I Have I(rritable)B(owel)S(yndrome)

Stupid neck!!!

So, I know it is usually my bowels, but my neck has been giving me trouble this weekend. Started yesterday afternoon. Lame. Especially since there were festivities for Rachelle's birthday, including swing dancing. Luckily Rachelle and I are both well enough entranced with each other that we managed to have a good time anyway.

So, the problem with my neck it that it is all sore and stiff, spreading up my scalp over my skull and down to my shoulders. As I was walking around Ralphs' today I got stiffer and stiffer to the point where I couldn't turn my head to look down the aisles. Lame.

So, what am I to do? I don't actually want to go buy and start using muscle relaxants for something that'll be gone in a day or two anyway. Far be it from me to:

1. Try something new, or
2. Go to Rite Aid and spend five bucks.

Luckily I did finally realize that I do have something at home already to get the job done. Thank you 30 year-old Whisky. Really, worked wonders on my neck. Anyway, I'm quite wired now from hydrating myself quite a bit (water, not whisky). Think that may have been the problem in the first place. But, if the problem persists I think I might try this.

ION:

I watched Lady and the Tramp yesterday at Rachelle's, and as you may have guessed, I have a few observations:

1. Random letters occasionally pop up when using closed captioning, like a single "ñ",
2. The phrase "Son of a Gun" was used in the film despite the fact that the situation really quite literally called for the unadulterated version of the phrase, and
3. The Shins are awesome! (Unrelated to the film, but that doesn't make it any less true.)

Sleep time.

So for those of you who were wondering about how I made the RFB's, which I think was only my brother but I am still going to talk about it on a quite public soapbox, here is the recipe:

No Recipe!!!

Well, at least not yet. I include pinto beans, cumin, oregano, garlic, cayenne, canola oil, and salt. Oh, and a masher. Soak your beans over night, cook them (boil 10 min, simmer 1-1.5 hours), mash beans into hot oiled pan or Dutch oven, add flavorings and water (possibly the water the beans were cooked in) and simmer down to desired consistency. You can use a lot of cumin. It adds a mild sweetness that helps to balance the starchiness of the beans. And you don't really need all that much salt or oil. I think I might need some onion in there. But alas, I have not found an exact recipe yet. I know, lame. Well, here's a different recipe:

A.J.'s 4-Lamp Chili

1. Sort and soak 3 cups beans (pinto, kidney, pink, and/or red) in water overnight.
2. Simmer beans 1-2 hours.
3. Dice and sauté 1 onion.
4. Brown and drain 1 ½ lbs. meat.
5. Add all ingredients to large pot with:

• 3 tbsp chili powder
• 1 tsp each cumin, cayenne, oregano, and crushed red pepper
• ¾ tsp salt
• ½ bulb diced/crushed garlic
• 28 oz can ground tomatoes
• enough water to stir all together.

6. Cook 1-2 hours, stirring frequently.

Postlogue

For those of you feeling let down that you have actually read this entire post, it just goes to show that one can create an entirely boring post without simply recounting their day or starting with the phrase "Long time, no post." That doesn't look right. I need to learn me somes writin' rules.

# posted by i have ibs : 11:04 AM  73 comments

Happy Birthday Rachelle!!!

She is 21 today!!!

Woo...!!!




Hoo!!!

Take that, Corporate America!!!

I can now make my own quite tasty refried beans. The hands of ConAgra Foods and the fingers of Rosarita no longer have a strangle hold on me. iViva la revolucion!

Well, the big day in review.

• My DVD collection increases 50 percent with the addition of the first season of Columbo(Carlo and bobbywood) and some Space Ghost (Glenn). I predict Bobby will have a Peter Falk impression down within a month.
• Ozzy Rules! (Well, at least according to the wall at the junkyard.)
• The inhabitants of the Punnery have new monikers: the Skeaze, the Cheese, the Queaze, and the Sneeze. I'll leave it to y'all to figure out who each is.
• b=n+1 (n=number of wood)
• Mike is intolerant of intolerant people.
• Massive amounts of time spent with Rachelle is more rewarding than time spent with massive amounts of Tommy's.
• Michelle's birthday post was well appreciated, although not the most pleasant thing on my eyes.
• etc....

Well, my eyes went when I was six, and my bowels when I was thirteen. Now it is time for the fingers.

So I wanted to see if the was anything universally (and by universal I mean within the US, you know, the only part of the universe that matters) special about the bigger double deuce. Google to the rescue! Unfortunately the fingers decided to poop out. I don't think a search for 22 rutes if passeage will be too fruitful.

Well, only one result. I'mn't the man.