Adventures in Mommy-sitting...or, further proof that my mother is "special"
Today was nothing special. I'm off from work until Sunday, so no tales of strange customers (or lack of them).
My one interesting item comes from dinner. When mom and I went shopping on Tuesday, we didn't buy much meat. Normally we get chicken, pork chops, ground beef, and some sort of meat for dad to cook on Sunday (a roast or steaks...we get a touch fancy). Tuesday, apparently, is restock day or something, so there was NO ground beef to be had! Also, the pork chops were bad--either really, really thin (what are we, characters from a Dickens novel?), or really, really thick (if you cut them in half they'd still be thicker than the other package). Therefore, we didn't get quite what we'd hoped. So, for dinner tonight...I had to punt. Luckily mom spotted single packs of chicken Kiev and got some of those, so that's what I made. I popped them in the over and set the timer, then went upstairs. Mom was on the computer in the family room. Twenty-five minutes into cooking (cook time was 35 minutes), mom starts yelling for me to come down. I'm thinking, it's not time yet, what's going on? So I get downstairs where I can hear her better, and she says, "It's making a funny noise."
Remember, it's chicken Kiev. There's butter inside. What she was hearing was the butter oozing out of the chicken and sizzling on the aluminum foil.
So, instead of getting off her fat ass and walking a whole, I don't know, fifteen feet into the kitchen to turn on the oven light and peek in on the food, she instead chose to scream at me for two minutes to come all the way downstairs to determine...the food was cooking!
*sigh*
It turned out fine, by the way.
At least Adventures in Babysitting was on tonight. That was one of my favorite movies when I was younger. I'm the same age as Sara was, so for me it's like a trip back in time when I watch it. I just don't get the whole Thor thing, but that's okay.
I had a revelation while watching it. Somewhere, in the past few weeks, the term "bow-hunk" (sp?) has been used. I can't recall if it was on TV, or if I overheard someone I know say it, but I heard it. One person called another person bow-hunk, and the other person was like, "Bow-hunk--where did you come up with that?" and the first person said, "It just seemed to fit."
THEY SAY BOW-HUNK IN THIS MOVIE!!!
In the frat party scene, when Daryl the creepy friend is attempting to hook up with this slutty girl, her boyfriend catches them and she calls the boyfriend a bow-hunk not once, but twice. So, at the very least, this is where that came from. Where they came up with it, I couldn't tell you, but there you go.
Now if I can only recall where else I heard it...
Lastly, Laura, I have one taker for Saturday. Let me know when you'd want to go so I can call her and tell her when and where to meet us (if you're still interested!).
My one interesting item comes from dinner. When mom and I went shopping on Tuesday, we didn't buy much meat. Normally we get chicken, pork chops, ground beef, and some sort of meat for dad to cook on Sunday (a roast or steaks...we get a touch fancy). Tuesday, apparently, is restock day or something, so there was NO ground beef to be had! Also, the pork chops were bad--either really, really thin (what are we, characters from a Dickens novel?), or really, really thick (if you cut them in half they'd still be thicker than the other package). Therefore, we didn't get quite what we'd hoped. So, for dinner tonight...I had to punt. Luckily mom spotted single packs of chicken Kiev and got some of those, so that's what I made. I popped them in the over and set the timer, then went upstairs. Mom was on the computer in the family room. Twenty-five minutes into cooking (cook time was 35 minutes), mom starts yelling for me to come down. I'm thinking, it's not time yet, what's going on? So I get downstairs where I can hear her better, and she says, "It's making a funny noise."
Remember, it's chicken Kiev. There's butter inside. What she was hearing was the butter oozing out of the chicken and sizzling on the aluminum foil.
So, instead of getting off her fat ass and walking a whole, I don't know, fifteen feet into the kitchen to turn on the oven light and peek in on the food, she instead chose to scream at me for two minutes to come all the way downstairs to determine...the food was cooking!
*sigh*
It turned out fine, by the way.
At least Adventures in Babysitting was on tonight. That was one of my favorite movies when I was younger. I'm the same age as Sara was, so for me it's like a trip back in time when I watch it. I just don't get the whole Thor thing, but that's okay.
I had a revelation while watching it. Somewhere, in the past few weeks, the term "bow-hunk" (sp?) has been used. I can't recall if it was on TV, or if I overheard someone I know say it, but I heard it. One person called another person bow-hunk, and the other person was like, "Bow-hunk--where did you come up with that?" and the first person said, "It just seemed to fit."
THEY SAY BOW-HUNK IN THIS MOVIE!!!
In the frat party scene, when Daryl the creepy friend is attempting to hook up with this slutty girl, her boyfriend catches them and she calls the boyfriend a bow-hunk not once, but twice. So, at the very least, this is where that came from. Where they came up with it, I couldn't tell you, but there you go.
Now if I can only recall where else I heard it...
Lastly, Laura, I have one taker for Saturday. Let me know when you'd want to go so I can call her and tell her when and where to meet us (if you're still interested!).