Home « Uncle Crappy

Jan 14 2011

Food and Drink, Home, Ohio, Pittsburgh, Social Media, Sports

back in the saddle bullets.

Since the last time:

Ohio State finally killed the SEC curse. The rest of the conference? Not so much.
With a win against a suddenly hot Penn State team on Saturday, Ohio State’s basketball team will likely take over the No. 1 spot in the polls. That’s not a huge deal in basketball, but it’s still pretty cool.
I have worked. A bunch.
I have a new blogging home. Don’t worry — I’m not leaving Uncle Crappy behind, but I’m pretty excited about the opportunity. And I’ll tell you about it in a day or two.
Because we’re hosting my parents this weekend, and I’m not spending a whole lot of time with the internets. We celebrated Christmas Eve Thursday — crabcakes and filets — Christmas this morning — presents and a pancake breakfast — and Mom’s birthday tonight.
Which meant we had dinner at Point Brugge. Two words: Carbonnade Flamande. Two more words: Holy shit.
While we were putzing around Walnut Street this afternoon, Mrs. Crappy snuck in Prantl’s and picked up some birthday dessert — a bunch of little cupcake things that we stuck candles in and served in the place of cake.
The candles meant Mom just turned 14.
And then we thumped Mom and Dad playing Trivial Pursuit.
OK, maybe “thumped” isn’t the right word, but we’re on a two-game win streak here.
Miles is not happy about having visitors.
I’m waiting on the Grandhog to send me the proclamation so we can get this Groundhog thing rolling.
Keeping up with my folks is hard. I think I am going to bed.

Tagged beeeeer, cat, college football, family, hoopage, pixburke, woo-hoo, yet another dreaded bullet update, yum

Dec 25 2010

Home, Music, Ohio, Pittsburgh, Social Media

80. for all a yinz guys.

This is how we do it in Pittsburgh. Merry Christmas, everyone.

Tagged holiday fun, music (other), nablopomo, pixburke

Dec 24 2010

Home

79. helpful.

With a little assistance from Miles, we’re pretty much ready for Christmas. All that’s left tonight? The eating, the drinking and the watching of the Christmas televsion specials.

Tagged cat, domestic bliss, holiday fun, nablopomo, woo-hoo

Dec 15 2010

2 Comments

Home, I Have No Idea

74. happy happy.

It’s Mrs. Crappy’s birthday today. She’s just two months younger than I am, and I continually wonder if we’ll ever get to the point where we’ll start acting our ages.

The answer I always come up with? Jeez, I hope not.

Tagged domestic bliss, nablopomo, woo-hoo

Dec 06 2010

Food and Drink, Home, Pittsburgh, Uncategorized

On Sunday, I started what would have been my post-Christmas vacation, had I actually put in for the time off in time. But I think this is going to work out well; I’m going to get a ton of our holiday preparatory work done this week, and I think I’ll manage to have some fun along the way.

Want to know how I’m doing so far?

Sunday:

Sleep until 9:30.
Come down and discover we had everything we needed to make my dad’s roast beef hash for breakfast. I did it exactly as he did for the tailgate party we missed, with two exceptions: I used some Tater Tots instead of frozen hash browns, and I tossed some cheddar cheese on top of the hash just before I served it.
Take a nap.
Haul all the outdoor lights up from the basement.
Disturbed to find how many lights decided to die while they sat in the basement in the last 11 months.
Decide that re-stringing the garlands with lights will be easier than trying to figure out while bulbs are causing the problems.
Discover that I could have been wrong about that.
Head to Target for more lights.
Fix one strand. Start re-stringing the others.
Allow Mrs. Crappy to talk me out of finishing the re-stringing and hanging the lights, in favor of eating the delicious chicken/prosciutto/vodka/creamy pasta thing she made for dinner. And watching football.

Monday:

Wake up at 8:30.
Hit up Angie’s List to find a repair guy to fix our dishwasher and look at our ancient oven, which also has decided to quit.
The guy I pick says he’ll be over in the afternoon.
Discover the definition of irony: having to hand-wash a stack of dishes so the guy who’s coming to fix the dishwasher won’t see a stack of dirty dishes when he arrives.
Spend the next two hours re-stringing the lights. They’re all working perfectly while they’re sitting on the dining room floor.
Hang the lights outside. Find that two strands have quit again.
Just as I’m about to start swearing at the lights, the repair guy arrives.
The repair guy’s verdict: The dishwasher is fix easy, cheap and he has the part in his truck. The oven, however, needs a part we won’t find because it’s 50 years old.
Resist the urge to cook a bunch of shit, just so I’d have some dishes to put in the dishwasher.
After dinner, head outside to check out the lights. While there, discover that my street is the one Jacob has chosen for a break while checking out Brighton Heights. Boggle at the coincidence.
Shower and head to Walnut Street for a little shopping and to meet Jackie and her new-t0-Pittsburgh boyfriend for a couple beers.
Sit on the couch with Miles, write a blog post (twice, because WordPress is cranky tonight).
Start researching new ovens.