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Jalapeno Dip Flip – NanoPoblano – Day 14

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Jalapeno Dip Flip – NanoPoblano – Day 14

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The third true story of my misadventures with Mexican food, I’ve named…

JALAPENO DIP FLIP

This time, my daughter and I were at a restaurant. We’d just finished a great Mexican food meal, which included a unique dip to have with the tortilla chips…a creamy jalapeno concoction, that is very good.

We were sitting at our table, the place was crowded and noisy, with people talking and cool music playing. The waiter came bustling by to ask if we needed anything else, and to take away our empty dishes. He stacked up an armload, and just as he turns to leave, all the dishes he was holding, toppled over…onto my daughter.

The plates and bowls were mostly empty, but there was some of the jalapeno dip left, and it went splashing everywhere. It was on the table, the floor, and all over my daughter, from head to toe…in her long hair, on her clothes, and on her sandaled feet.  We grabbed what few napkins were there, to try and wipe it all off. The waiter was all apologetic, trying to help wipe her off, then ran to get more napkins.

We did the best we could, then paid for the meal and left. Maybe we should have been compensated for the meal after that? The waiter did offer to pay for any dry-cleaning, though.

Now, back at the car, we were laughing about the incident, calling it the ‘Jalapeno Dip Flip’. We still had places we had to go, and so we did, even smelling like jalapenos. I don’t know if everywhere we went, the smell was noticeable. If people did notice, they didn’t mention it.

Now, whenever we have Mexican food, we are on high alert for weird disasters to happen. 🙂

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Exploding Enchiladas – NanoPoblano – Day 13

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Exploding Enchiladas – NanoPoblano – Day 13

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This is the second true story of my misadventures with Mexican food. As I mentioned in the first one, “Tamale Tumble”, strange things happen when we have Mexican food. I don’t know why…it doesn’t happen with other types of food.:)

This one is what I like to call….

EXPLODING ENCHILADAS

“Oh, my God! The enchiladas exploded!” we screamed, and dodged, as hot glass and enchiladas went flying off in all directions.

Talk about a ‘hot mess’, we had one.

Grabbing the cats out of the way, so they wouldn’t step in or eat glass, we put them in a bedroom.

Looking at the huge mess in the kitchen, I was thinking all that work of planning, cooking, and decorating is now ruined. But what could we do? Shaking our heads, and laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation, we began the clean up.

It was me, my daughter, and her fiancee, trying to wipe up hot glass and enchiladas, without burning or cutting our hands. The deconstructed enchiladas were everywhere…on the stove, the cabinet, and the floor. There may have even been some on the ceiling, and I saw shards of glass in the side dishes of beans and rice.

It looked impossible to get it all wiped up. We must have used a whole roll of paper towels.

It had started out as a fun evening. My daughter had brought her fiancee over for a meal, for the first time. I’d gotten industrious…figured enchiladas would be just the thing, since we make them all the time, and they turn out great. I even decorated a bit, hanging up some sombreros, and putting a tiny pinata on the table. I’d used a colorful horse blanket for a tablecloth.

Now, look at what a wonderful first impression my future son-in-law has had of me and my cooking. He was a good sport about it, though. As we finished cleaning, we all wondered what we were going to eat, since the explosion had effectively ended my plans.

We looked at each other…”Pizza!” we decided. My now son-in-law was the hero that night. He went and picked us up a wonderful pizza, and even paid for it. We sat there at the table with the Mexican decorations, and enjoyed our meal, as we talked about the crazy thing that had happened.

The night of the exploding enchiladas is now just a funny family story we like to tell.

Lesson learned…don’t set a glass dish on top of a hot stove burner, even if the glass dish is hot, right from the oven!

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First posted on May 20, 2014, under Mexican Food Misadventures (2nd true story)

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MANIC MONDAY – # 3 – KICKS

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MANIC MONDAY – # 3 – KICKS   

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This time, for Manic Monday, we got to listen and watch the video by Paul Revere and the Raiders, song, “Kicks”. One of my favorites!

So, the prompt word is ‘Kicks’.

To join in the challenge, just click the above link. There are no real rules, except to use the prompt word in your post. 🙂

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Do you remember the movie, “Cast Away”, starring Tom Hanks? It was where he was stranded on an island, and he found a Wilson volley ball. He pretended it was a friend, and talked to it. It was a good movie. Anyway…what has this got to do with the prompt word ‘kicks’?

Nothing much. I don’t think his character kicked the volley ball friend.

But, it did bring to mind a funny story I have.

My daughter and I used to go walking around a little park track a lot, and one day we happened to find an old, scraggly, tennis ball. It was a Wilson brand. We thought it would be fun to kick the tennis ball in front of us, all the way around the park. We were actually on the street while we walked. So, that’s what we did. We called it Wilson, like in the movie, and we kicked that ball the whole way. We got so tickled, as we’d holler, “Wilson!”, every time we kicked it a little off course. I’m sure people passing by gave us a strange look, but we didn’t care. We were having fun! 🙂

We kept that Wilson tennis ball for a long time.

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Here’s a song from 1970. The group is called, Alive and Kickin’. 🙂

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“Tighter, Tighter”, by Alive N Kickin’, was released in 1970, from the album, “Tighter, Tighter”. It was written by Bob King, and Tommy James, and is on the Roulette label.

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LOCKED OUT

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LOCKED OUT

Have you ever been locked out? It’s been awhile since I’ve been locked out of some place. It is not fun to try to open a door, and …uh-oh…it’s locked, and you don’t have the key!

Maybe you left it inside the house or the car, when you shut the door. It happens…being in a hurry, or just forgetful, or any number of reasons.

First, you keep jiggling the door handle, hoping you can somehow manage to loosen it, and it will magically come open. This is not going to happen, and really, you know it, but you keep trying.

You look around for help from someone, neighbor, stranger, anybody…and no one comes. You seem to feel there are eyes peeking at you from behind curtains, and that everyone in the universe is watching and laughing at your dilemma.

I’ve been locked out of my cars and house many times. The last resort, of course is to call the professional locksmiths to come open the door…and yes, they charge a fee for this service. By now, however, you don’t care how much it costs…just get it open – please!

Once me and my daughter (who was expecting a baby) had gone to yard sales. It was a very hot day. We bought a few things, then back at the truck, we found that the keys had been left inside…and the doors were locked. We could’t reach any family members to come rescue us. The people who were having the sale, noticed we were having a problem, so they came and tried the door, too. Finally, we did call for the mobile locksmith to come. While we waited, the nice yard sale people brought us lawn chairs to sit on, and cold soft drinks.

We hated spending our yard sale cash on opening the door, but it was all that was left to do. I can’t remember if we continued to shop, or just went home that day. Did we learn to check for the keys, before shutting a door? Yes, for awhile…then later on, uh-oh…locked out again.

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(Originally written on 4/14/14 for an A to Z post – letter L)

Also, for today’s Just Jot It January post –

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#JusJoJan Daily Prompt – Jan. 17th/17

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SICK

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True Story!

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“SICK”

Happy Halloween to me

I’m sick as I can be

Coughing and sneezing

Feeling hot, and then freezing

Phlegm and snot is what I’ve got

Aches and pains, I feel like rot

A headache that pounds

I just lay around

With a moan and a groan

Just leave me alone

Tylenol and tissues

You know I have issues

I want this sickness to go away

On this happy Halloween haunting day

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A to Z BLOG CHALLENGE 2016 – LETTER O

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Hi – and Happy Monday!

Today we have the letter O to work with. Let’s see what the Mystery Box Chickens have unwrapped for us today. 🙂

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Letter O is for…”Ob-li-di, ob-la-da” (Life Goes On)

The Beatles song, “Ob-li-di, ob-la-da” (Life Goes On), was written by Paul McCartney, and released in 1968. John Lennon was also mentioned as co-writer, but that is questionable, as he’d made it known he didn’t care for the song.

The title was said to have come from an acquaintance of Paul’s, the Nigerian conga player, Jimmy Scott-Enuakpor. He declared that it was an exclusive family saying, and it should be acknowledged as such. Paul disagreed, believing anyone could say the words, which meant life goes on. There were legal actions taken, resulting in the matter taken care of. (source: Wikipedia)

A fun fact – the song was used as the opening theme to a TV drama show, that ran from 1989-1993, called “Life Goes On”.

However the song came to be recorded, I like it. Do you?

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Letter O is for…Olympics

In the summer of 1972, the Olympic Games were held in Munich, Germany. On the 5th and 6th of September, the Palestinian group, Black September, took 11 Israeli athletes hostage, among others, and massacred them all.

I was there. Actually, my husband, some friends, and I had gone to the Olympics a few days before the hostage situation took place. We enjoyed our day there, but later, when we heard what had happened, it was shocking to think we had been so close to it all.

For the longer story of our visit, I wrote a piece for the A to Z Blog Challenge a couple of years ago on here. To read the story, please click the link here

These are some photos of our tickets and the stadium, where we watched some events while we were there.

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FIREBALLS

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FIREBALLS

Have you ever had something happen that you remember, but no one else does? It’s a weird feeling to have, and you think there has to be some reason, some explanation for why they don’t remember it. Did the incident happen in an alternate reality? Were you the only one that actually did see it? Did your memory play tricks on you, or was it just a dream? I’ve heard of screen memories, where you have one memory of something, to cover up a real incident that was traumatic. Well, I’m not sure what this one was, but here’s what I remember…

I was just a kid at the time. It was the middle of the night, and as usual, I was up by myself, looking out the windows at the stars, and hoping to see a UFO. Yeah, I was a weird kid, into all kinds of strange thoughts and having crazy experiences with the paranormal…and, I still am.

So, I was looking at the sky, when I saw the fireballs. They weren’t in the sky, but right across the street from our house. There were huge, orange balls of fire, poofing up from the telephone pole behind that house over there. One after another, they’d travel up the pole, then a big explosion at the top into a giant fireball.

After a little while, the whole neighborhood was awake, and there were firetrucks, and people watching what would happen. With so much commotion going on, you’d think everyone would remember that night. But, no…no one I asked, not my family, nor the neighbors, ever remembered such a thing happening.

I know that the transformers on telephone poles do explode and catch fire sometimes, and I’ve seen pictures on the news of this. But, the fireballs I saw that night were not even close to being a normal type of transformer malfunction. It was just the one pole, and no fire was ignited anywhere else in the area.

So, I’m left with this fireball memory, which will never be explained.

Have you had something happen, that you swear was real, but nobody else remembers?

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KNIFE NEIGHBORS

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One more true story about teleportation…

KNIFE NEIGHBORS

Have you ever lost something, only to have it reappear, years later?

This item I lost was a knife. It was an ordinary, inexpensive, paring knife. I had not packed it away, or just forgotten about using it, but one I used almost every day. I’d had this knife for quite a while, and it was my favorite, because it was easy to use, a good fit for my hand, and was excellent for peeling potatoes.

Then one day, as I went to get it from the drawer it was kept in, I couldn’t find it. I looked everywhere, even in other places, but it was gone. Over the years, I never quit looking for it…hoping it was just misplaced, and I’d find it someday. There were other knives that I could use, and did use, but none as good as that one. I’d pretty much come to the conclusion that it must have been accidentally been thrown out by mistake.

Then, this past year, it re-appeared. I opened the drawer to get a knife, and there it was, right on top of all the other knives…just like it had always been, before. It was like it had never gone missing, at all. I stared at it for a minute.

How did it come back? Where had it been, all these years? Why did it come back, now? Maybe, my parallel universe ‘neighbor’ had been using the knife for awhile. Had it been in someone else’s kitchen? Were ‘they’ missing the knife now, like I had?

Very strange…I suppose I’ll never really know for sure, but I’m happy it came back. I use it all the time.

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A FIRE…AFIRE

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A FIRE…AFIRE

Just thinking about fire. You know when you are thinking of something and you say your thoughts are on fire, or when you’re writing something, and it is going really good, you feel like you are on fire with the words pouring from your mind, this is a good thing, right? I guess it is a bit of a cliche, or just a figure of speech, to say or hear the words someone says to you, when you are getting things done at a good pace, “Wow, you’re really on fire, today!”

Everyone knows we are not literally  on fire; it’s basically a compliment…I think. But, have you ever really been on fire? I would hope not, and my prayers go out to anyone who has been. However, I have been on fire, sort of…my hair caught fire one time.

It is a funny story, now, but at the time it could have been worse. It was on my birthday, a few years back. My daughter had made me a super cool cake, made from Krispy Kreme doughnuts, covered in chocolate frosting. I leaned over to blow out the candles on top, never noticing my long hair had caught on fire. I heard sizzling and everyone started hollering and hitting me! Well, that’s just great…a great way to wish someone a happy birthday. Then, I heard what they were yelling, that my hair was on fire! Well, it didn’t do too much damage, and we did laugh about it, later. The cake was delicious, too!

Another time I encountered a fire, was when I was doing telemarketing. It was for selling those local coupon booklets. The company promised delivery of an order within minutes of placing one. This day, though, the drivers were all out on calls, and I volunteered to drive the booklet out and collect the money…but, it was to the next little town over. I knew I could do it, though, and I hurried over there. When I got to the house and knocked at the door, no one answered. The main door was open, just a screen there, and I could see the lady. She was asleep on the couch. The only thing was, was something was on fire in her kitchen! Smoke was coming out of there, and I kept hollering for her to wake up. Finally, she did, and ran in there to put it out. She was happy I came by when I did. I collected the money and left.

This next time, me and my husband were traveling down the highway, between towns. It was very seldom we saw a house or farm along this stretch of road. The weather was dry, as usual, in Texas, and the grass was all crispy brown like it gets at times. As we passed along, we saw a small wildfire just getting started, out in these people’s field, coming closer to their house. The lady of the place was frantically trying to smother the fire with a blanket, but needed help. We pulled over, jumped out of the car, and helped her put it out. A couple of more passersby did the same. Glad we were able to help.

Well, another time, I did catch the stove in our government housing afire. I forgot the cinnamon toast in the broiler, and it went up in flames. I called the fire department, who came with sirens and lights. The whole neighborhood came out to watch. Our stove was toast! Kaput! There was a write up in the newspaper about it, later, and was a bit embarrassing that my lack of focus concerning bread in the oven (a bad habit of mine) had caused such a commotion.

Those are the fiery thoughts I had today. Hope you have had better luck with fire!

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