Right before that I was talking with a co-worker about eating and mentioned that I'm really not a picky eater and will eat anything except guts.
Anyways, those two things sort of hit me as funny and all at once I started to bust out laughing because I realized that I'm like a stray dog. As long as you don't beat me or yell at me, and if you feed me, I'll pretty much like you no matter what. It would happen that I was filing paperwork in the next room over from my boss (all alone) when I decided to have my giggle fit, so well ya know that kind of sux cuz people tend to think your crazy for that sort of thing.
CUCK-OO!!!!!!
And I couldn't really explain my stray dog theory to my boss cuz I don't think it sounds nearly as funny out loud (or written for that matter) as it does in my head. Oh well she probably thinks I'm batty for liking everybody anyways.
AAAANNDD this morning my co-worker microwaved some generic dollar store baloney for a sandwich and it smells like a dead body and dog food in here. My boss "yelled" (not really she was just messing but thank god anyways) at him so he sprayed half a can of air freshener (that smells like rotten fruit) and now I'm sitting here in a horrible funk with all of the doors open and honest to god trying not to puke my granola bar up. Honest to goodness one more thing and I will loose my cookies. And THAT freaks me out because I'm not sure if it is really THAT revolting or god what if I have morning sickness or I'm pukey because I really am prego.
Ok that's enough. I didn't have a set plan today so I just rambled and I'm not sure if that was such a good idea but hell I'm too nauseous to think clear so I'm just I'm going to spell check and print. Can I take "the" test yet? Google here I come.
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Lindy-I'm sure that over-nuked baloney would make anyone want to toss their cookies, so stop fixating on the prego stuff. lol
Bologna... blegh.
They provide free sandwich meats and cheeses here, along with those Campbell's individual soups. Monday and Tuesday, the soups are finished. By Wednesday and Thursday, pretty much all the turkey meats, hams and roast beef are gone. Friday night.. that nasty bologna will still be there.
I guess I should be thankful no one is trying to microwave or grill it.
Hi Hor -
I stumbled upon you through Bel's blog, so I thought I'd venture in.
I'm liking what I see. Snark, wit, cussing...ahhhh, it feels like home.
Anyway, my man's best friend eats his bologna with peanut butter...on a sandwich. Commence puking.
Why in the heck do they still buy it???
But hey the soup and meats thing is cool if you're way into massive amounts of salt and preservtives.
Ok so I'm just pretending, I'm not THAT health conscious. I know how to be but I'll be damned if I'm eating those low salt soups. Yuck.
I vote pregnant. ;)
Mama, I think you posted while I was writing so I didn't see your comment before I commented to sarge. K.
Welcome and I'm glad you feel comfy here, feel free to kick back and be yourself. Swear, be insulting and don't worry about spelling. Hell if we could pass gas on the computer this would be an ok place to do it. I'm always up for toilet humor.
AAAAAAAANNNDD EEEEwww that's freakin nasty. P.B.? NO pickles? AAAALLLLK.
Krissie? I have so many swear words for you and so little time. ;P
Ew. They still make baloney?
Actually I like a good slice of garlic baloney. Miracle Whip, mustard, pretend wheat bread and plain lettuce. Mmmmmm. Ok so I haven't had it since I was like 12 but I used to love it.
Hill-bill-aaaaaaayyyyyyy.
This post has made me start to thinking: How come they spell it b-o-l-o-g-n-a and pronounce it baloney?
Give that a ponder, Lindy. That'll take your mind off the prego thingy.
When I was a kid, I used to take Oscar Mayer bologna and nuke it in the micro for about 15 sec then make instant mashed potatoes and put a dollop in the middle with a slice of cheese on top. When you nuked the bologna, it curled up like a bowl. I know.. so white trash!! I cant remember the last time I had bologna, and I don't plan on buying it for the girls, like, EVER!
Any food that regularly becomes the steward of another food a la elephant ears, bread bowls, or Jenny's hillbilly bologna is a winner in my book.
Matt (my husband) just made "Polish stir-fry" for dinner. He took every veggie in the fridge, cooked it in a wok, and added Polish sausage. Carrots, asparagus, corn, mushrooms, and celery, seasoned with garlic and honey Dijon. Oh and stuffed into some Kaiser rolls like a fat little pita. It's sick, trust me.
This must be what Shoney's down South taste like...
Cruiser I won't even spell it right because damn it it's stupid. It's baloney.
Travis. When did you get married and not tell me? You asshole I told you MY secret!
Shit that boy can cook right? I have a wok that somebody gave me like 4 years ago (fuck I don't even remember who) and have never once used it. What's the big diff between that and a large frying pan? The sex appeal? Or a real reason?
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