Picky picky

My dad is so weird about food. I think he just likes to have something to bitch about, but he gets really annoying about food sometimes. Like, I've been making chuck roast for us in the crock pot for YEEEEARS. It's always been made the same way, with steak sauce brushed all over it, and it always comes out tender and juicy and yummmmmmyyy. I make it tonight, and he goes, "Didn't you make gravy?" O_o?? I've never made gravy before, and it's not even necessary, since it comes out so juicy. You want gravy, you just pour some of the drippings over it. I usually have mine with some steak sauce, too.

But he's like, "Your mom always made it with gravy." I don't know which wife he's talking about, but he must be talking about the secret one none of us knows about, because my mom never made gravy with roast. In fact, I can't really remember her making roast much at all. She usually cooked us other stuff, and roast was an infrequent treat. When we did have it, there wasn't any gravy. If we wanted something on it, we used ketchup or barbecue sauce or something. Gravy's too freakin hard to make anyway.

But my dad's always been like this; he's always got to bitch about some dumb little thing when it comes to food you cook for him. If it seems like he has no reason to complain, he'll come up with some dumb thing that's not even true, like the fact that my mom made gravy so therefore, I should make it too even though he's NEVER asked for it before. Just so long as he's RIGHT. And people wonder why I don't cook for the both of us more than a couple times a week. >;D ::sigh:: Actually, people don't wonder that, but it just sounds good.

Gawd I have so many things to work on right now, I don't know where to start. I wish I could answer all my email under a particular screen name, but I know it would take a couple of hours, and I should be in bed already. Where does the time go? :P

XD

Judge Judy cracks me up. She's such a bitch, but the people almost always deserve it. They've got a case on there right now where a little girl bullied another girl at school and broke her glasses, and the mother of the bully believes her daughter's cockabull story about not breaking the glasses. Judge Judy is being so hard on her, woohoo! It's very satisfying to watch, because while I was doing daycare work, I ran into more than one parent with "my perfect little darling would never do anything malicious" syndrome. It got very frustrating at times. Kids can be very malicious! They totally have it in them, and it won't stop unless the parent gets over their stupid perfect little image of their kid and realizes that so they can make it stop.

Reminds me of this kid who played at the park during my daycare years. I think her name was Carissa. She was a really violent bully who would push kids off playground equipment for no reason. She'd do it with a huge smile on her face, like this was the best fun, hurting people, yay! I had a couple of run-ins with her because she shoved my nephew off a merry-go-round, and I wasn't about to let that go by without lecturing the horrid little bitch. He did nothing to her. He was just on the thing and she smiled evilly and shoved him off because he was close enough to shove. It was obvious that no one ever disciplined miss Karissa, and the girl was happily on the road to juvenile delinquency. Maybe she'll be on Judge Judy one of these days soon.

Anyway, the most ludicrous story I heard about miss Karissa was from one of the other kids; I said something to my niece and nephew about Karissa's behavior, and the kids started talking amongst themselves about their "how Karissa bullied me" stories. One kid looked at me and said the little darling had held him down and banged his head against the ground. The way he said it, he was totally serious, it was not just a story. Now isn't that precious! Why is this child not in a straight jacket?