Archive for February, 2013

Chili – Obie’s Special Recipe

Monday, February 25th, 2013

My special chili recipe. I like it nice and hot!

My special Chili recipe

My special chili recipe


Start with 2 lbs ground beef (or 1.5lb beef, 0.5lb pork)

Brown in small amount of oil with crushed garlic and 4Tbs chili powder, salt & ground pepper


To the beef, add:

  • 2-3 large cans of crushed Tomatoes(or two crushed and one whole, cut in pieces)
  • 2 cans dark kidney beans
  • 2 cans light kidney beans or chick peas
  • 2 onions, cut in lengthwise slices or rings
  • 3 bell peppers cut in lengthwise slices
  • 1 green, 1 red and 1 orange for color
  • 3 Tbs chili powder
  • Oregano, salt, 2tsp sugar, pinch ground cloves


Now for the heat… to your taste:

  • 3-4 large Jalapeño peppers
  • Tabasco, cumin and/or your favorite hot sauce
  • 1-2 habanero peppers, chopped but be careful
  • spices and peppers are to your taste


Simmer all together for at least one hour, preferably two.

I like it Cincinnati style. Obie’s Chili on a bed of angel hair pasta with cheese on top and sour cream on top of that and chopped onions on top of that and… get the idea


Unusual Words and their Definitions – some new, some strange, and all funny

Tuesday, February 5th, 2013
Sitting around in a group, discussing why a deadline was missed or a project failed, and who was responsible.


A manager, who flies in, makes a lot of noise, craps on everything, and then leaves.


The process by which some people seem to absorb success and advancement by kissing up to the boss rather than working hard.


The experience of spending an entire day swimming upstream only to get screwed and die in the end


An office filled with cubicles.


When someone yells or drops something loudly in a Cube Farm, and people’s heads pop up over the walls to see what’s going on.


The on-line, wired generation’s answer to the couch potato.


Single Income, Two Children, Oppressive Mortgage. What yuppies turn into when they have children and one of them stops working to stay home with the kids.


A person who seems to thrive on being stressed out and whiny.


An ATM or credit card that has been rendered useless because the magnetic strip is worn away from extensive use.


Euphemism for swiping free photocopies from one‘s workplace.


Entertainment and media spectacles that are annoying but you find yourself unable to stop watching them.


The fine art of whacking the crap out of an electronic device to get it to work again.


The rarefied organizational layers beginning just above the rank and file. Decisions that fall from the adminisphere are often profoundly inappropriate or irrelevant to the problems they were designed to solve.


Someone who’s clueless. From the World Wide Web error message “404 Not Found” meaning that the requested document could not be located. (For those in Toronto, it’s also Hwy 404… A destination that cannot be located.)


Surreptitiously farting while passing through a Cube Farm.


That minuscule fraction of time in which you realize that you’ve just made a BIG mistake.


Well-Off Older Folks


(oh-bliv-̩on) РA person who is so oblivious to his or her surroundings that they abandon all common courtesy and commit daily acts of rudeness. Oblivions are oblivious to the very fact that they are Oblivions, which makes it difficult for an Oblivion to ever see the error in his or her ways.

For example: A line of courteous people will form at the Starbucks coffee counter, with each person ordering in their turn. An Oblivion usually stands to the side of the line, staring so intently at the Frappuccino menu that when a clerk asks who’s next, they are awakened out of their Oblivion trance and will yell out their order, cutting the line as if there weren’t a line at all. They also park in a no-parking or handicapped zone.  Another example is the movie theater Oblivion, who arrives to a packed theater with an Oblivion friend, after the movie begins. Together they will search for seats and eventually spot two separate, empty seats in the same row. They will then proceed to ask the people who bothered to show up early so they could choose the seats they wanted (non-Oblivions) and ask everybody in the row to scoot down a seat so they can sit together (most times people will accommodate the Oblivion, just to save the Grrrrrr).


A person whose Oblivionism is dangerous to others. Will stop short in the middle of a busy sidewalk to answer a cell phone, try to board an “up” elevator before it empties, and swings a lit cigarette indiscriminately as they walk. Also known to make abrupt, complete stops at yield signs and are chronic rubber-neckers.


An automobile driver who believes so strongly in speed limit highway laws that he or she will drive 55 miles per hour in the passing lane, forcing people to either adhere to the speed limit or to pass on the right. Left Lane Vigilantes never use their rear view mirror, so tailgate intimidation or flashing the high beams is of no use. These are people committed to keeping you from getting a speeding ticket, and they will do whatever they must to keep you behind them.


A person who is always right, and has to let every one know it. Favorite phrase: “l told you.”  Self-Righteons will cross in front of a moving bus because they have the right of way, will rudely demand another steak because they ordered theirs well done and it came out a little pink in the middle, and usually huff and puff at the retail counter when an underpaid clerk makes an honest mistake (yes, you should get your steak how you ordered it, but for crying out loud, it’s not the end of the world).  Self-Righteons, when driving, are Left Lane Vigilantes. Also known to speed up their vehicle when another driver makes a suspect move, just to show how close they came to an accident (if they didn’t speed up, however, it wouldn’t have been close at all). They also refuse to let anyone merge in front of them.


Sooo important that they can’t sit through a restaurant meal without loudly talking business on the cell phone or believe that if they quit their job their employer’s business would go down in flames. Note to doctors, police officers and emergency medical technicians who fit into this category: While your job is very important, there are millions more of you who don’t feel the need to let everyone know that what they do is sooo important. Celebrity staffs, including public relations people are usually ImporTants.


These are grocery store Oblivions, who wait until their entire cart is rung up before whipping out the checkbook. These are the folks whose families span across entire shopping aisles, debating the pros and cons of all-in one shampoo and conditioner, or who stop to chat with their next-door neighbors to catch up on the last five years.


People who know nothing about politics yet nod profusely and agree with the loudest (and oftentimes most obnoxious) people in the room.


People who are treated like celebrities when their only contribution to society is appearing on a reality show. Therefore, they don’t get the honor in the Grrr! to be called celebrities. Real-ities will hold on to their little bit of fame with every nook and cranny of their being, announcing to everyone they meet, “Remember me? I’m the guy who had sex in the restaurant bathroom,” or “I’m the Apprentice who was attacked by the tow truck driver,” or “I’m the guy who threw water on Simon Cowell”