Mac and Cheese

When I was a child (not a small one, that never was true) I thought to myself several times that when I grew up I would eat my favorite side dish everyday.  And of course that side dish was Macaroni & Cheese.  Somehow in my adulthood I haven’t been able to keep that promise to myself.

Not for lack of trying...

As time has marched on Macaroni & Cheese has changed.  When I was a really young child I remember primarily eating the powdered cheese mix style.  Later on in my childhood the cheese sauce packet style came into my life.  I’m not sure if this was linked to my parents’ financial situation or if it just was a product that hadn’t been made before…  Hmmm, I need to look up the history of mac and cheese when I’m done with this.

As I grew older and found out I could cook for myself the option for Macaroni & Cheese daily grew.  Luckily during my teen years my patience for cooking was lacking and they had finally built a McDonalds in my town so screw that boiling water.  Still relying on my mother for my fix meant that mac and cheese was a once a week thing.

Well, time passed.  Things like shells and cheese appeared.  Spirals and cheese.  EASY MAC!!!  And I controlled what I ate.  If I wanted Macaroni & Cheese everyday all I had to do was cook it myself and that could mean just add water and 3 minutes in the microwave!  MAC AND CHEESE EVERY DAY!!!

That didn’t quite happen.  I think I went through a phase where I ate some form of cheese and pasta four times a week.  But like anything you eat you can get burned out on mac and cheese.  I did and I’m back down to eating it maybe once a week.  And most of the time I make it I spruce it up with other things like bacon, hot sauce, broccoli, etc.  My childhood desire for Macaroni & Cheese everyday is under control.

Well, this helps me alot also...




2000+4 was a wacky year

Odd things happened that year.  Not good things, just odd things.  Thank God those clubs are all closed now and none of us are still dating those women!!!  1.9 megapixels!!!

Oh dear Lord.  I don’t think this could get worse.

Well it just did.


More pickling.

What happens when I’m lacking sleep and have random foods?

Sweet, demonic Sriracha. You shall burn me with love.

Well I just throw them together for another pickling project!

Pickle this M-Fers!

I’ll be in pain in a few days.


More Mr T.

My cat has a Facebook page.

Hank Blalock has his own Facebook page.  He hisses at me on it.  And he posts cat pictures and videos.


He’s scaring me.



Enough anger!

Here’s some Mr T!

Now I have the Mr T cartoon theme stuck in my head.


Thing Ring Do Your Thing!




My crappy week is not quite over…

Don’t worry I wasn’t going to starve.  There’s plenty of Ramen in my kitchen.  Heck, there’s plenty of Progresso in my kitchen too.  And I’m sure my roommate would let me have some of his food since all he eats are protein shakes and steroids now.

Well the fun experience of trying to cash my paycheck, it happens every two to three weeks.  It kinda sucks that the tellers know who you are and that there’s a good chance that the check you’re trying to cash will bounce.  It’s a flip of a coin on if I’m leaving with a smile or doing the slow, shameful shuffle out the bank door.  And at the end of that shuffle my cell phone comes out and I start calling my boss.

I did that again yesterday and luckily my boss was at work because she sure as heck doesn’t answer her cell phone when any of her employees call her.  This past week it took her 12 hours to respond back to a text I sent her about my check.  And that was the only one out of six texts I sent her that she responded to.

In the end she came by my apartment and gave me some cash and another check.  She then swore to me that I’ll be able to cash this new check on Saturday (today).  So if I can cash it I will have been paid 8 days late.  If not I at least have some money cause I’m out of caffeinated drinks.


Fake 7-Up is only meant for mixing with liquor.

And, yes, I hear it from my friends that I need a new job.  I agree, but there are reasons why I’m fighting through it.  And come the end of next week I’ll have a better idea about other crappiness in my life.  Then I can concentrate on what to do next work-wise.