COOK COOK COOK

My brother is staying with me at the moment.  He is a forestry consultant/road engineer.  So this week he has a contract to inspect and make suggestions on various forestry area roads.

I have really enjoyed visiting with him, but more than that I have super enjoyed cooking dinners.  He is probably the most unpicky eater I have ever met so it hasn't been overly challenging.  Lamb shanks, stew, rib bones and tonight Mexican.

I have to tell you about an incident the other night.  This was before Stan came and I was babysitting Emma, Kathy's sheltie.

About 11 the three of us trotted upstairs to bed.  They sleep in my tiny tan purple room with me.  In fact Wrangler gives his bed up for Emma!

So we all settled down, and I even dropped off to sleep.  Suddenly the house was literally shaking!  And there was crazy lightening and earth shattering thunder.

And the two dogs went crazy!  Poor Emma was tearing around in circles barking like an insane dog!
Wrangler simply flattened out on the floor like an oil patch and was shaking so bad I could feel his vibrations through the floor.  They were so flipping terrified!  Beyond terrified!  I felt so bad for them.

So finally I actually got down on the floor, leaned against my bed, got my duvet on my lap and both dogs dove under the blanket and smooshed as far as they could onto my lap.  I just held them and rocked them and talked to them.  I also put the tv on as loud as I dared due to neighbours to help drown out some of the thunder.  Those poor dogs.

I sat there like that for almost an hour!  And it kept crossing my mind about how much I do not like dogs.  Why am I doing this?  Why do I care?  What the hell?  I don't know.  I think its because I really do love Wrangler for reals, and Emma is in my care and I owe it to her to do what is best for her.  I don't know.  Not going to think about it.

I was once again accosted by a good citizen, I use the term loosely, today outside of Safeway.  I can't believe how some people just completely lack any kind of compassion.

There was a fellow outside the store sitting on the curb with a sign asking for either a little help or a job.  He would do anything.  I happened to have a ten in my britches pocket so I swerved towards him as I was heading into the store.  I went over to him and I happily said, "wow!  Look at this!  I just happen to have a bill here with your name on it!"  I slapped it into his very dirty black sad hand.  He looked up and gave me the most beautiful smile and thank you.

Right at that moment an overweight, older than middle age woman came over and started giving me shit for giving money to someone who obviously can work and support himself!  He, according to her, was going to go and spend the money on cigarettes or drugs or booze.  Like jesus woman, seriously fuck off!!!!! (sorry).

  Something in me snapped.  I started to give her fat ass shit right back.  I told her to mind her own damned business and I sincerely hoped she didn't ever have a kid in need, heartless bitch.  I am so tired of overweight, old bitches with their holier than thou attitudes.  Reminds me too much of a certain sister of Bill's.  And let me tell you, I can't stand her mean nasty demeanour   Its ruined me for all fat old women who have no hearts.  Too bad she doesn't read this.   Hahaha!!

Anyway its time to put together the Mexican dish I have in mind for tonight.  It is delicious and I love making it.  TTYL