Oh what fun...

So in a few minutes G-Man and I are headed downtown to work the Texas Holdem Charity Poker Fundraiser for the high school athletics department....

Yeah, since he is 18 now, he too can WORK...

'Cuz I am sure he can deal better than I can...

Yesterday one of the coaches texted me a reminder to bring G-Man along and asked if I needed directions...

I found directions on-line and also learned that the event was in the same building as the Men of Steel All Male Revue...

I quickly texted coach back...

Me: I will be there but I may need a few extra long breaks throughout the evening since men of steel will also be there....

Coach: OK, no problem...just close your eyes when I am on stage....

Not exactly the reply I expected....

Peyton PHlaCe updates...

I know you have missed them....

I have a few co-workers who loves to announce when they finish a stage of a project in an email to everyone they know - especially their boss and boss's boss and VP and...

These are the same co-workers who like to run around and see who is not in the office in case they need them...

To that I say:

Mind your own fucking business - they was here five hours after you left
last night...

or

They gets more done at home in a day than you do in a week here minding
everyone else's....

But, today I stooped to their level ...

I sent out my own email...

Just wanted to let you all now that I just finished my morning bathroom
break. Everything came out fine. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity.

Piss on it....

ONCE AGAIN

I was disqualified from the

neighborhood best decorated house contest.

Something about a bad attitude...

I think it's time to move to a new neighborhood...

Dear 高収入アルバイト,

I am going to reject your comment everytime you try to post it on my Survivor, Texas Style post...

Why, you ask?

First, because I cannot read it....

Second, because I put it into a translator and I still could not understand it....

Not all of it anyway...

And just to be on the safe side, I am going to answer with a resounding NO to what I think you are asking...

NO, I am not interested in playing with your sex toys....

NO, I am not interested in being part of a research group about my increased sexual desires after playing with your toys or reading your paper....

NO, I am not interested in being a high priced street lady part-time....

And next time you leave a post, translate it for me, ok?

Especially since "pressing 1 for English" did not work so well....

Sincerely,

Phip

Is Aging a Disease???

I was with some family friends the other day when this idea that was brought up...

I always considered aging a stage of life...

But if it is a disease, that means there is hope for a cure and I may be able to live FOREVER...

Good for me...

Not so good for those of you who get to put up with me FOREVER...

On that note, let me share with you a beautiful message about growing old...

.......

Damn, I forget what it was....

Oh well...

I'll just leave it to Maxine...

Another Death...

My laptop power cord cable has been acting up lately.

I first noticed last week that the computer was not always charging even when plugged in.

I fiddled with the cord a little and the computer started recharging.

For a while....

Fiddled again....

And again....

Pretty soon I was holding the cord at just the right angle in order to charge or even use the computer.

I got in the habit of propping the computer with a pillow so the cord was at just the right angle to allow charging overnight or whenever I was not using it.

And then - late last night - I unplugged the cord to relax in battery mode on the coach....

Or I tried to unplug it....

The lil end adapter decided to stay plugged in and I was left holding and end-less cord.

Not endless as in never-ending...

Endless, as in without the end.

So if my blogging is a little sporadic over the next few days while I am waiting for a replacement cord....

It could be because I am too tired after long work days to wait the 45 minutes for my company laptop to reboot so I can log into to my blog and facebook accounts which are not deemed company appropriate so I need to answer the "Yes I understand and wish to continue" dialog over and over....

You understand....

RIP Mikey

Our microwave (aka Mikey) died Wednesday....

The funeral will be next Wednesday - trash day in our end of Willoughby ...

I would have preferred a quick funeral but Mikey passed away after the 10:00 AM pick-up.

But if you know Phillipia, there is a lesson to be learned and an opportunity for adventure in everything...

With Mikey, it is easy enough to put stuffing and potatos and turkey in their neat places on a plate and warm them up....

But, with only the stove to work with, I prefer the one sauce-pan approach.

So I used the demise of Mikey as an opportunity to introduce G-Man to one of my favorite leftover concoctions.

Leftover Stew:

Leftover Turkey Meat (White and Dark) - All

Leftover Mashed Potatoes - All

Leftover Green Bean Casserole - All

Leftover Sweet Potato Casserole - All

Leftover Stuffing - All

Leftover Gravy - All

Leftover Cranberry Sauce - All

More Gravy - However much you like

Combine all leftovers in a sauce pan.

Add More Gravy to Taste.

Heat, stirring as aften as you remember, until hot throughout.

Serve immediately.

Store leftovers in the fridge.

Warm up leftover Leftover Stew throughout the weekend whenever you are missing the great taste of Thanksgiving dinner....

G-man was impressed - or at least he acted like he was at the time - hunger does strange things to him.