When you were a kid was there ever a dish that your mom/dad/guardian ever cooked that when you found out it was THAT night, you wanted to coerce your BFF to offer you a dinner invitation? For me it was meatloaf night. Don't get me wrong. My mother is/was an awesome cook. I learned a lot from her. Her fried whiting could elicit Homer Simpson like moans and drools for a mile radius. Before her high blood pressure scare her spaghetti and hamburgers could make me clean the pot/grill. (I'm thinking now I had an unhealthy addiction to salt cause with the blood pressure meds the salt in my childhood house became a war criminal) But no matter what she put in it, on it, or near it. I could not stand my mothers Meatloaf. And you want to know what is hilarious about that? Her meatloaf recipe is the exact same as her hamburger recipie. The only difference was the hamburgers were fried and the meatloaf was baked.
But are you ready for this? Now that I am an adult with kids of my own. I love meatloaf. I love making it (Although you will still never catch me touching raw hamburger with my hands) and I love eating it, and I love reheating it. Dude seriously, reheating meatloaf when i was a kid was six times worse than eating it the first time around.
I don't get it. I honestly don't get. Growing up you hate something but once you are an adult, it's like mana from heaven.
There are so many things I don't get.
Among them today is violence against other people.
Day before yesterday the cops were outside of my home once again because a girl from around the corner got beaten up by this guy named Benny. I don't know either of them. She said he beat her down, kicked her repeatedly, then took her bag. She made it to the lady across the streets house to call the cops. I have to be honest and tell you that I am glad she went to them and not to me because I would have done what was needed and called the cops but I wouldn't want to deal with the drama.
I also wouldn't want to deal with the repercussions.
It seems that he came back and found her leaned on the side of my next door neighbors house and threatened her then left. This is the house he thought she sought refuge in. So yesterday, my next door neighbor's grandson came home to find their door kicked in and every single one of their televisions except an old school one gone. The perp rifled through important papers and her jewelry then took the xbox and the wii. They were there for a good long time because they carted four televisions out of that house and had time to unscrew the cable as opposed to yank it out.
I was over there last night to see if there was anything she needed and she said she found a note on her bed under her covers that said "stay out of it". She claimed it was this Benny. IDK. Who else would leave a note that said stay out of it.
Of course he had to have accomplices. Like I said four televisions, an xbox, and a wii. Plus the time to be in her house that long. I didn't hear a thing but still.... According to her computer, which she says her daughter went on later, this Benny got arrested at two yesterday afternoon. If he's the one that robbed my next door neighbor, then he had been in her house probably right after her daughter left at ten.
IDK bloggers.
Why do people do stuff like this??? I lived in Asbury Park. Down the street from the crypts and up the street from the Bloods. I grew up with them I was friends with member from both sides. The only problem I ever had living in the ghetto was one night a man got drunk and came in my apartment by mistake. One which he quickly righted when I met him at the top of my stairs with a butcher knife. Yet I move to suburbia and it's like the worst hell of all. People break into your house and take what they want. People beat the hell out of someone and it's just a thing they do.
Eh... I guess this is just a random burble. I needed to get it out of my mind. Whatever.it's over and I'm not going to spend any more time thinking about it. I just wont.
Terminally Single and Blogging is going to finish dinner.
