, this doesn't mean anything to you. Not yet. I'll explain. Way back in the eighth grade I had this friend Helen. She was this massively great swimmer (she still is today, she's on a scholarship). She was dating this guy from Edgerton (we lived in Milton, only about six miles south) who was on the same junior swim team that her mom coached. So, that year for her birthday she invited me, a girl or two from school, and a couple people from the swim team. Including this guy, RJ (Robert blahblah Junior), who was Helen's boyfriend's best friend. He was a total dork. And yet, so, so, cute. Long story short...RJ and I hooked up. We dated through the spring until it was mutual that we break up since we were only 14 and couldn't drive so we couldn't see each other.

After that he dated Helen (her bf had moved to Michigan) and set me up with his cousin...from Ohio. Side comment: What the hell? I live in Wisconsin? Six miles was two far...you think Ohio is gonna fix the problem?

The next spring, my freshman year, I was going through a rough semester. My quarter grades came back and they weren't so hot. My half-brother turned 1, and my stepmom was turning into a bitch. So I hopped online one night at my dad's. And RJ was on. We chatted for a while. I briefly talked about suicide and he deterred me. What he doesn't know is that I was talking to him under another screen name as a friend of myself. He basically told my "friend" that he was bullshitting his way through talking me down because he didn't really care and he didn't want to get back together because he had found another girl that he liked. A certain Naree.

However...they didn't have a first anniversary until our senior year so he freaking beat around the bush for a long time. Anyways, the point is, RJ and I are still friends...ish. You know, we chat once in a while. But he gave me the impression that Naree is EXTREMELY possessive. I did once call him when I broke up with Frank (7-month fling junior year...lost my virginity to him...stupid bastard). It really pissed Frank off...he was in the school van with us. It was hilarious. We invited him over to watch TV. But he had to hang out with Naree's family.

Well, anyway, Naree and I gave each other weird looks. I don't know for sure if she recognized me...but I guess I'll find out some other time...

First Three 'F's

2006-01-19T15:09:00.000-08:00

FREAKS
It's derogatory to call someone a freak. It is. I know it, you know it...everyone in America knows it. But that's what I am. A Grade A, genuine freak. Some might call me a geek, some a nerd. But I know that the closest that really comes to it is "freak." However, I don't mind it so much when it doesn't really get in the way of life.
I am also dating a freak. Jon is not a bad freak though. Like the creepy kind that hangs around at Dunkin' Donuts on Saturday night with all of his weird, creepy friends. He's sweet. He cares about me, and about my ideas, family, life, etc. I care about his, too. Now it's just a wait for a fantastic engagement ring. That's if he manages to get a job, and get his life together before he graduates. Unfortunately, his mother is a bit of a snag. Nothing worse than bad in-laws. At least his dad and his stepmom are nice.
Other freaks? Well, there's plenty. We'll start with just my family in general. Most of the women in my family are medically depressed--including me. I'm on medication...still adjusting. Bit of the whole mood swing thing going on. I freaked on a girl at McDonald's in the drive-thru. And I was "weird" with Jon today. I sort of freaked on him. While working on setting this up. I needed some Photoshop help. And some coding help. He's into Java and HTML, and computers and stuff. I just like the web...and dolling.
Another contributing factor to my freakism: I play D&D. You know...Dungeons and Dragons. And not with people my age. I mean, Angie is my age. But it's with her parents and their friends. Some of them go to college with me. Or work on campus.
I know there are more freaks in the world. Maybe I'll find a new one everytime I write...

FOOD
I love food. I love to cook, I love to eat, I love to see people enjoy food, and there is nothing I enjoy more than a perfectly prepared desert. Most people know that there is such a thing as a "better than sex" desert. I'd believe it. It's nothing against Jon. I love him. I love, well, fornicating with him. But sometimes food is more satisfying.
I collect cookbooks. Sort of. I like getting cookbooks for gifts. I have a Better Homes and Gardens New Cookbook, the Whistle Stop Cafe Cookbook, and a few others. Ones on my wishlist on Amazon include The Redwall Cookbook, and Witch in the Kitchen.
Maybe I'll find a new recipe everytime i write too. Or maybe write my own.

FRENCH
Yep, I was on of the dorks that took French instead of Spanish in high school. But at least I continued it in college. I passed out of three classes and got a bunch of retrocredits for it. I still enjoy all things French, despite what my fellow countrymen might think of the French. I love the language. It's so beautiful. I wish Jon would learn it....but nooooooo. He has to take Spanish. Blah.

Freak of the Day:
Well, these two idiots are freaks. Why? They're cheerleaders. They were in a bar brawl. Apparently this bar brawl began because another patron expressed concern that the two were having sex in a bathroom stall. Check out the full story on Yahoo! News.

Food for Thought: PopTarts
Seems simple. I think not.
1. Get box from cupboard.
2. Open box. Now, if it's a new box you might need to pull a little harder--NO! Don't rip it. Just slide you fingers under the unglued part. Now gently pull up. There you go. Good Job.
3. Pull one of the packets out of the box.
4. Set the packet on the counter.
5. Retrieve a toaster and a plate. Don't skip this step. Both are crucial to the making of the PopTarts.
6. Set plate down near toaster and place poptart packet near toaster and plates. Now examine the toaster. Do you see the lever on the side? And the two slots on top? Those are important. Remember those. Do you see the plug, on the cord? Yeah? Is there an outlet nearby? Yeah? Plug it in, dumbass.
7. Is there a small dial on the toaster? If there is, turn it down to 2 or 3.
8. Now, pick up the packet and open it. Be careful not to damage the fragile, delicious pastries on the inside. Maybe you should use a scissors...
9. Do you remember the slots in the toaster we talked about before? Yeah, you do? Okay, put the poptarts in those. No....just one in each. Yeah, there you go.
10. Now is when that lever comes in. Remember that? Yeah, press that down.
11. Now wait. Has it popped yet? No? Now? No? Now? Oh, okay. There. They popped.
12. Be careful! They're hot! Now, grab that plate with your weaker hand. You're going to want your dominant hand for quick reflexes.
13. Grab that first poptart and quickly put it on the plate. Which one is first? I dunno...the left one.
14. Grab the second one and set it on the plate. Got it? Did you burn yourself? No? Good!
CONGRATULATIONS! You've just made poptarts.

FRENCH PHRASE DU JOUR: "Ne reveillez pas le chat qui dort."
The meaning? "Let sleeping dogs lie." Literally it means "Don't wake the cat that sleeps." I know this is a bad idea. I've waken Mia, one of my felines, before. Not pretty. I had scratches for a week.