Buffets Are Nasty Unless You Like Your Food Sneezed On

Disclaimer: I’m not a fan of Buffets…

But I’m sure the Title gave that away.. LOL


The Nasty Buffet


The other day I came across this above picture on Pintrest. It was an article on Huffington Post.  I had to laugh as it pretty much sums up my thoughts on most buffets.

I know for many of you, Buffet’s might be the wholly grail of fine dining. After all, who wouldn’t love 8 plates of crab legs? Oh yea, me… I hate seafood remember.   🙂

Some of the longest lines I’ve ever seen are those at a casino’s Buffet. Heck, people will pay $40-$50 for those seafood buffets! That is crazy. Go to a nice restaurant people!  lol

While you may see a buffet and hear the angels sing, I see a buffet and just see food that is an hour or more old, hands picking through it, sneezing, germs. People playing with my food. Cooked with zero seasoning and barely recognizable as the true food it is.  crablegs

Heck, even those crab legs you love so much have you spending hours cracking and digging for little meat and lots of water. No wonder you need to eat 8 plates.  LOL

Now, I will say in defense of Buffets, they are one step up from the grosses thing on earth…PEAS!  Yep, if you recall, I think they are little round balls of puke!

So, what do you think of buffets?  Nasty or Heaven to you?

The ABCs of Me ~~ Or More Than You Wanted to Know

Each night as I try to wind down from my day, I start surfing the blogs I follow. And now that I found the little link that WordPress has, I find it so much easier than getting 50 million emails. Yes, 50 million! No exaggeration. I have “liked” way too many of you! But I’m stubborn and plan to find more to add. I’ll just give up having a life and spend 24/7 reading what you all write. And this silly link has made it that much easier for me to do this.

But I digress once more.

Sharon over at showard76 was playing this game with other bloggers that had several questions based off the alphabet. I thought what a fun idea.

I jumped up and down screaming “I want to play! I want to play!” Then I decided to hijack the game and play. Feel free to steal, I mean borrow it as well.

Now, what kind of game would it be if I didn’t put my own Tammy the Sarcastic Wit on it? I wouldn’t want to disappoint any of you.

So away we go…..

A is for age: A) None of your business. How’s that for an A?  LOL, just kidding. I’m 46 physically, emotionally & intellectually. However, there is still a 20-year-old wondering how we got here and when our body turned on us. Especially the knees. Then again, they never really liked us.

B is for breakfast today: Hmm, do I lie and say something healthy? Or do I admit I reheated my left over quesadilla? But it was gooooooood.

C is for currently craving: Coke. No not the drug silly. The nectar of the gods. Coca Cola. 😀

D is for dinner tonight: Haven’t thought that far out. My gosh, you just asked me about breakfast. I haven’t even thought of my second microwaved meal of the day yet!

E is for favorite type of exercise: Pushing other people’s buttons. Some of you have some great resistance!

F is for an irrational fear: Hands down my fear of moths / butterflies Read this: Butterflies are Evil!

G is for gross food: PEAS!!!!!!!!! OMG they suck!  Read this: Peas, My Mom’s Favorite Torture Tool

H is for hometown: Tough one for me. I moved so much as a kid. Best I can give you is I’m a Southern California Girl – Orange County – And definitely not the OC type. Think way other side of those TV show tracks.  LOL

I is for something important: Laughter. Did you think I was going to say family like everyone else?

Hell, trust me; we all need laughter to deal with our families. 

J is for current favorite jam: Music Jam or Toast Jam? Hmm, which way do I go with this one?  I could sing Peanut Butter Jelly Time and kill both but….. Grape Jelly is my answer.

K is for kids: Is that a question? No kids. I like sending them home too much. Hard to do if they lived with you. But I do have 2 furry kids. Both 14 – Bingo & Tia.

L is for current location: Orient Express. Oh wait, Location not Locomotion. My office at work.

M is for the most recent way you spent money: Same way I spend 99% of my money. Bills, Bills, Bills and not the Destiny’s Child song either. The cool answer would be something like on the Chippendale’s Dancer or buying a new teak panel for the Yacht. But alas, just bills.

N is for something you need: Money! Didn’t you see the 99% that goes to bills? Ok, forget that answer. I need sleep! I want one good 12 hour no wakey even to go potty type of sleep. There you go, how about if I dream of money?

O is for occupation: Ice Cream Lady!!! Haven’t you read any of the Pink Truck stories?

P is for pet peeve: While I’m not fond of butt crack or pants down as you saw in my previous posts, my true pet peeve is lying. Yep, hate when people lie to me especially over stupid things. If you will lie about the small things, odd are you will lie about the big things. I hate liars.  🙁

Q is for a quote: Shakespeare? Movies? Some of these “”””” oh I know. My favorite quote. Duhhh.   Ok, here is one I love…  “Just because you know something, doesn’t mean you understand it”    It so fits people who think they know it all yet understand nothing. 

R is for random fact about you: Umm, isn’t pretty much everything above? Just saying. Hell, I’ll even toss a few more in down below.

S is for favorite healthy snack: Healthy?  LOLLLLLL Surely you jest.

T is for favorite treat: My dogs would say Pup-eroni’s. Me? I don’t like them that much.

U is for something that makes you unique: Everything. No one like me. Some would shout THANK GOD!  I’d say my ability to laugh in bad situations. (hence my blog title)

V is for favorite vegetable: You already know it sure the hell aint peas! (And don’t tell me aint aint a word cuz aint aint in the dictionary ~~ It’s my blog and I’ll use it if I want to) The answer is…I hate veggies. But if I must say…I like cucumbers. And pickles. Are pickles still a veggie after they pickle? Hmmmm

W is for today’s workout: This long ass blog answer. I’m sweating over here!

X is for X-rays you’ve had: Probably everything at one point. I’m surprised I don’t light up the night. I’m old remember A?

Y is for yesterday’s highlight: Surviving. I’m hoping to do the same today.   😀

 Z is for your time zone: Depends on the time of year. Arizona is funny that way. Technically Mountain Standard year round, yet it really is Pacific Standard through the summer. Arizona is so odd.


Did you make it all the way to Z with me? WAKE UPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

You know you laughed at least 17 out of 26 times. And that is 17 more laughs than you had prior to starting.

Let’s all have some fun and do this. Most of you are always looking for something to blog about. So here you go.

So, let’s all participate on the Alphabet Survey by blogging about your answers. (I’m not sure if you are to use the same questions, but hey, it’s your post. Use these or create your own)

Let me know once you’ve done it and I’ll definitely come visit. I even promise to read all 26 answers. Yep, pinky swear!

Thanks for having fun with me!  (or, I hope you had fun – sure would hate to lose any followers ~~ then I’d really get no sleep)

~~~till we laugh again~~~

Peas! My Mother’s Favorite Torture Tool

Little Balls of Puke

I’m not a fan of green, especially in my food. Maybe I just associate green food with mold. Now, I do like cucumbers and lettuce. Maybe pickles and celery but one thing I absolutely can’t stand is PEAS!

My mother would eat peas everyday of her life if she could. And when I was a kid she would force those little balls of puke on me all the time.

What is my issue with them? Glad you asked. First off they smell. No stink. And once you crack them open the smell is even more overwhelming nausea.  Just the taste of them on my tongue makes me want to puke. Gagging starts almost immediately.

I do thank peas for one thing. If it weren’t for peas, I wouldn’t be able swallow pills. (not drug pills silly, aspirin – oh wait I guess technically that is a drug). I got so good I could eat my peas without ever breaking one on my tongue. Give me a glass of water and I can swallow them whole. But heaven help me when one would crack. Gag reflex engage.

My mom however never believed me. She just thought I was a typical kid not wanting to eat their vegetables. It wasn’t till years later when I was around peas and her and that gag reflex kicked in. She looked at me and said something like, “Oh my god, they really do make you sick!”.   Duhhhhhh

So please, if you invite me over for dinner, please do corn.


~~~Till we laugh again~~~

Little Green Balls of Puke