So I realize it’s been almost a month since I posted. This is mostly due to the fact school started and it’s been kicking my ass.
However, I am sitting on hold with government agencies and so I have some time on my hands.
On Mondays Sarah and I go to a friends house to watch 24. The past two times we’ve made dinner. The first time was for Sarah’s birthday and it was a surprise. I made lasagna, Nonie’s recipe.
The second time was because these fools now expect meals when we come over. They're not stupid, they know a good thing when they taste it.
However, I am sitting on hold with government agencies and so I have some time on my hands.
On Mondays Sarah and I go to a friends house to watch 24. The past two times we’ve made dinner. The first time was for Sarah’s birthday and it was a surprise. I made lasagna, Nonie’s recipe.
The second time was because these fools now expect meals when we come over. They're not stupid, they know a good thing when they taste it.
Ok, only kidding…I actually like cooking and love cooking for other people, especially hungry people who appreciate it. Although, for all I know they’re just lying because they’re nice people. (Obviously these are new friends, as the friends we all know and love would just tell me the food sucked.)
Anyway, all this cooking has required me to call up Nonie more often for recipe ideas and tips on things. She finds this all funny I guess because when I ask her she laughs. So I recently called her again for more tips and she goes:
“Joanie, how do your friends like your cooking?”
“Oh, I think they like it. The lasagna went over really well. I’m going to have to make this again.”
“Oh honey, I am so happy. You know, men like a woman who can cook”
“Um, great.”
“So, these friends” (she says friends all suspicious, like I am actually making this stuff for my dolls and pretending they’re real people b/c I am crazy) “how often do you do this for them”
“Mondays.”
“Are there gentlemen there?”
“Hmm, gentlemen, no. No one that fancy. There are some guys there though.”
“Ohh, that’s good. You’re going to make some man very happy once day.”
Ok, so I am trying not to laugh. All of this because I asked her for her meatball recipe? I wonder what would have ensued if I would have gone for the top secret cannelloni recipe?
“Well thanks Nonie, I appreciate the complement.”
“I just want to see you happy and married before I die.”
Man, there they go. I love how grandparents and parents threaten loneliness after they’re gone. Like by them threatening to die on us makes us run out and marry the first non mutant looking person we see. Bonus points if he’s dressed sharply, b/c that makes him an attorney, doctor or chauffer.
I bet this is how Craig’s List dating was started. Everyone on there looking for dates/hook up has a parent or grandparent at home threatening to die.
In case anyone is reading this and is interested in a very attractive and funny, hot tempered, Irish Italian Catholic chick who can cook and has only minor issues……..Nonie is taking applications.
Oh bonus: I also know a LOT of random crap about stupid useless things. You’ll be amazed.
Anyway, all this cooking has required me to call up Nonie more often for recipe ideas and tips on things. She finds this all funny I guess because when I ask her she laughs. So I recently called her again for more tips and she goes:
“Joanie, how do your friends like your cooking?”
“Oh, I think they like it. The lasagna went over really well. I’m going to have to make this again.”
“Oh honey, I am so happy. You know, men like a woman who can cook”
“Um, great.”
“So, these friends” (she says friends all suspicious, like I am actually making this stuff for my dolls and pretending they’re real people b/c I am crazy) “how often do you do this for them”
“Mondays.”
“Are there gentlemen there?”
“Hmm, gentlemen, no. No one that fancy. There are some guys there though.”
“Ohh, that’s good. You’re going to make some man very happy once day.”
Ok, so I am trying not to laugh. All of this because I asked her for her meatball recipe? I wonder what would have ensued if I would have gone for the top secret cannelloni recipe?
“Well thanks Nonie, I appreciate the complement.”
“I just want to see you happy and married before I die.”
Man, there they go. I love how grandparents and parents threaten loneliness after they’re gone. Like by them threatening to die on us makes us run out and marry the first non mutant looking person we see. Bonus points if he’s dressed sharply, b/c that makes him an attorney, doctor or chauffer.
I bet this is how Craig’s List dating was started. Everyone on there looking for dates/hook up has a parent or grandparent at home threatening to die.
In case anyone is reading this and is interested in a very attractive and funny, hot tempered, Irish Italian Catholic chick who can cook and has only minor issues……..Nonie is taking applications.
Oh bonus: I also know a LOT of random crap about stupid useless things. You’ll be amazed.
