Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Grown Folks Game

So I was sitting at my desk, listening to some La Coka Nostra and talking to the ex wifey, Ms. Awesome herself.. and some thoughts jumped at me.  Specifically the subject of dating.

Follow me on a little journey on the history of this word, and the ensuing thoughts.

Back in the day, and I'm sure the older folks reading this will just smile and nod, dating was just that.  Dating.  Testing the waters, seeing who you got along well with as opposed to who you got along great with.  Or in some cases, not at all.  It was an educational process of trying to see who out there was worth taking another step forward.

A lot of people got the shit twisted!  I've even been guilty of it myself.  Dating doesn't mean if the girl you're dating decides to give someone else a hug or something that you have the right to whoop this kid for touching your girl.  Why?  She's not yours.  You're dating.  And until the subject of exclusivity is even approached in a positive manner, you don't have shit to say.  If she blows you off, and ends up in the same place with another dude.. you can't even get pissed.  It's not your night.  C'mon son.  Get your head right.  If she says you're just dating and you get all possessive, it's on YOU.  It's not her fault you don't know what she just said.  And that'll probably be the last date unless she's attracted to the special ed type of cat that doesn't know what the hell dating is, or barbarians that get overly possessive.

Now, the second she says "I'm yours", "Yes", or "I do!" that changes things immensely.  Now you have some sort of right to be a little protective.  But until then, calm down!

All the time, I see people posting shit about "I don't wanna be an option.  I wanna be a priority."  We all do! Even my cold-hearted, grouchy ass wants to be some lucky lady's number one soldier!  I'm actually a pretty tender type guy if you give enough of a fuck to peel back the layers and fight through the tears. Lol!  Well, if you want it, EARN IT.  Don't expect a (wo)man to just hand over their heart and their house keys, half the bed, and half their bathroom counter.  Unless of course, you're attracted to the special ed type.

So the next time you see shorty you took out the other night slurpin' spaghetti with another guy on some Lady and the Tramp shit (I dare you to lie and say the spaghetti scene wasn't romantic as hell!) don't get mad.  Smile for her, and move on with your night. Don't wave, don't get mad and start shit.. Just go about your business.  Text her later, and not even with an accusation!  Life's too short to get pissed that you got benched for a play or two.

So for now.. I leave you with some sick ass JMT. :D

"Nosebleed" - Vinnie Paz Ft/RA The Rugged Man

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Meh.. what's really real.

MAN.. After the day I had today, I kinda need to write.  Work this shit out.

My original plan today was to walk to the bank, stop at Bronze Planet for an aqua massage (They don't suck!), then hopefully maybe hit the gym before I had to get ready for work.  BAHAHAHA -- No.

So I woke up stupid late.  I went to bed stupid late, so it just kinda adds up that way.  I actually got to TALK to my girlfriend though.. major awesome.  On my way to the bank I check my finds and whatnot.  Due to not wanting to touch my savings for trivial shit, especially when it's such a trivial amount, and the fact that I had like 37 seconds to get ready for work, it wasn't gonna happen today at all.

Crossing Wallace Road at Glen Creek is always risky unless it's like 4 AM.  Not one single fuck is given at that intersection.  Ever.  So I literally YELLED "Hi!  Your car is three inches from my knee!"  Dude yells at me to get out of the way like it's my fault he wasn't watching for pedestrians.  DAFUQ?!  Douche bag, I'll beat you so bad your momma won't recognize you AND piss on what's left over!  Despite the instant violent urges that turn my blood into a sea of adrenaline I SMILE and offer the advice "Please watch what the fuck you're doing next time, dick." Dude glares and drives up the hill.  Incident ended.  On my way home from the bank, he's BACK at that intersection, and looking all smug at me.  I smile.. in that way that only manages to piss someone off, and motion for him to get out, pull over, whatever.  Despite the fact I got to talk to my girlfriend, I'm ACHING to beat this little snotty bastard!  Nope.  Chuck Testa.  Dude drives away.  Oh well.

I get home JUST in time to hit the shower.  Great!  I can do that, and shave because I'm Lightning McQueen in this piece!  Forgot to put on deodorant, but thankfully, my pits never got to the point tonight that they smelled like anything but soap.  LEGIT!!  Shit.. I should do that now.  Be right back.  Ok.. all better.  Anyway, while I'm in the shower, I make a rookie mistake and catch my yam bag JUST WRONG with the razor.  GREAT!  Meh, it's just blood.  I got to TALK to Tish today.  Fuck it.  I win. So I throw clothes on and head to the bus stop.

While I'm at the bus stop, I express my displeasure with people inviting me to events on nights I work.  Come on people.  My schedule hasn't changed THAT much.  It was the same for a solid year.  ONE day changed.  Not hard to keep track of, and I've expressed that I don't want event invites repeatedly.  Learn some fucking respect.  Anyway, I actually thanked one of the local event promoters for deleting me on Facebook.  I don't care about Facebook, or shit that happens on work nights so I was genuinely pleased.  ....the bitch got mouthy.  I tell her to choke on a bag of dicks AND fuck herself with a cactus. As a result she quips that I have no friends (mostly true), I have no life (entirely true), and I'm just jealous because I work on weekends (Entirely false in terms of being jealous.) and that I'm "truly a freak psycho fatty and should be blocked".

Yeah, I'm a freak.  Much like everyone else, I have certain fetishes I enjoy.  Also, I don't try to fit in with a fucked up society full of morons and drunks.  I work around them.  I don't wanna join them.  That would be dumb.

Yeah, I'm kinda crazy.  I don't much care about my own well being.  That isn't to say I don't wanna be able to afford things and live a healthy lifestyle.  I just really don't care if I get sick or injured.  I've never placed much value in that sort of thing.  Does it suck?  Yeah, but it's usually temporary.  Whatever.  Adapt!  That's what humans do.  I also have off-the-charts anger issues, I'm extremely antisocial, and have a really hard time giving a damn about just about anything.

And yes, I'm fat.  I see it every morning, I admit it at least once a day, and I've dealt with it MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE!  I'm also working on changing that because I'm over it.  Whatever.  Does having it thrown in my face help my day get better, no.  Does it hurt having it thrown in my face?  LOL NO.  Like I said.  I've been overweight in the eyes of a society full of stick figures I could break over my knee like kindling for 32 and a half years.  Sometimes, it has it's benefits.  I can make some pretty funny comments when someone asks why I work the door at work.  "Bitch, I AM the door!"  True story.  I use my size as an advantage, and I know how to move myself to make me an immovable object.  You think you're moving this 285 pound asshole if I don't want you to?  No, I don't either.  I'd rather outsmart someone (And believe me, I can.), but if I gotta get physical.. just fucking run.  And when you do, I won't chase you.  Just realize you were right in doing so.

So I get downtown.  I'm trying to text Tish (She's busy) and texting Kat/Kayte/bitchface (LOL <3).  She goes by either of the first two.  Anyway.. EVERY SINGLE PERSON I CROSS PATHS WITH decides that I'm the guy they wanna talk to.  So I do my best to be subtle, bury myself in my phone.  Subtle doesn't work, and I'm getting really grumpy, really fast.  Even when I literally stop responding in any way shape or form.. still with the blah blah blah.  One, I literally growled at.  "Stop.. fucking.. speaking."  I dunno if you caught that earlier, but I'm REALLY antisocial.  So if a conversation with me could save your life and we've never met before then... lol you're dead, and I really don't care.

BUT!  Now I'm tired as hell and I have a headache.  So I leave you with a link to a song I connect with more than I connect with most people.

"The Animal" -- Disturbed

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Discrimination Against Pedestrians?

Its been nearly two years since I had a car.  For the most part, I get around ok.  I can take a bus, a cab, or just walk when I need to go somewhere.  It's no big deal to me.  However, I've found that as a pedestrian there's a lot of discrimination, and a preference toward people with cars.

Issue number one:
Places that close the lobby early, but keep the drive-through window open.  Banks, restaurants, etc.  It can be justified with the fact they need the time to clean the lobby before they close, especially in the case of restaurants.  I get that.  However, everywhere I've worked had a shift where person A closed the lobby, person B closed the back, and the manager did the paperwork.  Whoever finished their closing tasks last stayed until the manager was done.  Considering the fact that after the dinner rush, keeping the lobby clean is super easy, closing the lobby early just doesn't make sense.  In the case of banks, the tellers don't even clean the lobby.  They have a cleaning crew to do that for them.  Maybe it's to lower labor costs, but it still sucks.  especially if you have to make a deposit, need money right away, and have to use the ATM.

Issue number two:
Coffee shacks.  As was the case today during my adventures, the coffee slangin' person was blissfully ignorant of my presence.  When I knocked on the window, it was ignored.  I walked around the front to see if there was even anyone in there and the girl was in the back, playing on her laptop so I knocked again.  She decided it was a great time to do dishes.  Dafuq?!  I saw that the drive-up window.. CLOSEST TO THE REGISTER (Which was within reach.. way to go smart bitch..) was open so I peeked my head in and informed her I'd been waiting outside to order for about five minutes.  She looked at me like I'd just crapped on her front porch and shoved her chair under the desk/counter/wtf-ever and walked up front.  Literally asked me "Well, what do you want?" Now, I had options.  I could have told her to pleasure herself with a cactus.  I SHOULD have, honestly.  However, Coffee In Motion closed at 6, Dutch Bros. is freakin terrible, and I dislike Starbucks as a company.  Thus, I ordered my drink.  A six shot white chocolate Americano with cream on ice.  She made it as fast (and poorly) as she possibly could have - I had to stir the chocolate into it with my straw - took my money (Which did NOT include a tip.  First time in years I haven't tipped my coffee pusher.), and walked away without thanking me, nor even a "see ya later!".  Just walked off.  Snotty bitch.  Had she not had the window open, I probably would have been waiting even longer or just walked off without coffee.  Sorry I disturbed your Facebook session.  There HAVE been time I've gone to Dutch Bros. without a car.  Specifically for blackberry red bull.  It's pretty good!  When I did (Back when I lived on Wallace Rd), it didn't take very long to get noticed at the walk-up window, but my presence there scared the hell out of the coffee pimp.  I can't count the times I'd be standing there, patiently, with a pleasant smile, and literally scared the piss out of the employees.  Back then, I had bus routes and times down!  I had to be at the bus stop, ready to go, by either X:15 or X:45 so I'd get there about 6 minutes early.  That gave me time to finish the cigarette I lit walking out of my house, get a blackberry red bull (I WON'T drink their foul brew.  Yuck.), finish it, and get on the bus.  There were times that I was literally ignored until just before the bus stopped and since you can't take soft-sided containers (AKA coffee stand cups) I would just walk away shaking my head and get on the bus.  Usually, the coffee pimp would ask if I wanted something, and I'd respond with "Yeah, five minutes ago when I had time to drink it.  Have a nice day."

Issue number Three:
Idiot drivers.  Note to all you brainless whelps:  Look BOTH ways before you leave the driveway, turn on a red, etc.  If I had a nickel for every time I'd nearly been hit by some scumbag just watching for oncoming cars instead of looking both ways, I could probably buy the bar I'm currently employed at.  I put my life on the line more often by not having a two thousand pound, motorized suit of armor than most professions that expect to be shot at!  And that's just by walking to McDonalds!  In fact, it happened twice today on my way to pay my storage unit and once yesterday walking to the bus line after a cigarette.  The latter instance the lady literally was inches from taking out my right knee and looked at me like I did something wrong for following the traffic signals!

Now, I'm not hating on people with cars, nor bitching about my lack thereof.  But if this blog post enlightens someone (especially one of you brainless whelps that doesn't watch for pedestrians), then I'm glad to have made a difference. Driving is a privilege, not a right.  Not everyone has that privilege.  Just keep those that don't in mind at intersections and your place of business.

And if you drink and drive, I hope you get popped for it every time it happens. :)


Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Local rappers READ THIS SHIT..

Ok, ok.  I gotta do this.  I hear a LOT of local rap.  A LOT.  And I love you kids for trying!  I do!  But seriously, some of y'all need HELP.  Others, just put the goddamn mic down because spittin' is NOT a good look for you.  I'm not gonna point fingers, name names.. that's a dick move.  Just sayin'.. after you read this post and listen to the link I just provided you, be objective.  I'll see you in a few minutes.

Smart rhymes.. analyze it.

Ok, you back with me?  Good.  I'm not sayin' your style sucks if you're not a chopper.  I'm sayin' all these cats, especially Kali and Godemis in this example, spit some of the smartest rhymes I've ever heard.  Yeah, Kali chops HARD.  But if you listen to the words, the meanings, the way they connect.. the multis, the metaphors.  Just technically sound rhymes!  If your style isn't TECHNICALLY SOUND, get back in the lab and fix it!  And please, for the love of the Gods, pass this on.  The 503 deserves to sound NICE, not retarded. 

For the record, it's been a decade and change since I wrote anything seriously.

For the record, I could pull out a head sheet from the 90's or mid2000's and fuckin murk with it. 

No, I won't battle you.  Keep your ego, and embrace some self preservation.  Who wants to get bodied by an old ass man in front of their friends?!

That said, I'm sure you want me to prove it.  Gimme a beat and I'ma leave it in ashes.  Get at me.. True speaks, I'm doin' this because I love the 503, I got respect for those who actually PURSUE these pipe dreams.  I'm not just being a judgmental asshole.  I'm trying to HELP YOU! 

I'ma leave you with something to vibe to though, just as a present.  You thought I was just gonna pull your cards and not do something nice for ya?  Come on.. LOL!

It's All that I Know

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Can't take a break!

It's been a while since my last post.  Figure I'll throw out an update.  Here's how things go in the world of Pete lately.

Much to the chagrin of quite a few people (Hi haters. <3) Tish and I are together.  I might do some stupid shit sometimes, but I love her more than life.  True Story.

I'm looking to move.  NOW.  It sucks.  I hate moving.  But I can't afford this apartment by myself.  Steve has helped with cleaning and groceries, which has been HUGE, but financially, I just can't cover it anymore by myself.  I'm not upset with anyone about it.  The only one I have a right to be upset with is myself for not working harder.  I'm going out to Valley Brook tomorrow to apply.  They have an open unit. that fits my needs.  Also, I have an email out to the manager of the place I moved out of when mom got sick.  My old apartment is open.  That would be FANTASTIC.  $450 a month, still with Salem Electric, and I should get decent signal for my Clear modem.  As of tomorrow, I'm helping mom move Steve's stuff.  This translates to a need to get my ass up early, get out to Valley Brook, and be BACK HOME by 3:30-4:00.  I can do this!

I'm still looking for more work, or better work.  As I said before, I don't give a damn who signs the paychecks as long as there's numbers on it.  Preferably BIG numbers, but if I can't pull that off, I'll be reasonably happy about just adding more numbers to what I already get.  However, with this move in progress, I'm gonna see where I end up before I do any more pavement pounding.  Makes no sense to get myself a job here then move out south, or just move a few blocks and get another job out by the bar.  I just know I have about 48 hours to pull off a miracle.

Yes, without a car, most of my house/job hunting has been done via the internet and hasn't turned up jack in the work department.  It kinda works though because just about everything requires that you apply online these days.

Anyway, I'm off to send more emails.  Wish me luck!

Monday, March 26, 2012

To Whom It May Concern Pt. 2 - Repentance

Yesterday's blog was just to vent.  Entirely full of frustration.  I let shit get out of hand and rather than handling it properly I went all berserk on my keyboard and spat venom until I literally destroyed my life.  Am I still frustrated by the same things?  Yes.  It's nobody's fault but my own though.  I resolved last night with my angel and my brother to make some serious positive changes. 

Yes, I'm the world's worst house keeper.  Object one on the fix it list.  Steve and I have decided that what two grown ass men can accomplish in one hour can move mountains.  Well, there's mountains of shit to do around here, so we're moving a mountain a day.

I'm so out of shape it's ridiculous.  After we move mountains in the house, we're going next door to the gym to literally move a mountain. 

I need a damn job!  I'm devoting at least an hour a day to finding one.  Seems pathetic right?  Grizzly bears can accomplish tons of things in an hour.  Especially this one. 

Last but not least.  In fact, possibly most!  I'm sorry angel.  I let my anger get the best of me, and rather than communicate directly with you, I went all bug-fuck and spit venom into the world. 

Sunday, March 25, 2012

To whom it may concern..

Rage post was full of rage.. Venting accomplished.  Wrecked my fucking life with it.  Took until 3 AM to fix it.  Time to rebuild.  New post imminent.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

"Furlow Days?! WTF?!"

That pair of questions actually came out of my mouth the other day when my girl used the phrase.  For those not familiar, I'm about to learn ya.

When used by the Salem-Keizer School District, a Furlow Day is a day used to ease the financial pain of maintaining a full school year in order to remain cost effective and still provide education for the kids. 

I'm told that these happen fairly often. 

I believe that teachers should be paid an amazing salary (They aren't, btw.) because they work directly with our children.  Our children are our future.  Plain and simple.  When the Old Boys (and girls) die off, retire, whatever, our children are the ones that will be taking over the world.  Literally.  I firmly believe that if you work directly with the kids, you deserve exceptional amounts of money. 

That said, it's my thought that the school board is vastly overpaid.  If the teachers aren't getting paid what they deserve (at least in my opinion) and they still can't afford to keep the schools open every day they're supposed to, there's a HUGE issue. 

What could these issues be?

Lack of funding?  It better not be.  Our taxes increase yearly.  If our money is being funneled elsewhere, that's entirely garbage.  It's also likely true.

Increased overhead?  I might buy into this one.  With rising energy costs, and so many schools to accommodate a breeding explosion comparable only to a virus (Thanks Agent Smith for that metaphor), along with the cost of supplies, textbooks, and things of that nature, I could see this being a legitimate complaint. 

The school board is paid EXORBITANT salaries, and gigantic bonuses on top of that?  DING DING!  I think we have a winner.  Yes, these people earn their money by dictating what our kids learn, how often they learn it, and make decisions regarding the safety and education of our children.  I believe this is a service worth paying for, but not even close to the extent we're paying now. 

So what are our options as parents? 

We can embrace this (in my opinion) negative change and enjoy the extra time we get to spend with our children.  Not the worst idea ever, despite my opinion, because every second I get to spend with Cyris and Ninja is precious to me.  Especially with Cy, whom I rarely get to see. 

Deprive our children of the social aspect of school and teach them ourselves at home.  I do like this idea because of the time we get to spend with the kids, but as I mentioned, it does deprive them of the social aspect of school, which is almost as important as the curriculum itself. 

We can do some social engineering, demand alteration of the school board's collective salary, remove the ability to grant themselves bonuses at a whim..

Either way we go as parents, I think we might be kinda screwed. Your thoughts?

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Is a real life Idiocracy not only feasible, but imminent?

Before I even get started, if you haven't seen the movie Idiocracy go now.  Do it.  This will still be here when the movie's over. 

Back from Netflix?  Fantastic!  Let's get to it. 

On a daily basis, through various mediums I'm exposed daily to just how badly our society (as a general blanket statement) has regressed.  We've gone from grunting cave dwellers that paint on our walls with blood and flowers to the architects of legendary monolithic skyscrapers on a regular basis.  We've gone from the abacus to building computers that are actually smarter than we are (Watson.  Google it.). And yet every day, there's some blast of utter stupidity.  Are we truly the last generation of people capable of using their brains?!  In my current employment, I deal with many 20-something individuals.  On a one to one basis, they're pretty solid.  They're still kids comparatively, and party as hard as they work.  Nothing wrong with that at all.  But once in a while, there's something that gnaws at me like a thorn in this old bear's paw. 

Ok, maybe my title was a little extreme.  But I do feel that people have forgotten the meaning of discretion.  The fact that despite the social networking sites, there's some things people just try to keep private.  Discretion is a lost art to most.  Just yesterday on a friend's status post about going to a bar in Keizer, Oregon for quarter beers, one of their friends was like "THOTT U WER PREGGO?!" Obviously, if she went for quarter beers, she's not knocked up.  She's not that stupid.  I'm also fairly sure she thanks you for having so much faith in her intelligence. 

Seriously, if as a species we're losing such crucial parts of human interaction as respect and discretion, I'm truly frightened what's next.  I'm also terribly scared of the days when we're revered as geniuses in history books nobody will know how to read while people water their crops with energy drinks, staring at someone like they're high when they suggest using water.  "But it has electrolytes." 

Maybe the title wasn't so extreme after all..

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Holy hell, it's been a while!

So much has happened in the last few weeks.  Whirlwind of change style.  Go ahead and grab your coffee, monster, soda.. oh hell, it's lunch time for most of you.  I just crawled out of bed!  iFail!  Remix!  Grab your cheeseburgers, tacos, or whatever mad scientist alchemy you can pull out of your fridge and buckle in.  Ready?  LET'S GO!!

Major happenings!

I've reconnected with the one woman that truly makes me feel whole.  She's literally my other half.  My drive, my happiness, my pride and joy.. my angel.  This brings me happiness beyond measure!  I'm still the same ol' me.  I should still come with a warning label that says "CAUTION:  I do dumb things!" but to prove to her that she means so much to me, I'm making a huge effort to cut down on my stupidity.  I'm also making a massive effort to break out of the stagnant shell I was wearing.  I was a TERRIBLE house keeper (Working on it!), I work about fifteen hours a week.. come the fuck on!  I need income!  I cheated on her about a bazillion times.. never again.  In fact, when my friend (an ex girlfriend) said she really needed a place to stay, I consulted her before I even sent a reply... and it was her that sent the reply, not me.  Yeah, she's a keeper.  I intend to behave accordingly!

That brings me to the new roommate!  She was entirely up shit's creek without a paddle.  I'll leave the situation for her to discuss if she decides you need to hear about it.  It wasn't cool at all.  Since my brother had been living with his girlfriend for quite a while, I asked if he minded cleaning his room up so that I could offer her a place to stay.  He one-upped me and actually moved 90% of his stuff out.  Part of that was a miscommunication, because other people were trying to handle my business (A direct result of him not responding to my texts except for a phone call a few days later.. par for the course for the guy.  He's pretty busy lately.) and we've since talked, and I explained that to him.  BUT!  I have a roomie that pays bills, and I rarely see, even when she's here.  The latter part is because she likes to have a place to hide and decompress, but she says it's to stay out of my way.  How much in my way can someone get?!  I go room to fridge/coffee pot to computer.  That's about it, unless I'm either going to work or looking FOR work, and most jobs post their openings online now which works out marvelously for me.

My book has been COMPLETELY neglected, unfortunately.  I'm working on fixing that too.  I started writing the other day, but the words were coming very slow due to massive distractions.  My phone was going off, I wasn't listening to the right music I usually write to, and then my girlfriend came over.  Not very beneficial to productivity, but if I said I wasn't ecstatic about it, I'd be lying.

I realized through a bit of spelunking on my favored spiritual website that I've actually been taking a Year and a Day class!  Yes, this means I'll be paying much more attention to "Day X - Subject".  I caught up ENTIRELY last night, save for consecrating some "holy water".  As I don't have a container with a lid that fits the description, if I'm going to need it for something, I'll plan a few days in advance. This also alters my consciousness a little in other ways.  Typically, I viewed Sundays as my day to screw off due to the quote "Sunday is the day of rest."  Well, now it's "Saturday is the day to play." 

On my birthday, I plan to begin the "No Excuses Workout", also offered by Old Ways.  You can find this at http://oldways.com/features/noexcuses.html and watching Jeffrey's transformation has been rather incredible.  That tells me that it works!  Happy Monday to me! 

Oh yeah.. I turn 32 Monday.  No big deal, but I think my angel and my brother are conspiring.  We'll see what happens. I'm not so big on my own birthday.  Last year was the first birthday party I'd had since I was 17 and sold my Super Nintendo to get a half gallon of vodka.. which I drank by myself.  I didn't even tear it up on my 21st, just went out with my dad for a few drinks.  I'll be pouring out a Guinness Extra Stout on Monday in his memory.  If you ever met the man, I invite you to do the same.  That was his favorite. 

My intent for today -
Go outside and welcome today, express my intent to the sun, and thank the sun and the day for coming.  Come back inside, read today's lesson, then get to work.  My plan is to scour Craigslist for suitable jobs, then hit a few websites.  My aim for a new job is something part to full time to supplement my current income rather than replacing my job at the bar.  I know I can handle two jobs, so why the hell shouldn't I?  After spending at least two hours looking for work, I'll dig into some housework and try to catch up the festering mess that is my apartment.  I know I can get at least the carpets done today, and I'll go over the parts of my house that are already clean as maintenance.  After housework, I plan to finish writing at least the chapter I started on Friday, and possibly bang out a second. 

I leave you readers with a random observation that I meant to actually write about last night.

My roomie bought a loaf of French bread the other day to eat with her dinner.  I openly admit I've had a few slices myself. lol YUM!  Anyway, Friday, she left it out of the bag, and the cut end was starting to dry up.  Like rock hard starting to dry up.  I poked the top, there was no give at all.  No awesome fresh bread squish.  Having grown up dirt poor, this initially frustrated me to no end.  YOU DON'T WASTE FOOD!!  But then I stopped and thought about it.  The hard part couldn't be very deep after only two days.  I cut a few small slices off, maybe an eighth of an inch thick until I found the squishy bits.  I thought about saving those for croutons, but the likelihood of me eating a salad in the next few days is imaginary.  Sadly, that's two wasted slices of bread.  On the bright side, the tougher crust from being exposed to air surrenders even better to a good knife and the bread holds up it's shape when you slice it instead of squishing!  I might actually do this to EVERY partial loaf of French bread that enters the house.  Especially if I plan on a salad on day two!

Well, that's it for today!  Blessed be, thanks for reading, and I'll see you next time!