Merry Christmas, fellow idiots! First thing this morning, my wife was in contact with a childhood friend who smoked several Boston Butts and had one left over. She got dressed like a mad woman and flew out of here to go pick it up. Now her car and the whole house smells incredible. Going to pick up my son from his grandparents in a few hours then hurry back to catch the rest of the Saints game. The rest of the children will be filing in at some point tonight and tomorrow. I hope everyone got just what they wanted and has a safe (i'm looking at you RoTN) and happy holidays.
Great-smelling Christmas potpourri (use any or all ingredients): 1 sliced up orange a few rosemary twigs 3 cinnamon sticks 1 cup of cranberries 1 teaspoon of vanilla 1 tablespoon maple syrup Simmer on low in small pot with 2 cups of water, add water as it evaporates. Smells amazing.
This reminds me of the intercut scene on The Sopranos showing the difference between Tony and Furio making dinner for themselves. ...now you go through pains to make a good meal for yourself but you’re a disgrace to the art that is potpourri.
The rib roast was a success! I was so proud of myself that I ate too much, and now I feel like I’m gonna die from the sweats.
These breadsticks are merely a vehicle for the roasted garlic (avocado) butter. Merry Christmas y'all !
Hold up..there are sangria rules? Merry Christmas friends! Husband popped hot for the Rona so this has been the weirdest Christmas ever.
Merry Christmas! I know a lot of your got a nice dumb of snow too! Jealous of that white Christmas feeling.
I wear white year round. The Husband hates it. Says he feels like he can’t touch me when I wear white clothes.
You know it. he just doesn’t want to get me dirty. If I wear white jeans he won’t touch my ass, he doesn’t want to leave a handprint. white shirt? Holds his beard in before he gives a kiss, in case he has anything and smudges me. Honestly I wish he was as careful when I wear pink.
This is kind of cool. I have a new roomie, he's in his early 30's, kind of reminds me of my boy, and he's about to enter the police academy. Good guy. He's also into guns and we're going shooting tomorrow. Like me, he abhors the idea of an indoor range (I've never been, never will), he knows of a place (I've heard of it, but never actually gotten directions) in the desert where we can blow off a few rounds. He's got an -06 and a .22, I'm going to bring my Judge, Kimber 9, and RIA AR frame 12 ga and about 1000 rounds. It should be fun. At the very least I'll get the RIA broke in to where it can cycle sub 1300fps and loosen the slide on the Kimber a bit. I'm stoked.
Wait... are you still living with Crazy? I just realized that I haven't heard any crazy Crazy Christmas stories this year...
Yep, still there. There's been plenty of new stories, I just haven't told them. For example: Yesterday he bitched at me when I came out of my room for not leaving the door open all the way, I only opened it about 80%. I've just become so numbed to the insanity that I don't even bother to mention it anymore. For the record, I have no idea why he decided the door should be open 100%. Honestly he shouldn't even be going into my room, but whatever. Three years ago I was getting this place cheap, and now I'm paying the same amount...I'm getting it at half the going rate for the area, so I just shrug and deal with it. I'm living cheaply and can afford to buy property, guns, ammo and whatever toys I want....dealing with this shit over the past 6 years put me in the position I am now where I can not worry if my unemployment is approved right away and have the savings to keep going for awhile. It is what it is.
The sad thing is I lived here when things were just about that easy. Drive about a mile out of town. Pull over. Start blasting. Now those areas are mini malls and if you start shooting a mile out of town, someone's going to get all sorts of excited.