It Could Be Worse…


The current temp where I live is negative three degrees Fahrenheit, but it could be worse.  

After all, it’s negative thirty six degrees in Williams Lake, MN.  


Cold weather is pathetic, and I blame Obama. 



Learn Good! Cease to do evil!


“Wash yourselves, make yourselves clean; Remove the evil of your deeds from My sight.

Cease to do evil, Learn to do good; Seek justice, Reprove the ruthless, Defend the orphan, Plead for the widow.”

— Isaiah 1:16:17 —

What is evil isn’t up to you or anyone else to determine.  God has already declared what is evil and what it good, it’s up to you to learn which is which and then to obey Him by putting evil away from you forever.  

Stop doing evil.

Learn good and do it!

Pretty self explanatory.  



Instant Pot: King Crab legs


Pathetically, the most popular post on my blog-o-pathetic has been the one I wrote back in July about pressure cooking snow crab legs in my Instant Pot pressure cooker.  If you like, you can read it >here<.

Since that post was so gosh darn cheesy popular …(over 200+ reads in the past week alone)I’ve decided to post another article related to the same topic…Pressure cooking with the Instant Pot pressure cooker!  

But this time…we’re cooking KING Crab legs, baby!!

King Crab Legs!


As I mentioned in my previous post, living in Nebraska makes it extremely difficult to get fresh sea food.  Typically, everything that is sold as “fresh” . . . isn’t.  

Seafood is shipped in frozen then thawed and labeled “fresh” by the retail outlet that sells it, which, makes all the seafood we buy in these parts frozen/fresh.  So, unfortunately, I had to buy frozen King crab legs from my local meat/seafood store.  

I could thaw them out, but since the Instant Pot is a wonder tool, I’ll be pressure cooking from frozen.

Basically the steps are the same as my previous post with a couple minor changes. 

For the steps in this recipe (and the last one), I’ll be using the instant pot ip-duo60 7-in-1 multi-functional pressure cooker.  Oh…and you might be happy to know that I actually took pictures this time!  

Sooo…off we go!!!  

1)  Choose which rack you want to use for steaming the King Crab legs.  — My choice is a vegetable steamer basket (left side in picture) that you can get from for $14.99, but you can also use the steamer rack that comes with the Instant Pot (right side in picture).  Either one will work to raise the crab legs above the water.

Steamer rack options

2)  Once you’ve made up your mind…place the steamer rack in the Instant Pot and pour in 1 cup water.  — Remember…we’re not boiling these, we’re steaming, so always use a steamer rack to keep the crab legs above the water level.   

Steamer rack placed in instant pot

3)  Next be sure to wash off the King crab legs under cold water. Quite honestly, I have no reason why I do this other than my mom taught me to wash everything that isn’t being fried.  — no joke! 

Washed and ready for cooking!

4)  Bend or break the King crabs legs at the joint, and place in the Instant Pot.  —  I suggest breaking them at the “knuckle” to get them to fit into the 6 quart instant pot.

Broke at knuckle and Placed in Instant Pot

5)  Place lid on pressure cooker and set the steam vent knob to “SEALING”.



6)  Press “steam” button on front display then set the timer for 5 (five) minutes.  — It should default to HIGH pressure…if not, set it to high pressure manually by clicking on the “pressure” button.  Change the timer by using the plus (+) or minus (-) button.     

Steam Button.  High pressure.  5 minutes!

7)  Leave it alone and wait.It’ll take a few minutes for the pressure to build up and once it does, the pressure valve will close.  Just walk away…leave it alone…until it’s finished.

8)  When pressure cooker starts to beep, wait three or four minutes and then flip the steam vent knob to “VENTING”. —  CAUTION!!! :: DO NOT PUT YOUR HAND OR FACE OVER THE VENTING KNOB.  The steam that is released is extremely hot and you will get severely burned!!  — you’ve been warned.

Let sit for 3 min


9)  Wait for steam and pressure to escape and then open lid and enjoy the fruits of your labor!  

Perfectly Steamed King Crab Legs!


Easy peasy!

If you happen to have any questions or comments about this recipe or the steps taken…or if you want to share Instant Pot recipes and ideas, please email me at  I’d love to hear from you.




Grocery Hell


Here’s an oldie but a goody!  Hope it makes your belly jiggle like a bowl full of jelly!  LOL! 

Originally I published this on Dec 22, 2014…  Merry Christmas! 

George Bernard Shaw once said:  “If the other planets are inhabited, then they are using the earth as their insane asylum,” and I’m quite certain that he said that while grocery shopping during the holidays. 

This evening I made the mistake of stopping at the grocery store after my long and boring day at work. 

Ironically, I used the word “mistake“.  

Even more ironically, that I would lead you to assume I had a choice in the matter.  

It’s amazing the power of one individual who can purposely call you late in the day and ask in a sweet, gentle, loving voice,  “Honey.  We really need some things at the grocery store, and since we forgot to pick them up yesterday.  Would you mind stopping there on your way home from work?”  

I’d like to take a minute and point out some key words used in the statement above.  

First,  The word “honey”. 

It’s a word used by the non-masculine gender to elicit a softening of the heart and mood of those who possess the XY chromosome.  It’s commonly used in place of “sweetie”, “darling”, “sweetheart” and “stud muffin”; all of which can be used interchangeably and will create a warming sensation in the chest and mind of those who possess the XY chromosome.

smiling girlMost of those non-masculine types who use this word will do it out of sheer selfishness to gain an advantage and render powerless those in the XY chromosome category who think they actually have any authority.  Making it impossible to say “no“.

Next, I’d like to point out the pronoun WE which is used directly after the term “honey”.  This is only used to help those with the XY chromosome to understand that they are as much, or more so, responsible for the problem that is about to be conveyed, and IF they would have done their job correctly in the past, WE wouldn’t be in the mess “we’re” in now. 

And finally, the question that is proposed is not a question.  It’s a command that is given with only ONE correct response.  Any other response will bring about certain discomforts to those who possess the XY chromosome. 

So, after slowly driving through more traffic than there should have been (I have no idea where it came from because EVERYONE left work early today except me), I made it to the parking lot of the grocery store and drove around looking for a place to park.  

There were no places to park.  

willy-wonka-tunnelWhen I eventually found a place to park and made the long walk to the front of the store, I entered into a world of sheer imagination…and dread…and hopelessness…and fear.

Instead of grocery carts and baskets, there was a line of people which had me puzzled, so I asked the man standing at the back of the line what they were waiting for and in a blunt, exasperated tone he stated, “shopping cart!

Therefore, like the rest of the cattle, I took my place in line waiting for a grocery cart…but then I came to my senses and realized that these people were all nuts; so I went out to the parking lot and waited for a nice elderly couple to finish using theirs.

After thanking the sweet couple and wishing them a very Merry Christmas, I proceeded back into the store with my newly acquired prize.  …  A Shopping Cart!

However, as soon as I reached the front doors, I was verbally assaulted by a very large woman who didn’t take kindly to my “stealing” a cart from someone in the parking lot, as well as not waiting my turn like everyone else.  (..sigh..)  Like it was my problem these people are as dumb as a herd of cattle waiting to be fed.

Anyway…she proceeded to taunt and berate me in front of the other twenty in the herd…and before I knew it, they all started in on how I was “stealing” because I hadn’t waited my turn by standing in line while a punk kid pushing carts was out having a smoke while waiting in the parking lot for other cattle to repossess their carts.

Nonetheless, as they all continued to complain about their lack of ingenuity and ability to take the lead, I took advantage of the situation and directed their argument towards one another by accusing one of the customers of cutting in line, and while they started arguing among themselves…I ignored them and walked into the store…

…  with my shopping cart.

I very much wish that was the end of my grocery store fiasco, but it wasn’t.  The aisles were packed with cattle trying to locate their desired wares.  Some of them were just standing there looking at the ceiling.

I’m not joking…there were two guys and one very old lady just standing there looking at the ceiling.  I think they were security or maybe they heard voices…but each time I walked by them (passed one guy three times) I looked up to see what they were staring at…I should’ve asked because I never saw it.

It took 30 minutes to find a place to park.  30 minutes to snag a grocery cart.  1 hour and 30 minutes to acquire and pay for all the groceries I needed (wife kept texting me with more items) and 25 minutes to get out of the parking lot.   

Nearly three hours later…I’m home.  Groceries are delivered.  Wife is hap….


…spoke too soon…

I forgot the butter.   //hangs head\\

Grocery stores around the holidays are pathetic.







Yet again a woman I liked uttered those humiliating words. . .

“I don’t want to date you.  Please don’t pursue me.”  

And after replying with,  “okay.  I won’t.  we’re just friends.  I get it…”  I then heard in a rather pathetic, albeit panicked and stressed, tone…

“No…I really mean it.  Please don’t pursue me!  I really don’t want to date you.”

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I gotta tell ya, to hear those words for the umpteenth time in my life is not any easier than the first time I heard them.  I take it personally.

It’s very much like having a dagger slowly but firmly pressed deep into my chest until it penetrates my heart and once the perpetrator knows they have shoved the dagger deep enough into my chest . . . they proceed to give it a few twists.

Painfully speaking, I’ve also found that once is not enough for a woman to tell me her desire that I not pursue her.


For some reason. . . maybe it’s because they think I’m a pathetically dense idiot like all the other hapless Joe’s on the block. . . they feel the need to repeat their command a second time…however, the second time is when they feel the necessity to drive the point home with added emphasis on specific words such as, really don’t and you.

After all, it’s obviously not enough pathetic humiliation for me to wear my heart on my sleeve and tell someone who doesn’t feel the same way that I like them.