There's STILL Nothing Wrong With That
Monday, Oct. 23, 2006 at 9:49 a.m.
On this day in 4004 BC, according to calculations by 17th century biblical theologian James Ussher, God creates the heavens and the Earth.
Never mind the fact that a good portion of the creation of the universe happened several billion years ago, which gives more credence to the idea that we�re all from another planet anyway, and as L. Ron Hubbard would have us believe, that we�re also infiltrated with parasitic aliens that we need to spend a lot of money to rid ourselves of.
Deworming costs a lot less, kids.
People have asked me how I can remain Catholic in the face of the world in general today and in the face of scientific fact in particular (I�m not even going to mention abusive priests and nuns) and I ascribe to the notion that the universe is actually a little too orderly to have simply just happened. Probably, the humans are the least orderly creatures in the universe, so perhaps we are the parasitic aliens that L. Ron denigrates. Anyhoo. I�m married to an agnostic engineer, but he�s respectful of what I do and believe, so we�re okay.
Yesterday, however, in Mass, Father F started his homily with the phrase, �I really like this gospel, and I have a lot to say about it, but this gospel is really similar to the last gospel I preached on and I�m afraid I might have blown my wad on that last homily.�
Blown my wad?
BLOWN MY WAD??
Is there any other context to that phrase than the one that immediately pops up in my little gutterful mind?
Now, of course, Father F is the one who curses sometimes in Mass, is completely hyperactive, drinks way too much coffee, and is also dyslexic, which makes for interesting times during Mass. Once, during a Baptism, he started the wrong set of prayers and nearly married all of us. He became Pastor this year after Father N was transferred, and poor F has nearly gone off the deep end. I pray for him, but I think he needs to eat more. He�s too skinny!
Yes, there�s the Polish woman in me. The cure to all ills and crises is to eat. And the good stuff too � smoked sausage, stuffed cabbages, thick mac and cheese, cakes, pork roasts, scalloped potatoes, and lots and lots of coffee with an egg tossed in there, shell and all. The old days when you could count on a casserole or something if you were going through a bad patch. Of course, now we don�t even have the time or the inclination to make casseroles for ourselves much less for others. Well, I do, and I like casseroles, but the Hubster doesn�t. I think that�s because he had to eat a lot of them growing up with six kids in the family and all, and only a teacher�s paycheck coming in.
When we went down to visit the MIL after her knee replacement, the oldest son and his wife were there to help out � this would be S & B, and B asked me to help her make the family hotdog-potato dish, and she was looking at me like I knew what the hell she was talking about. Anyhoo, I peeled and cut up ten pounds of potatoes as she sliced three packs of the really good cheap hotdogs, the ones that come ten to a pack, and we boiled this whole mess for a while and then spread it out on cookie sheets, dotted with butter, sprinkled with pepper, and then stuck under the broiler for a few minutes.
Apparently, this dish was a huge hit in the Hubster�s childhood household, and now it was the Official Birthday Dish in S & B�s household. I had never heard of this, and furthermore, I didn�t see what the big deal was that would constitute this as a birthday meal. I was sitting next to the MIL and I asked her, �Tell me the truth, MIL, you came up with this one day when all you had were a bunch of potatoes and a packet of hotdogs and six hungry kids and payday wasn�t for another week.�
And to her credit, she replied, �Yep.�
But the Hubster kind of likes this thing, but now he likes it better since I�ve modified the recipe: I chop up red peppers and onions and toss them in a wok, along with cut-up smoked sausage to saut�. I boil cut-up potatoes and corn until they�re almost done, then drain them and toss them into the wok with everything else, add some butter and Mrs. Dash� and stir-fry that bad stuff up.
Basically, it�s O�Brien Potatoes with smoked sausage and corn. Kielbasa works too. I told the MIL about this and she really wants to try it. I think the FIL will like it too, considering there�s no real vegetables in it.
So anyway, I had a pretty nice weekend. I got some extreme knitting in, and also some quality Diablo II time in. Somewhere along the way, I got a hold of a list of hentai (read: pornographic) Japanese animated titles, and I systematically went through the blockbuster.com library and added them all to my queue. At the same time, I discovered that you can only have 999 movies in your queue before they tell you to stop, already. But this weekend, I got three hentai titles:
Debutante Detective Corps: Five teenage girls with bodacious tatas and high-beams wreak havoc on their high school when a hit is placed on them. I guess the mob doesn�t like them to have bodacious tatas and high-beams, I don�t know.
Legend of the Blue Wolves: The first episode in a series taking place around 2199: The universe is being taken over by the Apocalypse, a group of aliens who assimilate humans into borg-robots to annihilate humans everywhere. Humans are retaliating by creating their own robots. Jonathon, a new ensign in this division, falls in love with his roommate and superior officer, Leonard, and participate in rather graphically drawn lovemaking, which prompted the Hubster to say, �Eww.� At any rate, there�s also a graphic rape scene and an emasculation scene, and Leonard is sent off to the front lines and eventually assimilated, and Jonathon has to make the choice to kill Leonard when they meet again in battle. A love story of the �Don�t Ask, Don�t Tell� variety. Poor Jonathon.
My My Mai!: In an effort to make it up to the Hubster, who was fairly turned-off by the previous homosexual animated hentai, I tried to play this disc, which was described as definitively of the heterosexual-type (and possibly along with girl-on-girl type, which is the best kind to watch as far as Hubster is concerned, of course) but the disc wouldn�t play. This further frustrated the Hubster and put him into a rather sour mood, which I then also exacerbated by making hotdogs in crescent rolls for dinner. However, I didn�t go so far as to make mac�n�cheese, which is my usual side dish for hotdogs, because, well, I didn�t want him to explode.
Poor Hubster. Frustrated, frantic, and on top of it all, not feeling well again. I don�t get this. I�m the one with a compromised immune system, yet I haven�t been really sick in a while (trips to the ER for extreme pain notwithstanding); meanwhile, I think this is his fourth cold this year.
Multi-vitamins and exercise for the Hubster from now on. And possibly more veggies, and certainly no more Crack Sandwich!
