A trial brigade fumes above the load.
That’s one of those things that popped up and made me wonder, “now what in the world does that mean?”
It’s the Real Thing… The Coca-Cola Classic May 15, 2009
The Real Thing
Quick, what is this a picture of?
OK, most of my friends know me – I am not a major soda drinker. Every now and then, I may indulge – usually when at a restaurant and the other options are dismal.
Sometimes though, I want a real Coke.
Not Diet, not New Coke, not Coke Zero… I mean The Real Thing, the Coca-Cola Classic. Can’t beat it!
The thing is, I remember what Coke used to taste like. C’mon, if you’re over a certain age, you know what I mean. Does it taste the same these days?
The folks at Coca-Cola will try to tell you it does. A lot of folks would say the same. And ummm….
Baloney!
The thing is, somewhere along the line, Coke started making their product with corn syrup. Now I’m not jumping on the Corn-Syrup-Is-The-Devil bandwagon, but… it don’t taste the same!
But… Coke products made in Mexico still have that all important little ingredient called “sugar” – as in “Pure Cane Sugar”.
Oh yeah!
So…
There I am indulging in a rare treat – Mexican food from the local taco shop. Don’t knock it, it’s good!
And after I order, I see the cooler full of bottles…I reached over and grabbed one, asking the guy at the counter to add it to my bill…
Poor guy, he’s looking at the crazy gringa in his shop and tells me, “Um, miss, they’re from Mexico, is OK?”
At which point, I’m thinking: yes, and that is exactly why I want the thing!
Then he proceeds to ask me if I need it opened, because they’re not twist caps. Umm… nope. I have a bottle opener at home thanks!
And oh, did that Coke taste good!
It’s a little trip down memory lane… and having had both the modern-day, US-market Coke and the Mexican-made product, all I can say is….
It’s the Real Thing!
The dog who thinks she’s a cat… November 11, 2008
AKA – tales of a spoiled doggy
And you wonder why she's called "Meathead"?
Apparently, damn dog decided that since she is allowed on some furniture (this explains why I own leather), she should be allowed on the furniture in whatever manner she so chooses.
I’m used to cats laying on the back of a couch… but a dog? A 50 pound dog?
C’mon! give me a break here!
Keepin’ it real and channeling Lily Munster November 1, 2008
Hey, yesterday was Halloween, right? So it’s OK to channel Lily Munster, right?
Were my silver hairs as artfully, and attractively, bunched as hers, creating a nice, solid white streak, I might – just might – ignore them. Though in reality, I’m afraid it gives more of a skunk look.
Meanwhile, touching up my roots has taken a back seat to other, more important things and now my roots are something frightening…
Eek! See what I mean?! And why is everything so yellow?
Perhaps it’s a good thing that I usually wear my hair down these days.
I'm ready for my closeup Mr. De Mille...
Wait! No I’m not! Eek! More frightening still – no makeup!!!!
The Horror!
Aren’t comments fun? January 5, 2009
Tags: comments, Humor
Yeah, OK, so I strictly moderate all comments… few unpleasant experiences taught me a valuable lesson…
Most of the time, I simple delete the obnoxious or offensive without comment. Every now and then, however, I must share before deleting…
In response to my post on What Does Nazi Mean To You? (Note – the following is not my opinion, but that of a certain reader whose name and email I will not post here, though he invites it…no editorial changes or corrections have been made)
hello hitler never did a wrong thing. now if you think you are queer and want to argue come knock on my door or any other non white we can argue through my e mail and thats it the world is going down the tubes because of queers and non whites and some white trash so come knock on my door we could argue on the same thing and get along and maybe agree on a lot of things so all is welcome to e mail me no problems just the world is messed up welfare etc so please feel free to mail me ok
You want to argue with this ah… charming gentleman, let me know, I’ll put you in touch. As for me… I haven’t the energy to even attempt to talk to this guy… I’m sure it’d be like talking to a wall anyway…
And then there was Melanie, who, after reading my post on the follow up on the Book Report From Hell, figured I needed to be told:
Do you need a thesaurus? Because you have beaten the death out of the word “pithy”
Why, thank you, Melanie. But I have several already. And perhaps I did overuse the word… Then again, perhaps I had a reason for it… but wow….
In 1788 words, I used the word “pithy” three times.
Now, what I’d like to know is how I’ve “beaten the death out of” the word… hmmmm…
On second thought – I think I will approve those comments… just because…