Gurgling, gut busting Mac n Cheese.

Today I have a long list of stuff I need to accomplish. Being that I don’t make lists, odds are I will forget something. My main objective is food for tomorrow’s party at the +internet cafe+ and the last of the gift cards I have to get. I have purchased half, but need to purchase to others and put them in my cards. Favoritism at the café? It could be considered that. I prefer calling it giving gifts to those that I appreciate and like on a personal level as opposed to those that I have to appreciate and like on a work level.
Saturday evening is our Christmas party. I am making baked ribs because they are so seasonal to Xmas. And I have to make some beef ribs as well because one of the nurses doesn’t eat pork. I need to cook them separately so I know which ribs are which. Right now I’m making baked mac n cheese. I am responsible for that also. The mac n cheese ingredients I have in the house, so I am getting a head start. My mac n cheese is a dairy nightmare. If anyone has any kind of bowel/dairy issue, then I would eat it with caution. Milk, butter, and almost a pound of cheese in the pot simmering till it all melts, macaroni noodles cooked. Dump the milk/cheesy liquid over the macaroni in a baking dish (I use disposable aluminum baking products), mix in some 5 cheese shredded and stir till melted. Then add on top left over sliced American cheese as well as whatever is left in the shredded cheese bag and bake for an hour or so at 350. Spices per your own taste. Yummy till the gut gets gurgling. Gurgling is the goal.
I have everything wrapped. It’s not even hidden. It’s inside stuff in the living room. Actually it is all in plain sight. If they only had their antennaes up, they would have found my stash. But they are thinking along the lines of car trunk or closet. If they only knew! The girl was dancing in the living room last night and was throwing herself around wildly on and off the floor and for a second I really thought she would discover the easy bake ovens. It wasn’t meant to be.
So, enough about Christmas. I am all Christmas’d out. I wanna move on to New Year’s Resolutions. My major resolution will be particularly difficult:to stop cussing.
I thought of it the other day during a cuss filled rant over something trivial. I am notoriously profane, especially while driving. I literally have to think hard NOT to cuss when I am speaking. So that is my resolution. I am not saying that I will stop 100%. Sometimes women are cunts. Sometimes men are dicks and sometimes shit happens and it ain’t fucking right. I’m just saying that not every sentence I say has to have a cuss word in it. I can do this.

Have a great holiday from SOM 12/23/11