First Blog Ever!!
Well here it is, my first foray in to the blogisverse. I'm pretty sure I just invented the term blogisverse..... Just googled it and sure enough nothing. See, I just got started and already this thing is something special.
Hmmm, Not sure exactly where to start here. I have a bunch of stories and ideas rattling around in my head and you better believe that they will start hitting the page super quick but since I still have no idea if I am even doing this page correctly I had better keep it simple until I know for sure that this will not get randomly deleted by me accidentally or maybe I am still in the blog tutorial and I would have to retype a bunch of junk all over again if none of this is actually going to appear on the finished product. So lets call this a test and see what happens.
Hmmm, Not sure exactly where to start here. I have a bunch of stories and ideas rattling around in my head and you better believe that they will start hitting the page super quick but since I still have no idea if I am even doing this page correctly I had better keep it simple until I know for sure that this will not get randomly deleted by me accidentally or maybe I am still in the blog tutorial and I would have to retype a bunch of junk all over again if none of this is actually going to appear on the finished product. So lets call this a test and see what happens.
It's all Larissa's fault.
So the very first story that I will share is one I like to call "It's all Larissa's Fault"
I'm sure that most people including Larissa (I really hope I am spelling her name correctly because she is awesome and I would hate to fuck it up this early in my blog career) would disagree. I should probably not put such long parenthesis in the middle of my sentences because that is one sure fire way to confuse people and get them wondering what the story is actually about which brings us to the chili pot. That sweet looking pot in the picture to the left there is the most awesome chili pot on the planet. I don't just say that because it's the only chili pot I have ever owned but also because it is the perfect size and material for chili. When I was growing up I used to avoid most spicy foods. I did eat the horseradish because I my DzaDza(Polish for Grandfather) used to make it himself. It would have been kind of sissy to not mow down on such a treat in front of my uber manly uncles. Uncles have a way of bringing out the foolish in little boys because the boys will try to impress them with their grownupness even if they are obviously not grown up at all. I have always loved ice cram and that is not spicy at all.
As I grew older I started to eat more of the spicy stuff from time to time and my tolerance eventually increased. It hit a serious peak when I was in the Army. I was stationed in South Korea for a year and one of the things I developed a taste for was Yaki-Mon_du. I spelled that phonetically because I haven't the first clue how to spell it correctly. Those are basically fried dumplings. We used to make a paste out of katsup and ground red pepper to dip them in. We usually got them on the way home from the bar at night as we stumbled/crawled back to post. They were so wonderful on the way in and so painful on the way out.
Eventually I finished my Army contract and moved back to Michigan. Fast forward several years(more interim stories later). After several years of ......... I ended up back in Lansing and moved in with Patrick and Larissa. Remember Larissa? This story is about how it's all her fault after all. Larissa was addicted to Franks Red Hot. It's a hot sauce that is made out of fire and wonderful. I have never read the ingredients but if I did I'm sure those two things would be right on the label. Anywho Larissa used to put Franks Red Hot(should I be putting a little trademark/copyright symbol every time I say Franks?) on just about any dish of food she made. I of course had to try it and now I am hooked. The three of us are no longer roommates but are still great friends. Patrick and Larissa are actually married now. I of course put Franks on just about anything now including my "Nightmare Chili". My chili got it's name from another former roommate who said it gave her nightmares.
So there you have it. The first story of many on this goofy little blog and as any rational person can see, it is clearly all Larissa's fault. (about the Franks anyway)
I'm sure that most people including Larissa (I really hope I am spelling her name correctly because she is awesome and I would hate to fuck it up this early in my blog career) would disagree. I should probably not put such long parenthesis in the middle of my sentences because that is one sure fire way to confuse people and get them wondering what the story is actually about which brings us to the chili pot. That sweet looking pot in the picture to the left there is the most awesome chili pot on the planet. I don't just say that because it's the only chili pot I have ever owned but also because it is the perfect size and material for chili. When I was growing up I used to avoid most spicy foods. I did eat the horseradish because I my DzaDza(Polish for Grandfather) used to make it himself. It would have been kind of sissy to not mow down on such a treat in front of my uber manly uncles. Uncles have a way of bringing out the foolish in little boys because the boys will try to impress them with their grownupness even if they are obviously not grown up at all. I have always loved ice cram and that is not spicy at all.
As I grew older I started to eat more of the spicy stuff from time to time and my tolerance eventually increased. It hit a serious peak when I was in the Army. I was stationed in South Korea for a year and one of the things I developed a taste for was Yaki-Mon_du. I spelled that phonetically because I haven't the first clue how to spell it correctly. Those are basically fried dumplings. We used to make a paste out of katsup and ground red pepper to dip them in. We usually got them on the way home from the bar at night as we stumbled/crawled back to post. They were so wonderful on the way in and so painful on the way out.
Eventually I finished my Army contract and moved back to Michigan. Fast forward several years(more interim stories later). After several years of ......... I ended up back in Lansing and moved in with Patrick and Larissa. Remember Larissa? This story is about how it's all her fault after all. Larissa was addicted to Franks Red Hot. It's a hot sauce that is made out of fire and wonderful. I have never read the ingredients but if I did I'm sure those two things would be right on the label. Anywho Larissa used to put Franks Red Hot(should I be putting a little trademark/copyright symbol every time I say Franks?) on just about any dish of food she made. I of course had to try it and now I am hooked. The three of us are no longer roommates but are still great friends. Patrick and Larissa are actually married now. I of course put Franks on just about anything now including my "Nightmare Chili". My chili got it's name from another former roommate who said it gave her nightmares.
So there you have it. The first story of many on this goofy little blog and as any rational person can see, it is clearly all Larissa's fault. (about the Franks anyway)