So I've never really been a fan of Teflon because when I was in college I'd buy the $8 pans at the grocery store and the Teflon would start coming off. I distinctly remember having shards of metal in my meals. Since then I've graduated to a whole host of cookware, but I only have one questionable pan, which --oddly enough-- I just recently bought to teach myself how to make my husband omlets. (I hate eggs.)
Today they announced that because an ingredient in Teflon has been linked to a whole bunch of bad stuff they're going to phase it out by 2015. So my question is: who buys a Teflon pan for the next 9 years??? Isn't that weird? "Um, hi, we know this stuff causes cancer, so we're only going to make it for 9 more years."
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Monday, January 09, 2006
Psycho People, Part I
I can only imagine that there will be hundreds more posts about psycho people. Since my DH and I moved to the ghetto last year we've learned all about new things - like hearing sirens all night and stepping out on a crisp fall day and sucking in a big wad of Wendy'smell. My next door neighbor recently posted a litany of charges on the neighborhood listserv about how people should behave. She has a timer for the neighborhood snow shoveling so you better hup-to!
Our other neighbor across the street has his entire house decorated like a Salvadoran restaurant on Christmas Eve the whole year round. He didn't take the lights down at all last year. I would think that the 47 people who live there would have had a collective 15 minutes in 2005. Their house is host for 6971 cars on any given Wednesday. Unfortunately, they park their painting van in the driveway so each afternoon we come home to cars parked all over the front of our house. They like to back right up to the bumper of DH's itsy bitsy car.
But the most recent joy is the crazy ass "car dealer" around the corner. If I could put a thousand more quotes around the word dealer you might start to understand. There are about 3x as many cars on the lot as will fit there. And yet, there are always people idling outside the dealer's office. Idiling and idiling. At all hours of the day and night.
Actually, it would be pretty handy if we were into smack or crank or whatever the kids do these days because then we could just swing by the dealer's after work, pick up some Frostys and fries, and lie on the car hoods in front of our house marvelling at the Christmas lights across the way.
A couple of weeks after we moved in my car was keyed from stem to stern. Of course, you may have heard about the crazy flower lady and I don't know if it was her or what.
Our other neighbor across the street has his entire house decorated like a Salvadoran restaurant on Christmas Eve the whole year round. He didn't take the lights down at all last year. I would think that the 47 people who live there would have had a collective 15 minutes in 2005. Their house is host for 6971 cars on any given Wednesday. Unfortunately, they park their painting van in the driveway so each afternoon we come home to cars parked all over the front of our house. They like to back right up to the bumper of DH's itsy bitsy car.
But the most recent joy is the crazy ass "car dealer" around the corner. If I could put a thousand more quotes around the word dealer you might start to understand. There are about 3x as many cars on the lot as will fit there. And yet, there are always people idling outside the dealer's office. Idiling and idiling. At all hours of the day and night.
Actually, it would be pretty handy if we were into smack or crank or whatever the kids do these days because then we could just swing by the dealer's after work, pick up some Frostys and fries, and lie on the car hoods in front of our house marvelling at the Christmas lights across the way.
A couple of weeks after we moved in my car was keyed from stem to stern. Of course, you may have heard about the crazy flower lady and I don't know if it was her or what.
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