Saturday, March 23, 2013

Need Good Music

I'm tired of a lot of things right now, and I need something to lift meup.

That oughta do it.


And then, if you have school aged children, start taking a long, hard look at what it will take to get them out of the publik skool sistim.

The Seven Lesson Schoolteacher, by John Taylor Gatto.

Because I can guarantee that the damage done to them if they remain in that sistim will be almost impossible to reverse.

Lazy Day today

I've taken out the trash, done some cleaning, and I'll be picking up after the dogs in the yard later.  In the afternoon, choir practice.  But all in all, I'm not going to do much of anything.


Friday, March 22, 2013

To quote that great philosopher...

...Ron White - You ever take a shit so big your pants fit better afterwards?

There comes a point where you finish dropping the kids off at the pool, and when you stand up you realize you have produced an object that can only qualify as HAZMAT.  Nothing that looks or smells like that should ever come out of a normal human body.  And as the dogs were frantically throwing themselves at the front door in an effort to escape the stench, I took solace in the fact that they cannot verbalize the torture I just put them through, and thereby gain the Ragin' Mrs' wrath through their squealing.

I figure they'll wake up in a moment or two.  Maybe.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Today's schedule

Wake up.
Go running.
Go to work.
Feel my soul decay for hours.
Go home.
Practice for Easter Mass (I'm singing in the choir, the poor fools)
Come home.
Eat Dinner.
Go to bed.

Wash, rinse, repeat for the next few days.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Saint Patrick's Day

Dinner was a corned beef, in a crock pot.  Quartered a red onion, placed the corned beef on top of the quarters, and then filled the crock pot with Guinness up to the bottom of the beef.

Mashed potatos with bacon and onion.

Irish beer bread.

Leeks, braised in the pan that we cooked the bacon in, de-glazed with Jameson's Irish Whiskey.

Gravy made with the liquid from the crock pot.

I'm so full, if I move wrong I might just pop.