Saturday's Mishap

So, we were in a little car accident Saturday. It wasn't serious, just scary.

Basically, we were driving down 90/94, merging from the express lane to the main road. We were stuck behind this old, beat-up looking car, and as we were driving along, Chris says to me, "That guy's tire looks like it's about to fall off."

And just then, his front hood flies off. (The tire, on the other hand, stayed in tact). The hood flew over his car and came right at us. Chris swerved toward the shoulder, but we still hit the hood and then drove over it. It left a nice gash in the bumper, and the status of the underbody of our car is TBD.

So, we pulled over to the ramp while the other driver went to retrieve his stray hood. It was held on by chicken wire. So, obviously, the dude had no insurance. Still, he stuck around and talked to the cops, gave his information, was very, very apologetic to us, etc. So, at least he was a bit more courteous than the other random vehicular aggressor.

How does this stuff happen to us? We literally drive once a week, and that's it. Yet, in less than a year, we've managed to get in a three-car accident — while parked, and had a car hood flung at us. WTF?

New G n' R

It's no Welcome to the Jungle, or Sweet Child, or Mr. Brownstone, or Patience, or even Don't Cry. In fact, it's pretty boring.

But, it's the first Guns N' Roses release in 17 years, so I'll take what I can get.

Oh Axl, where do it all go wrong? Oh right, the drugs.

In case you were wondering...

... it's possible to make microwave popcorn on the stovetop. So, the next time you and your sister decide to rent a movie on OnDemand, and then run to the Jewel to buy a few boxes of microwave popcorn, come home, open the package, and then remember, YOU DON'T OWN A MICROWAVE**, don't fear. You can pop it in a large pot with a little oil.

Although if you decide to go this route, I'd recommend just buying popping kernels in a jar because opening an unpopped bag of microwave popcorn might just make you never want to eat it again. The kernels are all bound together by the gelatinous goo of orange-colored butter and salt. Blech.

**Our last apartment came with a microwave, and we haven't gotten around to buying a new one since moving.

Greatest Chili Ever

Yesterday, Chris and I made the best veggie chili ever. Except, by "Chris and I," I mean, Chris did all the work while I watched, waved around an immersion blender, and ate handfuls of Life cereal in the background.

Anyway, here's the recipe, in Chris' words:

Sautee one white onion and two gloves of garlic and hearty helpings of chili seasoning, cayenne, and emeril mix in a little oil until the onion and garlic soften and the seasoning really smells. Put onion, garlic, and scrape seasoning into crockpot. Add very little water (a tsp) to pan to get up rest of seasoning left in pan and add to crock pot. Add five small cans of drained stewed tomatoes with the mexican spices already in them. Add a big can of drained and washed kidney beans, two big cans of drained and washed chickpeas, and a big ass can of drained and washed black beans. Mix up. Add more chili seasoning, emeril mix, and cayenne to top and put lid on and leave on low for 8 or 9 hours.

Ooh, ooh! Here's the part where I come in:

Next, remove about 3-4 cups of the chili and puree with an immersion blender (which Chris says I use just because I like using the term "immersion blender." I'm not exactly disagreeing with that statement.) Then, put the pureed chili back in the crock pot and stir. Put some in a bowl, melt some cheese on top, and add hot sauce to your likin'. Eat. Repeat.

Good night

So, we moved a week ago. I can't say it went off without a hitch, nor can I say we're all settled in now. Rather, I have lots of interesting stories from the past week, like the time the movers never showed up, or the time we found a mouse in the house, or the many times we experienced a leaky toilet. But I'm much too tired to write about those at the moment.

Earlier today, my co-worker said, "Hey, how's it going?" to which I replied, "You're welcome."

I am tired.