Comments on: Sunday Bloody Sunday

By: Opposite Day | Jonniker.

Opposite Day | Jonniker. — Thu, 24 Mar 2011 02:25:04 +0000

[...] every day, and calms me down by calling me out on my shit, and tells me when I’m going all Bloody Beef, and whom my daughter ADORES, to the point where she is the only person Sam might prefer to me. God, [...]

By: :: Plain Jane Mom Blog

:: Plain Jane Mom Blog — Wed, 07 Jan 2009 16:16:38 +0000

[...] Bloody Beef. (This is my new favorite curse [...]

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By: Charlotte

Charlotte — Mon, 22 Dec 2008 14:31:05 +0000

I use a lot of Fresh body lotions, bouncing back and forth between the rice, lychee and a bunch of the cremes. They’re pricey but excellent. Kiehl’s Creme de Corps is also great. Bigelow’s lotions, too.

I had a similar freakout when someone in my family told me to take off my sweater when I was cooking. They left a faint implication that they thought that I had body image issues and I. lost. it. Bloody Beef is not alone.

By: slynnro

slynnro — Thu, 18 Dec 2008 11:22:13 +0000

Love Bloody Beef. Love.

By: Owl

Owl — Thu, 18 Dec 2008 00:19:57 +0000

It cracks me up that you call 3 inches “a wee little snow” and that you’d even consider driving in it. If it snowed 3 inches here (North Carolina) we would be paralyzed by the blizzard that had hit. Everything thing except the hospitals would shut down. There would be wrecks everywhere, and the local news would be on ALL DAY covering everything from said wrecks to how many kids got hit by snowballs. They would have listeners calling in to say they were out of bread and milk and were on the brink of starvation and in danger of freezing to death due to the gigantic storm that had stranded them inside their homes. Not even kidding.

I’m totally with you on the spooning thing. ack!

By: Marin

Marin — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 21:43:00 +0000

I had a Bloody Beef incident last night, and I can’t even blame it on PMS. It involved someone else having the remote control and not changing the channel while commercials were on from NCIS to the Biggest Loser finale. I went upstairs, where I commenced shrieking from one end of the house to the other that the TV wasn’t working. And then I CRIED. (I have nothing to blame it on, either; woke up this morning and was perfectly even-keeled in the emotions department.)

By: jonniker

jonniker — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 15:25:23 +0000

Lara: The beef was, indeed, put back in the oven for a few, but still not long enough for my taste, so they took my piece and put it back in after it was sliced up. We always have to do this for my mom anyway, as she likes her meat SUPER WELL DONE, whereas I am a medium person. My dad is RARE. RARE. AND BLOODY.

Also, random FYI, my glucose test wasn’t today anyway. Because, as it turns out, today isn’t Thursday, like I thought it was, despite being vaguely aware of its Wednesdayness yesterday.

By: Kristabella

Kristabella — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 14:45:05 +0000

Oh God, I can’t believe he wrote that he couldn’t wait to SPOON with you. That is awesome! Now I have to go check all my old letters to see if anything similar was written. Although, thankfully I would not be dating any of those people now anyway. Which, WHEW!

The Bloody Beef story is ALL TIME. I love your family.

By: Hollylynne

Hollylynne — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 14:44:33 +0000

I just got a little barfy at the “spooning” suggestion. It is, indeed, vomitous.