Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Secret Stuff

Blessings, Darlings!

Today I started planning for my husband's birthday.  Which is not until the end of August.  But at the end of August he will be in Phoenix at the Microchip Technology MASTERs Conference .... and I will be here on the east coast.

So getting him some birthday on his birthday is going to be a bit of a challenge.  However, since he NEVER reads my blog, I can plan it here safely.

The MASTERs conference - and I'll probably put up banners for it later, we tend to be the 3rd party vendor who out performs everyone else at promoting the conference - gets at least 500 people in attendance.  It used to get about 900, but since then they have started offering them all over the world, so far fewer Europeans and Asians come to the main one.  Still, 500 people in one dining room is a substantial amount of people.

So .. I've e-mailed one contact at  MCHP so far, and tweeted another, and may e-mail yet another.  What I want is for someone to lead the folks eating dinner in singing "Happy Birthday" to the Chubby Hubby.

Now, the fact that this would get a bit more attention to our business at the conference, and the classes that the Chubby Hubby teaches there, isn't the point of this .... but I suppose that type of thing could happen.

I did something like this once before.  Back in 1987 I was very pregnant, and we were on vacation in Oregon.  We were up at Timberline Lodge at Mt Hood.  I could not walk 10 steps without having to stop and rest.  The Chubby Hubby wanted to hike.  I sent him out without me - hiking was NOT an option for me.  It was his birthday.  I called the dining room, made our dinner reservation.  I made sure that they knew it was his birthday, and that his dessert should come with a candle, a group singing, and an extra helping of embarassment.  That night, as I did request, so it was done.

The Chubby Hubby LOVED it.  Ate it up with a spoon.  Loved the dessert, too.

This might be as epic, if I work it right.

Frondly, Fern

Monday, April 25, 2011

Shopping is Eternal

Blessings, Darlings!

It's Monday.  I usually do most of my grocery shopping on Mondays, because one chain of stores near me has GREAT prices on meat on Mondays (they reduce the stuff that didn't sell over the weekend).

So off I went this morning, with a list carefully made up after talking to husband and son yesterday.  Shopped at 3 stores. Noted gas prices, posted them on Gas Buddy when I got home, after putting the groceries away.

I have been home for 3+ hours.  NOW my husband tells me he has only one beer left, and that he'd really really really like it if I could pick up some today or tomorrow.


Mutter.... gas prices .... already shopped.... checked with him BEFORE shopping..... gas prices .... my time .... it's not even GOOD beer, it's just f'ing Killeans..... gas prices....mutter.

I really am frustrated by this.  Less because I will go out for it, again, but because of the waste of gas involved if ANYONE goes.

And ... this is the man who whines that I don't review my lists in detail before I leave and make sure that I have everything I need to do all that is on my lists.  What good is it to go over my lists when I know HE hasn't told me everything that needs to be done?

Friday, April 22, 2011

Easter Weekend

Blessings, Darlings!

This is the hardest weekend for our mixed-religion family.  Passover for the Jewish Spawn, you see, doesn't mesh well with the Chubby Hubby's Methodist Easter Feast.  The Spawn loves his flakey layered rolls, but .... it's Passover.  And Easter baskets were out when he was a kid, too. 

So what can I serve that makes everyone happy?

Traditionally, we have a rib roast as the main meat. But the stores here in WV don't have them on sale for Easter - the stores in Maryland do.  And with things being as they are, I couldn't afford one this year, at $35+. 

What to do?  What to do?

The answer - read the food ads, stupid.

Aldi's had a sale on frozen ducklings.  We haven't had duck in AGES and AGES.  We used to rub them in 5 spice powder, slit the skin, and roast 'em indoors.  But the smoke filled the house - fatty little delicious buggers! 

The duck is thawing, we're going to salt & pepper it and grill it out in the smoker.  With a pan of taters under it, so the taters can roast AND get the fat dripping on them.  We'll have salad (Spawn will have strawberries in with his greens), duck, taters, broccoli, and baked apples for dessert.

Everyone should be VERY happy. 

Or else.

Frondly, Fern

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Gas Prices

Blessings, Darlings!

You might not have noticed - but since y'all are brilliant enough to read my blog you almost certainly HAVE noticed - that gas prices have been going up incredibly.  As in the prices are up almost $1.00 over the past year.  As in a 33% increase in one year.  How's THAT for an inflation rate?

So, one of the people I follow shares an article about this on Facebook.  And someone - Gods, may it be a troll and not a supposedly thinking individual - responds "You know, if $6/gallon gas would make people decide to own fewer cars, drive less and give up the gas-guzzling trucks and SUVs, I think I could find a way to live with it."  It's the first time I've seen the bumper-sticker stereotype "Democrats think high gas prices are a good thing" actually from a supposed liberal.  Because, of course, it's not like high gas prices are actually going HURT anyone, ya know.  They aren't going to make anyone have to choose between travel to work and food.  They won't cause food prices to rise.  It's not like the people who have the least ability to HANDLE gas prices - and they aren't the stereotype SUV/Hummer drivers - are going to suffer.  No, no, the rise in prices will just affect people who can afford new cars.  And, of course, manufacturing new cars takes NO oil products, no fossil fuels at all, let alone more fossil fuels than using them saves.  Oh, wait, manufacturing them takes MORE Energy than they save, and MORE petroleum products than using up existing cars.  Who'd have thought that?  Not the writer, clearly.  Or she doesn't think that the poor suffering is too much for THEM to pay for HER goal of getting 'the rich SUV owners' to buy different cars.  The poor, especially the rural poor, are either invisible to her or don't matter to her.  Or both.

I hope, the everyone's sake, that the writer is a troll, not a fucking moron.