I was one of the bad things. But I have an excuse. I was flying from Orlando to Seattle with a stop in Chicago. The last night of my cruise I fell really badly (heard a pop in my ankle) and it would be $250 to see the on board doctor. I figured I could walk, I was good. I would just go to the emergency room when I got home (where I work). My foot/ankle bruised really badly. So on the plane Southwest let me board first and I took off my shoe, elevated my foot on the wall (we were in the bulkhead). This old guy sat down next to me and was like “why do you get to board first?” I wiggles my elevated iced foot. He was like “so what you’re wearing a purple toe sock”. Nope not a sock.
Campfire Spinach Artichoke dip:
1 8 ounce container of cream cheese
1 container sour cream
1 frozen block of spinach-thawed and drained
1 can of drained artichoke hearts
1 bag of Italian cheese mix
(Bacon if you want-chopped up)
Mix all of these ingredients together.
In a campfire safe pan (we did a beat up Wilton cake pan) line it with foil, then put dip mix in pan. Wrap in more foil. Put this in your cooler, then when you’re ready get your campfire going and put this on indirect heat and cook until melty. We ate this with a baguette we got the day before and some wine. Ideal dinner.
Response to Do You Get Hungover Like Everyone Else?:
I feel like death. Before my 30s I thought I was a magical being that didn’t get hangovers. Apparently my body was holding and like saving how crappy hangovers were, because now I feel like death and can’t move, throw up by opening my eyes, water makes me feel like death. So now I only drink 2 drinks ever.
Half empty bottle of Two buck Chuck wine.
My turkey exploded. It was bad. According to pinterest and the internet you can slow cook a turkey 40 minutes per pound in a slow cooker. I had a Nesco oven that I thought could be like a crock pot. Every Thanksgiving Eve at work, night shift has a big potluck. I was supposed to smoke the turkey, but it was super windy and rainy. So instead I tried this. It should have taken 11 hours (17 pound turkey…), I set my alarm clock to check it every 2 hours. At 9:15pm, when my alarm clock to go to work, went off I checked on the bird. This is what I discovered. I stood for a few minutes trying to figure what the hell I did. We figured it steamed itself to the point of exploding. The wings fell off too. It was good. I mean if you put enough butter, lemon, and salt on anything it has to be good, right?
Response to Tell Us Your Girls’ Holiday Horror Stories:
So this is a girls vacation where the entire thing was a disaster. And I planned it all! My friends (3 other girls) and I decided to book a 2 week Panama Canal Disney Cruise! Yay! It’ll be good! Before we even got to the boat there was already tension. When we got on the boat we found out that we would be missing all the west coast ports because of a hurricane. So 9 days without any ports and (in a genius move to save money) 4 of us in one stateroom. I don’t know what part was the best/worst: when we got into fights that rivaled the stuff on the Real Housewives, the $600 bar bill I had by the end of the cruise
The way I made my sis’s Hen party better is by staying sober, keeping people out of fights, making sure no one got hit by a car as they were walking through the streets of Seattle, people didn’t try to pick them up as hookers (happened 2x), holding purses at the gay night club, basically keeping everyone out of trouble. Then when everyone was hung over and yucky… I supplied Aleve and drove them to brunch… and home from brunch.
Response to Show Us Your Desktop Wallpaper:
Radar, my teddy bear, is watching…. This is from the Disney Fantasy boat and I thought it was cute.
Response to 25 Exotic Expressions Of New Pope Francis:
I really wonder about this. My folks are Catholic and I like the idea of a Jesuit pope and one from “the new world” (took long enough eh?). He’s probably a really nice guy, probably will be great for the job, but…. dude is 76 years old. Rules stated the new pope had to be under 80. They were cutting it really close.
I have a neighbor who struts around naked at like 0130-0330. He doesn’t shut his blinds or shades day or night. He gets up nakie, goes to the bathroom, turns on the lights, and it’s super blinding. And it’s always awkward because I’m a NOC shift worker and I am up doing stuff. I really want to leave a note on his door, but I don’t want to be “that person.”
Response to 20 Tattoos Inspired By Crafting:
My craft tattoo. I love knitting with wool. He’s a dreamy sheep (was going to have a sheep knitting, but this, with the stars and the wispy cloud like wool. Love!). And yes, I know shiny. I’m really bad at taking pictures, and this was taken right after I got it.