Sawmill Gravy on the Side Please
So I've not been blogging for awhile....your loss.
For the last few months the lovely Brook and I have been co-habitating. It occurs to me I've not really taken the time to tell you, my faithful readers, all about our apartment.
First off it's on the second floor, which also happens to be the top floor. Very few two floor structures out there in the world with elevators and our building is no different. Now in day to day life that's not any particular problem.
The thing is though, we are as yet without a washing machine and dryer. The Lovely Brook owns in the neighborhood of one million articles of clothing. She works days and I normally work evenings....so do the math and 1 plus 1 equals JeffRey tackling Mount Laundry.
Now I've explained a whole other set of issues with the laundromat in a different posting. You may read it at the following:
http://crazyleftist.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-saw-this-face-looking-down-at-me-and.html
So after my battle over morality with the laundromat ends, I must carry enough clothing to fill a Gap catalog up a couple of flights of stairs. Yeah...sucks.
Oh, and our building, which is made up of four apartments, always smells of chicken-fried steak. I don't know who's doing the breading and frying of that Grade A U.S.D.A Choice Beef, but I can smell it all around. I try to counter by frying up a pound of bacon and making one of those Elvis sandwiches. You know, the one where you hollow out a loaf of bread, dump in a jar of jelly and a jar of peanut butter and then layer on a pound of bacon. I'm told they were designed to feed 8 people, but ol' Elvis Aron could apparently adios one on his own. And that was probably with a handful of quaaludes having just gone down his gullet.
Anyway, the bacon smell lingered for awhile, but nothing can face down chicken-fried steak. You top that off with some flour gravy and you've got a recipe for freedom.
Oh, speaking of which, the Senate failed to pass on an Amendment to the Constitution of the "United" States of America which would have outlawed the burning of the American flag.
In an totally unrelated story, the United States recently draped an American flag over a dead serviceman or woman for the 2,500th time. Happily enough the soldier will enjoy services in a place of worship which will never be faced with the shame of hosting a same-sex marriage.
[Editor's Note: Is it just me, or has the author taken a slightly darker path than the beginning of this post might have indicated?]
It is not just you Mr. Lapham.
Quite a bit has happened since I last blogged, and frankly I'm too disappointed to make extensive comment on...well, any of it really. So here's some word association.
Senate Vote on Flag Burning --- This piece of shit was only one vote from passing the Senate?
Senate Vote of Gay Marriage Amendment --- It's awful early in the year for the GOP to blow their wad on this one, don't you think?
U.S. out of the World Cup --- Well no shit! Do you think a company other than good ol' American Coca Cola would have ranked the American's 5th? Four shots and only one goal scored by our guys. That shit would get you shot in South America.
Democrats bicker over Iraq policy --- Holy Fuckin' Shit! Somebody sit John Kerry's ass down!
Mexican mechanic Manuel Uribe loses 200 pounds... --- ...from his 1,200 pound body! Ay Caramba!
Obama courts evangelicals and urges other Democrats to do the same. --- Oohhhh....I feel a pounding in my head.
Anyway, back to the apartment. I like it. I love living with Brook. She's the first lady friend I've lived with, and the first I ever wanted to live with. Yes, friends, your ever dutiful author has found himself embraced in loving bliss.
Sysco T. Dogg still makes himself the focal point of our lives. He further mystifies us by choosing dark corners or the shadows of various pieces of furniture as his places of slumber. Sleep incidentally, makes up about 18 hours of Sysco's day. The rest is a blend of eating, drinking, peeing and pooping.
That's my special little boy.
Oh, and I'd like the hashbrowns smothered, chopped, diced and covered. Thank you
JeffRey
For the last few months the lovely Brook and I have been co-habitating. It occurs to me I've not really taken the time to tell you, my faithful readers, all about our apartment.
First off it's on the second floor, which also happens to be the top floor. Very few two floor structures out there in the world with elevators and our building is no different. Now in day to day life that's not any particular problem.
The thing is though, we are as yet without a washing machine and dryer. The Lovely Brook owns in the neighborhood of one million articles of clothing. She works days and I normally work evenings....so do the math and 1 plus 1 equals JeffRey tackling Mount Laundry.
Now I've explained a whole other set of issues with the laundromat in a different posting. You may read it at the following:
http://crazyleftist.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-saw-this-face-looking-down-at-me-and.html
So after my battle over morality with the laundromat ends, I must carry enough clothing to fill a Gap catalog up a couple of flights of stairs. Yeah...sucks.
Oh, and our building, which is made up of four apartments, always smells of chicken-fried steak. I don't know who's doing the breading and frying of that Grade A U.S.D.A Choice Beef, but I can smell it all around. I try to counter by frying up a pound of bacon and making one of those Elvis sandwiches. You know, the one where you hollow out a loaf of bread, dump in a jar of jelly and a jar of peanut butter and then layer on a pound of bacon. I'm told they were designed to feed 8 people, but ol' Elvis Aron could apparently adios one on his own. And that was probably with a handful of quaaludes having just gone down his gullet.
Anyway, the bacon smell lingered for awhile, but nothing can face down chicken-fried steak. You top that off with some flour gravy and you've got a recipe for freedom.
Oh, speaking of which, the Senate failed to pass on an Amendment to the Constitution of the "United" States of America which would have outlawed the burning of the American flag.
In an totally unrelated story, the United States recently draped an American flag over a dead serviceman or woman for the 2,500th time. Happily enough the soldier will enjoy services in a place of worship which will never be faced with the shame of hosting a same-sex marriage.
[Editor's Note: Is it just me, or has the author taken a slightly darker path than the beginning of this post might have indicated?]
It is not just you Mr. Lapham.
Quite a bit has happened since I last blogged, and frankly I'm too disappointed to make extensive comment on...well, any of it really. So here's some word association.
Senate Vote on Flag Burning --- This piece of shit was only one vote from passing the Senate?
Senate Vote of Gay Marriage Amendment --- It's awful early in the year for the GOP to blow their wad on this one, don't you think?
U.S. out of the World Cup --- Well no shit! Do you think a company other than good ol' American Coca Cola would have ranked the American's 5th? Four shots and only one goal scored by our guys. That shit would get you shot in South America.
Democrats bicker over Iraq policy --- Holy Fuckin' Shit! Somebody sit John Kerry's ass down!
Mexican mechanic Manuel Uribe loses 200 pounds... --- ...from his 1,200 pound body! Ay Caramba!
Obama courts evangelicals and urges other Democrats to do the same. --- Oohhhh....I feel a pounding in my head.
Anyway, back to the apartment. I like it. I love living with Brook. She's the first lady friend I've lived with, and the first I ever wanted to live with. Yes, friends, your ever dutiful author has found himself embraced in loving bliss.
Sysco T. Dogg still makes himself the focal point of our lives. He further mystifies us by choosing dark corners or the shadows of various pieces of furniture as his places of slumber. Sleep incidentally, makes up about 18 hours of Sysco's day. The rest is a blend of eating, drinking, peeing and pooping.
That's my special little boy.
Oh, and I'd like the hashbrowns smothered, chopped, diced and covered. Thank you
JeffRey
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