Happy Birthday Randy Lisa says you're so handy You're such an awesome Father You do the chores and it's not a bother Hope your special day is sweet as candy!
Oh Randy you're so fine, you're so fine you blow our mind...hey Randy...you're fine and dandy. Oh Randy you're so fine, you're so fine you blow our mind...hey, Randy...you're oh so handy. Oh Randy you're so fine, you're so fine you blow our mind...oh Randy...you're sweet like candy!
On a personal note~ Mary Ellan?! You out there? I am curious about your plans in the next few days. I will wait a few minutes to see if you respond. :-)
The girls' Christmas pagent at Randy's church was Sunday. He dropped them off for practice Saturday morning and they all found out Emma was going to be an angel. When we went back three hours later, Mary was an angel, too.
She came home and told me, "Congratulate me, I'm an angel."
We wondered how she managed that! So I said something to one of the teachers after the pagent on Sunday. She told me that Mary had asked quite sincerely, "When I'm big as Emma will I get to be an angel, too?" So they found another costume for her.
Happy birthday Randy! You're a lucky guy - to be the father of 2 angels. Or 1 angel and the Archangel Machiavelli. Tonight we go to hear Catherine in concert playing the violin. I remember the first time we went to hear Molly, also after only 2 months of lessons, and how unprepared I was for how (ahem) not-melodic it sounded. I started laughing (silently) and found I couldn't stop until tears were running down my face. I'm sure people thought I was weeping sentimentally. I hope I don't do that tonight. Catherine - or Catie, as she now wishes to be called - has prepared me by playing her songs solo for me. Brian's gig at Sokol wasgood, although I think they were disappointed at the crown. There was a big heavy-metal, heart of darkness concert in Sokol Auditorium and Brian's band played in Sokol Underground. So Stevo dropped me off and went to park and I went into the wrong one, and it was packed with people with 27 face-piercings and shaved heaqds or spiked Mohawks, guys with no shirts on, guys with obscene shirts on, beers already flying around before the music even started. I wanderes around, fighting my way thru this crowd looking for Molly, and decided she would be near the stage so I went up there. Suddenly the curtains opened, a guy with shaved head except for a topknot of long dreadlocke coming out of the top of his head like snakes started roaring/screaming into his mike while the others played and flailed around, and here was middle-aged Church Lady in her matching maroon/pink corduroy outfit and nice little purse in the middle of the mosh pit. Prteey funny. I was laughing at first but by the time I got out of there, I was ready to snarl and kick a little. Stevo had much the same experience, but we finally met each other by the bar. When we figured out we were in the wrong venue, they actually gave us our money back (I think they thought we were aliens or narcs or something). We only missed the first song of Brian's set. They sounded good. Brian's a really good drummer. That's my funny, self-deprecating story for the day.
We saw "Little Miss Sunshine" last night...very good, I think you would all like it, but don't watch with kids especially teenagers...Randy will be in Omaha tonight so I have a caramel apple pie with walnuts for his B'day...Jayjacks are coming over also, we will sing and toast Randy.
We had delicious caramel-apple birthday pie at LaVelles last night and Randy showed us some of the churches he's working on as well as a vespers service he co-wrote with another composer. Talented guy, that birthday boy. Catie's violin concert was good - short and sweet and you could recognize the melodies. There was a guy there with a long white beard and Mia thought he was Santa. She walked over to him and was struck dumb, just stood there smiling. He just twinkled at her and said, "You're good, aren't you." Made her night. Mosh pits: It's fun having been there and escaped unhurt. Wouldn't go back. They're a place where young males with an excess of testosterone can go and jump against each other like young stags and peel off the veneer of civilization without actually doing much damage. (I did sort of shove back a couple times, all in fun, but it's no place for a lady.) The music, if you can call it that, just plain sucks. Good sideshow if you can take the decibels. Some day they'll all be in their fifties and hard of hearing. Stupid. Stevo's appalled at the idea of throwing a perfectly good beer, but the savage in him could probably understand chugging the beer and throwing the plastic cup. My question is, if you've embraced total nihilism in your early twenties, where do you go from there? Answer: Courtney Love. Don't go there.
Since we're having that German red cabbage (with vinegar, brown sugar, onions, apples, ground cloves, spices, etc.) I think the cattiatorre recipe may not be the best combination.
Randy also suggested a good German, chocolate cake (but not your regualr german choco cake) so I may attempt a yule log!
I will have to eat salad for a week to make up for this dinner.
Last spring all I wanted was chili and cinnabons for my birthday. I even made and froze the chili ahead of time so that it would be there at birthday time.
Jeez-now I won't be happy until I have cinnamon rolls and chili. Thanks a lot. Tom-maybe every now and then you could run a retro hot lunch special. Tater tot casserole or chili and cinnamon buns. I loved both.
If it's St. Joe hot lunch you have to have mashed potatoes and gravy as a side. Even if the potatoes are sweet potatoes. even if the main dish is tacos.
Ah the paradox. Bill as many hours as you like. The problem is collecting. I haven't had hot lunch goulash in decades. You know, elbow macaroni and hamburger and some kind of a tomato sauce.
I can't believe you never cook goulash. First boiled eggs, now this. Are you even from the same childhood? At least once a year I cook chili for our religious ed program. Every time someone asks, "Are we having cinnamon rolls?" with an excited, hopeful sparkle in their eyes. When I say no, the plain old chili becomes a bummer. Tom, I love the Lunch Lady idea. Somewhere in the promo, you could say, "Take it or leave it!"
Crispito recipe: fried meat burritto, smothered in cheese sauce from a can. Sprinkle a few gray hairs near the top, but be sure to cover them with more cheese so they'll be a suprise after the crispito is already half eaten.
What are you serving at the Bar Assoc. dinner? Have you done an ice sculpture this season, yet? A gavel would be good, or the scales! Mom,Dad and Joe are you all going? Mom must be running out of outfits, this is about their 5th fancy party!
There is a meteor shower tonight. You're supposed to be able to see over a hundred meteors an hour starting around 8 tonight and continuing until early Thursday morning.
All of the cafeteria lunches mentioned sound yummy - sans hair. I usually make tator tot casserole a couple times a year. I don't know how to make crispitos though.
I loved Taco day. Two hard shell tacos with a yummy lump-o-diarhea looking meat product...some weird sweet white sauce they gave you for dipping...a frosted cinnamon roll and buttered kernel corn. Mmm...so good! All this for $1.05!
Frank, If you grow your hair I bet you'll find a few grey ones you can pluck. St. Michael's had great lunches. Mae made homemade bread everyday. I also loved the rice pudding. Warm,sweet rice with warm raisins and cinnamon.
You can get flights to West Palm Beach out of Omaha about $30-40 cheaper than the flights out of Minneapolis. I saw some for $239. I am sure Mary or Cathy would happily take your fam to the airport.
Caitlin just finished finals!!! Studying and writing papers every night till 7am at the Notre Dame library...at Midnight on Monday everybody rushed out of the library, dorms, etc to watch the boys from Dahm hall play naked football! She said they are the "naughty" dorm! Cait said she was too busy to go watch!
Frank- you can probably substitute cat hairs for gray hairs.
I made my favortie comfort food, shepards pid, last night. But we put chunks of homemade sour dough bread in the bottom. Yummy! Andy had never had it until he met me, but now it's one of his favorites, too.
i had to be at work at 5:30 this morning, working with a field tech to move some equipment. i woke up at 5:12. i made it on time. i stink and need a shave, but i made it.
Nance, I haven't make the egg salad, as I too want to go through life without boiling an egg if possible. Plus, how do you boil just the whit part ot the egg?
Mary, it's sounds like Creighton did have a good game against Xavier. I hope they reward us for making a five hour drive with a "W". Did Caitlin think she did well on her finals?
Did JoeIII live in the naughty dorm? Sounds kinda gay to me, so I wouldn't be surprised.
Ellen, I want your recipe for shepards pie, but I won't be making any homemade bread. Hopefully store-bought will suffice. I'm sure I can supply cat hair though because our 10 year old cat, Pablo, is like a wooly wookie and we can't keep him off the counter tops so we get extra protein in all our food.
I, too, was wondering where Ed is. Surely you have a favorite hot lunch memory to share, or a healthy idea for what to do with the egg yolks once you spit them into a bowl.
I must be the only person in the world who doesn't associate cinnamon roles with chili. What are you people talking about? Here's another combo I never heard of before - spaghetti with applesauce. WHAT? When someone talks about that everyone in the room nods their head and smiles wistfully. I had finals this week, too, but alas, no naughty naked football. I missed out.
We usually do chili and corn bread... the cinnabun is a special thing.
I remember when we were growing up Dad talking about one of his favorite dinners from childhood: spaghetti with potato pancakes and perhaps applesauce. No wonder diabetes runs rampant in our family.
I made a Yule Log last night for Randy's birthday cake! It rolled without breaking, I'm so excited. At this point it could taste cruddy and I would still feel like I was a baking studette. (Diabetes scores another point!)
Everybody wants a piece of Ed to finish thier End of Year projects so that when they have thier final review they can say "look what I did" when in reality Ed did it for them.
On the German side of Stevo's family they all talk about "schmada" (or something like that) which is some fried-in-butter combination of noodles and potatoes. Maybe with cream. Hot lunches in Iowa always had grrrreat big cinnamon rolls on chili day. Yum. You could buy extras for a dime. I also remember corn bread with beans over it, and SOS. I guess that was before they started appeasing the fast-food-raised nation. Spagetti with applesauce. That must be a Pekin anomaly. At college, lots of students used to mix applesauce with cottage cheese at the salad bar. A couple of them used to have cottage cheese with catsup. It looked so appetizing.
And isn't it funny how kids run the gamut from not letting the different foods on their plate touch to mixing their cottage cheese with their applesauce, or their mashed potatoes with the canned peas (the only known way in the universe to render canned peas edible, by the way!)
You got my favorite meals from childhood mixed up. One was potato pancakes, applesauce and potato soup. The other was spaghetti, fish cakes and brown beans. Both were Friday meals. I'm salivating as I type this. Maybe you should correct this on the blog so that the others don't think Grandma Straub did not understand good nutrition.
Em- I don't even know if I made the shepards pie correctly, I just put in what I remembered it having from my childhood. I soaked the chunks of bread in milk and gravey. Then I browned hamburger and 1/2 an onion, mixed it with half a bag of frozen mixed veggies, gravy, salt and pepper, and some balsomic vinegar.
Cover that with garlic-y mashed potatoes, with some butter on top. I baked it in a covered casserole half way, then took the lid off to let the potatoes brown. I don't remember what I cooked it at, maybe 350, for probably about 45 minutes.
The girls probably have less misbehavior to confess. Second-graders have a little trouble comprehending the sinfulness of instinctive mob behavior like being mean to the class victim. They are more likely to offer a laundry list of not doing homework, horsing around in class, etc. - all violations of the incomprehensible adult code of conduct. Boys break more of those rules than girls do. Girls are also more socially adept and confident of their ability to survive a one-on-one with an authority figure. And yes - giggling is a defense mechanism. Haven't you noticed how women laugh and smile all through labor? (joke) All first Reconciliations are like that now. At ours we offered the choice of a traditional reconciliation room or three more public spots, but it doesn't seem to make too much difference to the kids - they go to the priest they like the best. Kids these days have very little of the sense of constant inadequacy (guilt) with which we were instilled by our beloved nuns. Now all our children are above average. Catholic guilt will soon be a thing of the past. Reconciliation is taught as a joyful sacrament of straightening things out and getting right. I kind of think second-graders are too young to get what sin is, beyond breaking the rules. But hey, what do women know about spirituality?
Last year there was a little girl who is from a family of five children all with different fathers. She started crying uncontrollably during her confession. I think it was the first time an adult male ever looked into her eyes, listened to her seriously and talked kindly to her.
I picked Father Howard. He looked like Kojak and he was an alcoholic. He was fine. Way better than Father Vincent...he was reaaaaaaaaaaaaally old, skrawny and scary looking.
Hey, any of you Church Choir participants ever heard of Marty Haugen? He's a popular church song writer. He was our choir director, for many years, at St. Bonaventure.
Any of you remember what YOUR First Confession was about? I do. I confessed that due to my jealousy over my friend, Ann Koopman's, ability to play the piano...I always pretended to NOT be interested in her playing.
What's the "Confessional type church music"? Does it sound like the March of the Storm Troopers from Star Wars? This is interesting. Days straight of mostly food stuff followed by Confession. Of course, in Catholic school, food could be penance too. Last time I went to confession I felt great. It's one conventional accepted way to temporarily (cause you start offending God all over again the second you're done) ditch the Catholic guilt. Tom-did you go to confession? I know that the opportunity for the parents is provided. You probably didn't out of consideration for everyone else (why make the ceremony an hour longer on your account).
Bythe way-I think all of you should go to confession before you commence holiday travel. St. Cecelia took out the confessionals years ago. I looked in one a while ago and they had some boxes stored in there. Nothing but a closet! In a lot of ways, the Church is leaving behind a lot of icons. It made me feel a little sad and old. I remember kneeling in there going over my well-edited and rehearsed list of transgressions. I could hear the murmer of the guy on the other end of the confessional going through his litany, then a pause, and a different toned murmer as the priest started working him over. Then WHOOSH the panel would slide open (it always startled me) and off I'd go.
See, Nance, your first confession was way more sophisticated than any of the boys would have been. Unless they hit someone over the head they wouldn't have perceived a sin taking place. I think good Confession music would be the Hungarian Rhapsody, the first sinister scary part that's all on the left side of the keyboard... "dum,dummmm...doom doommmm...dum, duh duh dummm...doom doommmmm...duh duh da duh, dum dummmm.....doom doommmm...." and then maybe after absolution, the happy, Bugs Bunny tripping merrily along throwing flowers part.
Tom, I agree that we should carefully allow women to be ordained. No sense allowing any arrogant, insensitive or troubled women to be ordained. Oh, wait... never mind.
He could be whipped. I'm fine widdat. Or maybe it's because he's done with school and gets to sit at home all day for the next 3 weeks. Either way I got my beer, and italian sausage papa johns pizza with extra sauce cut in squares and chicken strips with buffalo sauce and blue cheese dressing.
PAT PAT PAT, I carry out pizza for the first time in ages last night, too! I think it's 'cause all the parties and food, I'm just gonna have fun till new years! Beef, onion and green peppers! With beer, and then an hour later popcorn with butter and "The Devil Wears Prada" on video...and then an hour later a couple ginger bread men cookies (frosted in white chocolate!)!!! I never do this!
Fish cakes, brown beans and a pasta on the side...what a great combination. Tom that would make a great special during Lent! I think Lisa knows meal like that had NOTHING to do with diabetes in our family. Plus, we ate SO much healthier than all of our classmates. Never any processed foods, soda or store bought desserts. Now, what we brought for cold lunch back then, is the "in" healthy lunch now. Hard boiled eggs (we had individual salt and peppers) peanut butter sand. milk and fruit!
Caitlin was hanging out with ND player #6 and #92 at a party thursday night, she said of all the football players she has met, so far #6 Ray Herring is the nicest!
Does she handle money? If she's pretty and friendly, put her up front, where she can see the specials board. You can fill her full of republican ideals... John Edwards is running for pres.
I read that Vilsack could actually be bad for Iowa, if his numbers are strong in his home state, the other candidates will spend their time and money in New Hampshire
I know that waitressing ain't no stinkin' brain surgery...but, yah just can't be dumb. One needs to be an organized thinker, multi-tasker, able to handle money and do well under pressure...all this while being friendly, exceedingly thoughtful and possessing a keen ability to anticiapte a persons needs...whether it be a Guest or a co-worker. Not an easy job to do well. :-)
Yah, it ain't easy to kiss people's butt and cater to their every need/whim for a living...for less than minimum wage and hoping for a tip that may or may not come regardless of their dining experience. This being said...I, mostly, enjoyed taking care of people and making them feel pampered and special...sometimes entertained. However, once in a while I would look at the human form walking into my section and think, "Ugh...go away...I can't stand you...whoever you are..blech!"
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Would that be Randy?
Have a great Birthday!!!
Yes!
It's Randy. But the pheasant isn't tonite! It's his office party in Omaha. The bird will have to wait.
Happy Birthday Randy. Many happy returns.
Happy Birthday Randy! :-)
Happy Birthday Randy
Lisa says you're so handy
You're such an awesome Father
You do the chores and it's not a bother
Hope your special day is sweet as candy!
Oh Randy you're so fine, you're so fine you blow our mind...hey Randy...you're fine and dandy.
Oh Randy you're so fine, you're so fine you blow our mind...hey, Randy...you're oh so handy.
Oh Randy you're so fine, you're so fine you blow our mind...oh Randy...you're sweet like candy!
ok I saw Randy tonight...he was pretty fine, he did not blow my mind, but, hey he was Randy, and he was sort of dandy! Happy birthday Randy!
Ok...where's Randy?
Happy Birthday Randy! Do you get lots of Birthday/Christmas presents?
HI Randy. Happy Birthday. I hope your pheasant is pleasant.
On a personal note~
Mary Ellan?! You out there? I am curious about your plans in the next few days. I will wait a few minutes to see if you respond. :-)
Hi all!
The girls' Christmas pagent at Randy's church was Sunday. He dropped them off for practice Saturday morning and they all found out Emma was going to be an angel. When we went back three hours later, Mary was an angel, too.
She came home and told me, "Congratulate me, I'm an angel."
We wondered how she managed that! So I said something to one of the teachers after the pagent on Sunday. She told me that Mary had asked quite sincerely, "When I'm big as Emma will I get to be an angel, too?" So they found another costume for her.
She's a wiley one, that Mary.
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Happy birthday Randy! You're a lucky guy - to be the father of 2 angels. Or 1 angel and the Archangel Machiavelli.
Tonight we go to hear Catherine in concert playing the violin. I remember the first time we went to hear Molly, also after only 2 months of lessons, and how unprepared I was for how (ahem) not-melodic it sounded. I started laughing (silently) and found I couldn't stop until tears were running down my face. I'm sure people thought I was weeping sentimentally. I hope I don't do that tonight. Catherine - or Catie, as she now wishes to be called - has prepared me by playing her songs solo for me.
Brian's gig at Sokol wasgood, although I think they were disappointed at the crown. There was a big heavy-metal, heart of darkness concert in Sokol Auditorium and Brian's band played in Sokol Underground. So Stevo dropped me off and went to park and I went into the wrong one, and it was packed with people with 27 face-piercings and shaved heaqds or spiked Mohawks, guys with no shirts on, guys with obscene shirts on, beers already flying around before the music even started. I wanderes around, fighting my way thru this crowd looking for Molly, and decided she would be near the stage so I went up there. Suddenly the curtains opened, a guy with shaved head except for a topknot of long dreadlocke coming out of the top of his head like snakes started roaring/screaming into his mike while the others played and flailed around, and here was middle-aged Church Lady in her matching maroon/pink corduroy outfit and nice little purse in the middle of the mosh pit. Prteey funny. I was laughing at first but by the time I got out of there, I was ready to snarl and kick a little. Stevo had much the same experience, but we finally met each other by the bar. When we figured out we were in the wrong venue, they actually gave us our money back (I think they thought we were aliens or narcs or something). We only missed the first song of Brian's set. They sounded good. Brian's a really good drummer. That's my funny, self-deprecating story for the day.
That's crowd, head, dreadlocks and pretty, and my name's not Anonymous, it's Cathy. Monday.
Cathy~ You tell a great story! I feel like I was there...glad I wasn't! :-<>
So was it fun? Would you want to go back, or would you recommend it to others? Sort of a circus side show?
We saw "Little Miss Sunshine" last night...very good, I think you would all like it, but don't watch with kids especially teenagers...Randy will be in Omaha tonight so I have a caramel apple pie with walnuts for his B'day...Jayjacks are coming over also, we will sing and toast Randy.
I'm glad someone sang and toasted RAndy since his family hasn't yet!
"Break down the flesh," now that's just gross.
We had delicious caramel-apple birthday pie at LaVelles last night and Randy showed us some of the churches he's working on as well as a vespers service he co-wrote with another composer. Talented guy, that birthday boy.
Catie's violin concert was good - short and sweet and you could recognize the melodies. There was a guy there with a long white beard and Mia thought he was Santa. She walked over to him and was struck dumb, just stood there smiling. He just twinkled at her and said, "You're good, aren't you." Made her night.
Mosh pits: It's fun having been there and escaped unhurt. Wouldn't go back. They're a place where young males with an excess of testosterone can go and jump against each other like young stags and peel off the veneer of civilization without actually doing much damage. (I did sort of shove back a couple times, all in fun, but it's no place for a lady.) The music, if you can call it that, just plain sucks. Good sideshow if you can take the decibels. Some day they'll all be in their fifties and hard of hearing. Stupid. Stevo's appalled at the idea of throwing a perfectly good beer, but the savage in him could probably understand chugging the beer and throwing the plastic cup. My question is, if you've embraced total nihilism in your early twenties, where do you go from there? Answer: Courtney Love. Don't go there.
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Tom -
Since we're having that German red cabbage (with vinegar, brown sugar, onions, apples, ground cloves, spices, etc.) I think the cattiatorre recipe may not be the best combination.
Randy also suggested a good German, chocolate cake (but not your regualr german choco cake) so I may attempt a yule log!
I am not hell-bent on the red cabbage, Randy is.
I will have to eat salad for a week to make up for this dinner.
Last spring all I wanted was chili and cinnabons for my birthday. I even made and froze the chili ahead of time so that it would be there at birthday time.
Jeez-now I won't be happy until I have cinnamon rolls and chili. Thanks a lot.
Tom-maybe every now and then you could run a retro hot lunch special. Tater tot casserole or chili and cinnamon buns. I loved both.
If it's St. Joe hot lunch you have to have mashed potatoes and gravy as a side. Even if the potatoes are sweet potatoes. even if the main dish is tacos.
I always found lunch lady hair in my fav lunch food, "crispitos." I would eat around it
are you serving shark steak at the bar association dinner?
Ah the paradox. Bill as many hours as you like. The problem is collecting.
I haven't had hot lunch goulash in decades. You know, elbow macaroni and hamburger and some kind of a tomato sauce.
Hey Joe3...Tom's having that, tonight, for dinner!
I can't believe you never cook goulash. First boiled eggs, now this. Are you even from the same childhood?
At least once a year I cook chili for our religious ed program. Every time someone asks, "Are we having cinnamon rolls?" with an excited, hopeful sparkle in their eyes. When I say no, the plain old chili becomes a bummer.
Tom, I love the Lunch Lady idea. Somewhere in the promo, you could say, "Take it or leave it!"
You could even serve the drinks in little milk-carton containers.
No, the hook is that you can throw away anything you want!
Crispito recipe:
fried meat burritto, smothered in cheese sauce from a can. Sprinkle a few gray hairs near the top, but be sure to cover them with more cheese so they'll be a suprise after the crispito is already half eaten.
What are you serving at the Bar Assoc. dinner? Have you done an ice sculpture this season, yet? A gavel would be good, or the scales!
Mom,Dad and Joe are you all going? Mom must be running out of outfits, this is about their 5th fancy party!
Mmmm...crispitos
There is a meteor shower tonight. You're supposed to be able to see over a hundred meteors an hour starting around 8 tonight and continuing until early Thursday morning.
All of the cafeteria lunches mentioned sound yummy - sans hair. I usually make tator tot casserole a couple times a year. I don't know how to make crispitos though.
I loved Taco day. Two hard shell tacos with a yummy lump-o-diarhea looking meat product...some weird sweet white sauce they gave you for dipping...a frosted cinnamon roll and buttered kernel corn. Mmm...so good! All this for $1.05!
Tuna Surprise!
Bad lunch: turkey tetrazini. I just drank milk on those days in high school.
Frank, have you seen the ads on TV for some drug to treat RLS (restless leg syndrome)? You are a leg shaker/bouncer. I didn't know that was a disease.
i am just disease ridden, i suppose. my leg shaking days are long gone... just don't have that kind of pent up energy any more.
ellen, i can get most of the ingredients for the crispitos, but am not sure where to get the grey hairs... do they sell those at the piggly wiggly?
i make the goulash and the tater tot casserole a couple times a year each. usually in the winter. great winter meals.
I make goulash, there is nothing better for comfort food.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM goulash. My spouse is not as enthusiastic.
Frank, If you grow your hair I bet you'll find a few grey ones you can pluck. St. Michael's had great lunches. Mae made homemade bread everyday. I also loved the rice pudding. Warm,sweet rice with warm raisins and cinnamon.
Hey Tom,
You can get flights to West Palm Beach out of Omaha about $30-40 cheaper than the flights out of Minneapolis. I saw some for $239. I am sure Mary or Cathy would happily take your fam to the airport.
Tom~ What? 18 inches??? Try seven. Geesh...men!
Hey ya'll! Where is everyone. I usually wake up two hours after you and have at least a handful of comments to read.
Scott and Jude and I are driving up to Fresno this weekend to watch the Bluejays play. Hopefully they've pulled themselves together.
Em~
Have you made my Healthy Egg Salad...that I mentioned earlier...yet? Sooooo good! :-)
What days will you be in Whittemore?
Emily...the Jays were awesome against Xavier...but, they're hot'n cold. Have fun, does Jude have Creighton gear?
Caitlin just finished finals!!! Studying and writing papers every night till 7am at the Notre Dame library...at Midnight on Monday everybody rushed out of the library, dorms, etc to watch the boys from Dahm hall play naked football! She said they are the "naughty" dorm! Cait said she was too busy to go watch!
What???? C-R-A-Z-Y!
Frank- you can probably substitute cat hairs for gray hairs.
I made my favortie comfort food, shepards pid, last night. But we put chunks of homemade sour dough bread in the bottom. Yummy! Andy had never had it until he met me, but now it's one of his favorites, too.
and i have a gray cat. perfect.
i had to be at work at 5:30 this morning, working with a field tech to move some equipment. i woke up at 5:12. i made it on time. i stink and need a shave, but i made it.
Nance, I haven't make the egg salad, as I too want to go through life without boiling an egg if possible. Plus, how do you boil just the whit part ot the egg?
Mary, it's sounds like Creighton did have a good game against Xavier. I hope they reward us for making a five hour drive with a "W". Did Caitlin think she did well on her finals?
Did JoeIII live in the naughty dorm? Sounds kinda gay to me, so I wouldn't be surprised.
Ellen, I want your recipe for shepards pie, but I won't be making any homemade bread. Hopefully store-bought will suffice. I'm sure I can supply cat hair though because our 10 year old cat, Pablo, is like a wooly wookie and we can't keep him off the counter tops so we get extra protein in all our food.
Ed, where have you been?
Em~ Poke a tiny whole in the egg...suck out the yolk with a bar straw (be careful not to ingest yolk)...cover the whole with tape...boil.
Frank~ You used to have a manly dog...whadupwihdahcat?!
Can't leave a dog home alone for a weekend. at least, not without coming home to a mess.
I, too, was wondering where Ed is. Surely you have a favorite hot lunch memory to share, or a healthy idea for what to do with the egg yolks once you spit them into a bowl.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I see. :-)
Yah, we used to leave our two cats home, for a week, and they would be just fine when we returned...very cool.
yeah, where Ed at?
WhadupwihEd?
Oh, I just want to re-point out that Tom said he had EIGHTEEN INCHES of his intestine removed...and, it was only SEVEN. Hello?
Emily...what do you mean traveling with "W"? Do you have one of those stupid W stickers from the election?
Oh Emily I just realized the W means a win!
I must be the only person in the world who doesn't associate cinnamon roles with chili. What are you people talking about? Here's another combo I never heard of before - spaghetti with applesauce. WHAT? When someone talks about that everyone in the room nods their head and smiles wistfully.
I had finals this week, too, but alas, no naughty naked football. I missed out.
I have NEVER heard of Chili and Cinnamon Rolls nor Spaghetti and Apple Sauce.
I HAVE heard of Chili and Corn Bread and Pork Chops and Apple Sauce...maybe, it's an Iowa thang.
We usually do chili and corn bread... the cinnabun is a special thing.
I remember when we were growing up Dad talking about one of his favorite dinners from childhood: spaghetti with potato pancakes and perhaps applesauce. No wonder diabetes runs rampant in our family.
I made a Yule Log last night for Randy's birthday cake! It rolled without breaking, I'm so excited. At this point it could taste cruddy and I would still feel like I was a baking studette. (Diabetes scores another point!)
Everybody wants a piece of Ed to finish thier End of Year projects so that when they have thier final review they can say "look what I did" when in reality Ed did it for them.
On the plus side - there are ordering in for lunch. Getting Catfish and Ribs. Yum.
On the German side of Stevo's family they all talk about "schmada" (or something like that) which is some fried-in-butter combination of noodles and potatoes. Maybe with cream.
Hot lunches in Iowa always had grrrreat big cinnamon rolls on chili day. Yum. You could buy extras for a dime. I also remember corn bread with beans over it, and SOS. I guess that was before they started appeasing the fast-food-raised nation.
Spagetti with applesauce. That must be a Pekin anomaly. At college, lots of students used to mix applesauce with cottage cheese at the salad bar. A couple of them used to have cottage cheese with catsup. It looked so appetizing.
There is an inordinate amount of space on this blog devoted to discussing food. I know, I'm one of the worst. Still, safer than politics.
And isn't it funny how kids run the gamut from not letting the different foods on their plate touch to mixing their cottage cheese with their applesauce, or their mashed potatoes with the canned peas (the only known way in the universe to render canned peas edible, by the way!)
Although, Liam dunks his grilled cheese in ketchup...God forbid the sandwich touch the Ketchup on the plate!
A note from Dad regarding his favorite meals:
You got my favorite meals from childhood mixed up. One was potato pancakes, applesauce and potato soup. The other was spaghetti, fish cakes and brown beans. Both were Friday meals. I'm salivating as I type this. Maybe you should correct this on the blog so that the others don't think Grandma Straub did not understand good nutrition.
Em- I don't even know if I made the shepards pie correctly, I just put in what I remembered it having from my childhood. I soaked the chunks of bread in milk and gravey. Then I browned hamburger and 1/2 an onion, mixed it with half a bag of frozen mixed veggies, gravy, salt and pepper, and some balsomic vinegar.
Cover that with garlic-y mashed potatoes, with some butter on top. I baked it in a covered casserole half way, then took the lid off to let the potatoes brown. I don't remember what I cooked it at, maybe 350, for probably about 45 minutes.
The girls probably have less misbehavior to confess. Second-graders have a little trouble comprehending the sinfulness of instinctive mob behavior like being mean to the class victim. They are more likely to offer a laundry list of not doing homework, horsing around in class, etc. - all violations of the incomprehensible adult code of conduct. Boys break more of those rules than girls do. Girls are also more socially adept and confident of their ability to survive a one-on-one with an authority figure. And yes - giggling is a defense mechanism. Haven't you noticed how women laugh and smile all through labor? (joke)
All first Reconciliations are like that now. At ours we offered the choice of a traditional reconciliation room or three more public spots, but it doesn't seem to make too much difference to the kids - they go to the priest they like the best. Kids these days have very little of the sense of constant inadequacy (guilt) with which we were instilled by our beloved nuns. Now all our children are above average. Catholic guilt will soon be a thing of the past. Reconciliation is taught as a joyful sacrament of straightening things out and getting right. I kind of think second-graders are too young to get what sin is, beyond breaking the rules. But hey, what do women know about spirituality?
OK short answer - boys are naughtier so of course they're more scared.
I never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever wanted to go face to face as a child. I think they made us once and after that we had a choice.
Last year there was a little girl who is from a family of five children all with different fathers. She started crying uncontrollably during her confession. I think it was the first time an adult male ever looked into her eyes, listened to her seriously and talked kindly to her.
That last post made me cry.
I picked Father Howard. He looked like Kojak and he was an alcoholic. He was fine. Way better than Father Vincent...he was reaaaaaaaaaaaaally old, skrawny and scary looking.
Hey, any of you Church Choir participants ever heard of Marty Haugen? He's a popular church song writer. He was our choir director, for many years, at St. Bonaventure.
Any of you remember what YOUR First Confession was about? I do.
I confessed that due to my jealousy over my friend, Ann Koopman's, ability to play the piano...I always pretended to NOT be interested in her playing.
What's the "Confessional type church music"? Does it sound like the March of the Storm Troopers from Star Wars?
This is interesting. Days straight of mostly food stuff followed by Confession. Of course, in Catholic school, food could be penance too.
Last time I went to confession I felt great. It's one conventional accepted way to temporarily (cause you start offending God all over again the second you're done) ditch the Catholic guilt.
Tom-did you go to confession? I know that the opportunity for the parents is provided. You probably didn't out of consideration for everyone else (why make the ceremony an hour longer on your account).
Bythe way-I think all of you should go to confession before you commence holiday travel.
St. Cecelia took out the confessionals years ago. I looked in one a while ago and they had some boxes stored in there. Nothing but a closet! In a lot of ways, the Church is leaving behind a lot of icons. It made me feel a little sad and old. I remember kneeling in there going over my well-edited and rehearsed list of transgressions. I could hear the murmer of the guy on the other end of the confessional going through his litany, then a pause, and a different toned murmer as the priest started working him over. Then WHOOSH the panel would slide open (it always startled me) and off I'd go.
See, Nance, your first confession was way more sophisticated than any of the boys would have been. Unless they hit someone over the head they wouldn't have perceived a sin taking place.
I think good Confession music would be the Hungarian Rhapsody, the first sinister scary part that's all on the left side of the keyboard... "dum,dummmm...doom doommmm...dum, duh duh dummm...doom doommmmm...duh duh da duh, dum dummmm.....doom doommmm...." and then maybe after absolution, the happy, Bugs Bunny tripping merrily along throwing flowers part.
Sophisticated? I like that! Thanks, Cathy! Okay, I'm outta here...tah tah!
Outta here.
Off like a prom dress.
Catch yah on the flip side.
Make like a baby and head out.
See yah...wouldn't wanna be yah.
Would someone go get me a beer? It's Friday, I'm home, and we're out.
Tom, I agree that we should carefully allow women to be ordained. No sense allowing any arrogant, insensitive or troubled women to be ordained. Oh, wait... never mind.
Pat~ I think Liquor Stores, in the cities, deliver! Yummy! :-)
Oh, my husband just went out to get some. I was laying in bed and couldn't get up.
He could be whipped. I'm fine widdat.
Or maybe it's because he's done with school and gets to sit at home all day for the next 3 weeks.
Either way I got my beer, and italian sausage papa johns pizza with extra sauce cut in squares and chicken strips with buffalo sauce and blue cheese dressing.
That is a beautiful meal.
PAT PAT PAT, I carry out pizza for the first time in ages last night, too! I think it's 'cause all the parties and food, I'm just gonna have fun till new years!
Beef, onion and green peppers! With beer, and then an hour later popcorn with butter and "The Devil Wears Prada" on video...and then an hour later a couple ginger bread men cookies (frosted in white chocolate!)!!!
I never do this!
I carry out pizza, I good girl.
Fish cakes, brown beans and a pasta on the side...what a great combination. Tom that would make a great special during Lent!
I think Lisa knows meal like that had NOTHING to do with diabetes in our family. Plus, we ate SO much healthier than all of our classmates. Never any processed foods, soda or store bought desserts.
Now, what we brought for cold lunch back then, is the "in" healthy lunch now. Hard boiled eggs (we had individual salt and peppers) peanut butter sand. milk and fruit!
Caitlin was hanging out with ND player #6 and #92 at a party thursday night, she said of all the football players she has met, so far #6 Ray Herring is the nicest!
Does she handle money? If she's pretty and friendly, put her up front, where she can see the specials board.
You can fill her full of republican ideals...
John Edwards is running for pres.
You should be happy that Obama is taking attention away Hillary!
I read that Vilsack could actually be bad for Iowa, if his numbers are strong in his home state, the other candidates will spend their time and money in New Hampshire
I know that waitressing ain't no stinkin' brain surgery...but, yah just can't be dumb. One needs to be an organized thinker, multi-tasker, able to handle money and do well under pressure...all this while being friendly, exceedingly thoughtful and possessing a keen ability to anticiapte a persons needs...whether it be a Guest or a co-worker. Not an easy job to do well. :-)
Pat once told me she did her grocery shopping at the Tobacco Hut. Is that where Josh went to get you the beer?
We watched "A Prairie Home Companion." Very, very funny!
I could never be a waitress. I'd get too pissed off at people.
Yah, it ain't easy to kiss people's butt and cater to their every need/whim for a living...for less than minimum wage and hoping for a tip that may or may not come regardless of their dining experience. This being said...I, mostly, enjoyed taking care of people and making them feel pampered and special...sometimes entertained. However, once in a while I would look at the human form walking into my section and think, "Ugh...go away...I can't stand you...whoever you are..blech!"
mmmmmmmmmmmm tobacco.
Sloth...my favorite sin.
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