Gya After. LOL
Gya After. LOL
I ain't gonna be nice just coz Country Momma said so. I'm gonna be professional, ethical and a high performer as usual. But I will not participate in sideways plotting, bamboozling, asskissing or trickery. It just ain't me.
I ain't gonna stop grinding til i got rubberband wads in the wall safe.
I ain't gonna let anyone down for ThanksGrubbing. I already have some new stuff planned on the menu, like a crown roast of beef stuffed with red rice and yam pilaf. If you can get down like Wendy (see below) holla then. IF you find yourself invited, then consider yourself lucky. However, if you have flaked on Empress Lee and myself, don't even think of a repeat invitation
But if you've nowhere to go...you are welcome.
The menu will be at least 8 items that I will blog after Halloween.
I ain't gonna stop smiling coz my boyfriend still reaches for my hand in a dead sleep and mutters bebe...I'm luuuuucky.
I ain't gonna forget all the Momma's I got and the more Momma's who keep "adoptin' " me at work. I'm sooo lucky.
I ain't gonna stop.
not just yet.
So...I google Julian's name and a recipe comes up.
Bwaa hahahha. of course the original kibby is vegan or vegetarian. but that's the funniest thing i've seen all day. Bwaa hahhaha.
Last Saturday I was visiting my manager at the hospital because he had some pancreatic issues. I'm happy to report he's doing well and up and about. All I gotta say is if I drive all the way to Surprise to visit from Tempe. That's love.
So as I'm leaving the hospital I get a call from Mr. Man indicating that he would like to invite a few people to dinner in addition to the famous Wendy Lee. I said sure no problem, what would you like? He said Asian. So I stopped at my favourite Asian joint and picked up the groceries, prawns, lumpia wrappers, a few liters of sake and bottles of soju...Then I went home and threw down and in an hour and a half i had 5 dishes and steamed rice. Voila!
The best part is...sitting together saying grace and laughing over food...then Wendy coming later on and getting her plate and chat and catch up on. The cool part is...I can still cook all this food in 90 minutes flat without any help and the kitchen stays pristine.
Sidenote: I will be throwing down for Worm's party/benefit. Look out for that kids.
My little sister must stop buying costumes for her pound puppies...
Coz then Marley started trippin' and runnin in Circles
But Max was happy coz he didn't have to wear one this year. haha
And dressing dogs as hotdogs ain't funny. hahhahah. yes it is.
Corporate High Waters
I tell you what. Fellas. when you get dress pants make sure they fall to the back of your heel and not above your heel. Why do so many men where nasty old highwater pants? I tell you what it's really sad to see a goodlooking man with his pockets bunched up like Urkel and his pants all high like he's gonna walk in some water.
First of all Guys. try on your pants, if they are short that doesn't work. Julian and I select his pants long and then take them to be altered by a seamstress (We love you L)...when we show up it's with a pair of dress shoes and he tries them on and adjusts them to touch about a quarter inch above the back heel with the front resting on top of his foot. Don't even try to think you can tug and tug (it won't work). Don't think that anyone notices (they do). Don't think no one questions the taste of your wife - (they do)
Quit Playin' you know that ain't right!
Sometimes I'm forced to be in a social environment in which I have to talk, associate or work professionally with various women (and men). It really turns my stomach to have to sit there and keep my straight ass face and try to have a conversation. Because no matter how many times I try to blink, my invisible hoe goggles cannot be shed.
Look, I try to get beyond myself and say inside,"have tolerance and patience for the struggle of others" and then that gangsterism kicks in on the other side of my head and it's like,"shuttup, you know hoes ain't strugglin' except to pull the boxspring out their back." Bwaaa hahhaha.
Grinders such as myself with a high tolerance for pain, a 60 hour per week grind and incidental obligations. Sittin there with that fake look of innocence on your face. Bleahphwoaaaaaphtphtpht (that's my dry spitting clearing the dirty taste out of my mouth sound effect)
But even more horrible, is the prideful hoe. The one that thinks she's soooo HOT. and she's really soooo NOT. Bwaa hahaha. My godbrother said,"I can't stand that HOE..." I asked why. and he said, "Coz she's got a pushed in face and acts like she can get anyone she wants" I said she acts like that coz she can't get anything...not even at the checkout line kid.I mean really. I try...but I just can't get over that disgust. No matter what I do I cannot "UNSEE" the fault and stank of a garden tool. Putrescence.