Andy M.
Certified Pretend Chef
We always reclaim a bunch of our missing tupperware each time we visit our daughter.
We gladly give stuff to our Indian neighbors. Their custom is to never return a container empty! We get some tasty stuff.
We always reclaim a bunch of our missing tupperware each time we visit our daughter.
We gladly give stuff to our Indian neighbors. Their custom is to never return a container empty! We get some tasty stuff.
My rant might seem trivial to many, but to me is important. At one time, vulgar language was owned by persons who generally worked in hard-labor invironments, such as the military, contruction, and mostly by males. This has changed over the years. Our language speaks to the world what kind of people we are.
One phrase in particular has bothered me for many years. That phrase is - "This sucks!"
I was in the military as a young man when I first heard it. But it wasn't in the truncated form that is spoken by the majority of our common society today. I knew the whole phrase, and at that time, when I hadn't yet chosen to be the man I am now, I swore and used vulgarities like a sailor. Then again, I was a sailor.
There are so many better ways to say that we don't like a situation than to use that phrase. In my opinion, when I have found myself using it, I have felt like I just dropped an f-bomb. I chose to improve my language, and quit using such phrases, and quit swearing almost forty years ago. It's a personal bar I set for myself. I just wish everyone would set a similar bar for themselves, not to be better than anyone else, just to be better.
There, I said it. I hope no one thinks I'm being preachy. That's not my intent. I just needed to take a stand against one of the many things that debase us.
Seeeeeeya; Chief Longwind of the North
I hear ya, RF. My Anchor Hocking glass food containers are the ones I definitely want back.
Last Thing That Made You Smile and Venting on a Happy Note, or something along those lines.My vent is that we need vents. Yeh, and sometimes we just need them.
Didn't we used to have a topic that was just the opposite of venting, but rather tried to lift each other up? I haven't seen any posts on it for so long that I can't even remember the name of it.
Seeeeeeya; Chief Longwind of the North
Now that's sound good!We gladly give stuff to our Indian neighbors. Their custom is to never return a container empty! We get some tasty stuff.
Maybe you just haven't been looking hard enough? It's been less than a week since Cheryl posted something in "Last thing that made you smile?"M...Didn't we used to have a topic that was just the opposite of venting, but rather tried to lift each other up? I haven't seen any posts on it for so long that I can't even remember the name of it...
.......Lesson learned, know the cooking properties of your fuel before you put expensive steaks over the fuel.
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Seeeeeeeya; Chief Longwind of the North
And never walk away from the grill, even for a minute. Those fat flare-ups happen so quickly. Glad to hear your ribs were such a success Chief, they sound really good.
Yep, you took the words outa my mouth. I do all the grilling, and keep the house phone out there with me. That way I can use the intercom mode to have Steve bring me something or check the oven. Never ever leave your grill!
Since my surgery, DH and I have our cell phones with us all the time. So we text each other when we need something, or just want to say I u
That sure works too GG. We aren't so modern though. We don't even have a clue how to text anyone. Thumb typing just isn't for me.
On my smartphone, the electronic keyboard anticipates sentences and supplies up to five words that I just have to tap on to put in a sentence. It took me a while to get DH to want and then buy a smartphone, but now he loves it. It's especially handy when he goes to the grocery store and has a question about something on my list
Now that's sound good!
I wish I had neighbors like that, but this being L.A. neighbors rarely associate with one another, and we've been living in this house for 25 years. We hardly know our neighbors beyond our immediate next door folks.