Never feed the kitties the last of their food before you go to bed at night.Lesson #98424(b)
Make sure the garbage lid is secure.
(PREFACE: Jay recently expressed some discomfort over my use of his name in my blog, especially now that more people are reading it. So, starting now, I will no longer use his name when I blog about him.)
The other night, somebody
dirtied nine dishes while making dinner. (Uh oh,
I can hear you murmuring, he’s counting the number of dishes being used to make dinner – their relationship’s in trouble! And nine isn't even that many!
No, no, no, let me assure you, I hardly ever
do that. You don’t know what he made yet, but I’m going to tell you...) He made Rice-a-roni.Rice…-a-roni.
I realize that Rice-a-roni is the San Francisco treat, and that you might not make Rice-a-roni where you live. But if you’ve ever made Mac-n-cheese from a box, you pretty much know the steps that go into Rice-a-roni. You have your rice, and you have your flavor packet. That’s it.
Now that you’re all caught up, if you’re like me, you’re asking, How does somebody dirty nine dishes making Rice-a-roni?
The answer is quite simple: I HAVE NO IDEA.
Seriously, if this were a Survivor challenge, and Jeff Probst had just told me You must prepare this box of Rice-a-roni and dirty at least NINE dishes to win reward!
I’m not sure how I would do it. I guess that’s why I need somebody
on my team…
Now the thing is, I don’t fault somebody for using nine dishes to prepare Rice-a-roni. There is no doubt in my mind that each and every dish he used played a vital
role in his preparation of the Rice-a-roni dinner. I know this. I know this about my boy. That’s one of the reasons I love him, you see. Because he can make even the seemingly simple preparation of Rice-a-roni into a glorious escapade worthy of Baron Munchausen - yea, into a grand adventure that is uniquely somebody.
He made that Rice-a-roni special.
How can you not
Last weekend, Golden Gate Park hosted the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival.
The three-day long free event was topped off with a performance by Dolly Parton on Sunday evening. Jay and I joined our friend Melissa shortly after lunch and sat in the grass all afternoon in anticipation of seeing Dolly up close and live.
The band that played right before Dolly, Split Lip Rayfield,
was awesome. They banged out bluegrass with such energy, you could hear the strings snapping off their instruments. They're from Lawrence, Kansas, and will be playing Knickerbockers in Lincoln on November 2. If you can, go see them. You won't be disappointed.
Dolly was incredible. She looked a bit unreal - not sure if it was the plastic surgery, or just the stage makeup - but her voice was as incredible as ever. I'm planning to get her new CD, which comes out Oct 15. I've written a more detailed description of the event on my IndyKnow blog, Parallaxis.
Give my new blog some support - go read it!Check out my pics
from Sunday's Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival. Keep in mind, we were pretty far away (from where we sat, we could pretty much just see her hair and glittering rhinestone boobs). My camera and I did our best to get good shots, but those of you who have come to expect utter perfection in my photography will have to be a bit forgiving this time around!