YAY! I was released from QA today and was able to work until I was tired of it. Wooohoo! I hope I actually get better and moving around the platform instead of having to look up every single little thing. Soon Grasshoppah, soon.
Luke and Yaya were pretty good at keeping Emma occupied for me, but it was so ridiculously hot. My upstairs is like a trailer house on fire. I'll bet it was 90 in here. I can't even express how friggin' awesome it is gonna be to have central air. Next summer we will be champions. We ran into a wall in that we can't find a used breaker box that will be big enough to rewire the downstairs for coolness. Curt and I made a trip to Menards to price one and the one we need is $150.00!!! That's just the damned box, no breakers. BLAH. So, we wait until I get my first check I guess.
I have red clover heads in the drier--I should check on them and stick them in a jar or something. Today I am so incredibly tired. The aftereffects of my stupidness yesterday. I distinctly remember my mom eating milkweed pods raw when I was little. Possibly she just didn't eat enough of them raw to cause any kind of distress, but I had read that you were supposed to parboil your pods before cooking them. That didn't make sense to me. Why? They aren't bitter at all, taste just like a green bean and when I called my mom and asked her, "You did eat them raw right?"
"Oh yeah. The teenie tiny ones."
OKay, so why parboil? WTF?
I will tell you WTF.
There is a small amount of toxin in a milkweed plant that is easily taken care of by parboiling and throwing out the water before using your pods. I assumed it would be taken care of just fine when you sautéed them, or any cooking for that matter. Yep. Nope. I ate 8 pods sautéed in oil with rice. 45 minutes later I was throwing up like a wino on a 3-day pull. I can say they were wonderful going down...not so good the second time around. I would have done the post over with parboiled pods, but holy shit. I'm sooooo not in the mood. Give me a week to get over the trauma. Anyway, the toxin evidently messes with your heart a little bit and the effects cause fatigue, dizziness, lightheadedness, headache. I got the headache and the fatigue today, but I'm pretty sure I got rid of most of it when I threw up. So. What have we learned today ditch foodies? FOLLOW THE DIRECTIONS. Don't question your elders. They know better than you. Culpeper is laughing at me from the grave..."I told you so, you damned whipper snapper!" Bite me Nick. FYI, I made sure to edit parboiling into my tutorial from yesterday.
Lucas spent the night with his friends in Ridgeland last night. I don't care for the parents at all and they have always rubbed me the wrong way. The dad never seems to be sober and the mom is just...testy. Like, Once I took her kids and my kids all to the McDonalds playplace to play. The little boy accidentally left his coat there (it was spring and a warm enough day). We didn't notice it was missing until we got back and I asked the little boy if he had another coat he could use.
"Yes." He said.
"Are you going to get in trouble because I left your coat?"
"Yes."
*Eyeroll* Seriously? So, I decided to break the news to the mom myself. Really, it was a matter of calling McDonalds and telling them to put it aside until I could get it the next time I came to town. No big deal. However, when I told the mom, she looked at her son with daggers in her eyes and said, "Why did you leave your coat? Huh!?"
"Um, I left it. I was herding the kids out quickly and I am the one who left it. I'll call and go pick it up now." I countered.
"No." She snapped. "My son lives in Menomonie. I'll tell him to get it."
Okkkaaaayyy? So what was the problem? Chill. He's a little boy for crying out loud.
So, last night she was making a wonderfully nourishing meal of mac and cheese. Evidently, according to her daughter, she puts a TON of shredded cheese and tuna? in her mac and cheese. Her little boy asked her if she could not put the cheese and tuna in this time. Evidently it was NOT his favorite and he just wanted it plain jane this time. The drama started when she evidently turned around and told her little boy that she will make the meal anyway she damned well pleases. According to Luke, she was yelling and swearing--I can totally see that and Yaya said that she yells a lot.
Now, I can see putting all that stuff in to make the meal go further or whatever, but seriously, 2 pounds of cheese and TUNA? Can we just use our imaginations here. I guarantee if she would have added frozen California blend veggies to 2 boxes of mac and cheese, a little extra milk and put 1/4 of that shredded cheese on top and threw it in the oven for a couple minutes, it would have went just as far and been much better for everyone, but whatever...aside from that...I don't yell unless I have a damned good reason. There is no need to make someone feel bad because they don't want to eat a stick of butter for supper. Try something new bitchy lady, or explain that you are going to make it your way this once, but next time you promise to try something else, but yelling has no place in this story and just makes me dislike the cranky bitch more. Lucas took her yelling to heart. After all, when Mom yells, you are in DEEP SHIT, so it just stands to reason that he assumes all hell has broken loose despite the fact that they scream put downs at each other all the time over there. Lucas promptly left the table and walked back to mom and dad's house. He did not want to stay there. If I was there, I would not want them to stay there. My kids are visiting with Grandma and Grandpa. I really don't see why they have to go over to that house when I have made it clear I do not want them over there. I don't. Bad feelings!!! Instinct!! I have them!!! Needless to say, the parents and my parents talked about the incident, I'm sure it was talked down to, oh-don't-be-so-sensitive levels and Luke went back and had a good time after. Whatever. I should just have those kids come here from now on, then maybe when my kids go to Grandma's, they can just stay at Grandma's where they belong. Frustrated.
I need to get to bed so I can get up for work in the morning...WORK! Horaaayyyy!
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