I’m trying to clean up my folders and I ran across a bunch of humorous memes and one pic.
Just want to give a quick shout out to all the Veterans who have served and sacrificed everything for the things that we all too often take for granted.
For everyone else, here’s a couple of cartoons from the legendary WWII cartoon Willie & Joe, written by Bill Mauldin.
Because I was at a friend’s bachelor all day yesterday, I thought this would be apropos:
Americans walk an average of 730 miles per year and drink an average of 20.5 gallons of beer per year. Which means that the average American gets 35.5 miles to the gallon.
A couple of unique beers I’ve had recently (not yesterday):
A couple of months ago I had a free weekend, so I decided to head north to visit the fam. Specifically, to visit Grandma. She gets lonely sitting in the nursing home even though Mom and everyone else tries to pop in on her as often as they can. If I’m away too long, Grandma starts to bug Mom about whether I’ve called or not. So, it just makes everyone’s life easier when Grandma is happy. I don’t mind though, she keeps me on my toes.
Unfortunately, Lindz wasn’t available for this trip (Grandma wasn’t happy about this, she likes it when Lindz visits). But just to let Lindz know what she was missing out on (food-wise, that is), I sent her a picture of a snack I cobbled together out of the fridge.
Lindz was amused, she sent back a picture of pizza rolls and juice and told me that I was missing out. Although, I did get the impression that she didn’t feel like she was missing out on anything with my snack.
BRINNER (brin-er) noun; (1) An evening meal that consists of breakfast menu items. (2) A contraction of the words breakfast and dinner.
Usage: Man, I love having pancakes and bacon for dinner! It’s my favorite brinner!
Origin: I heard it from Matt D. sometime last year (see above usage). I have no idea where he got it from.
One evening, I was rooting around the kitchen looking for ideas on what to make for supper and I was coming up with a complete blank. Out of desperation, I asked Lindz if egg sandwiches were OK. Fortunately, she said yes because we may not have eaten otherwise. She even threw in the idea of using some breakfast patties that we picked up at the store. Of course I had to one up her and found a partial bag of mozzarella that needed to get used and decided to throw that into the mix.
I toasted and buttered some bread, made a couple of over-easy eggs, and fried off the patties. The real stroke of genius (hey, it’s my story and I’ll tell it how I want!) was to pan fry the cheese so that it would melt and get a nice crust on it. Assemble the parts and enjoy with several napkins.