Fried Bologna

Today for lunch I had a fried bologna sandwich. I’m not a fan of bologna normally, but fried is a different story. I think of two things when I break out the fried bologna. April, the person who introduced fried bologna to me and my mother, who hated the smell fried bologna brought to the house after cooking. Today I totally understand why my mother hated the smell…yuck! I’m so sorry mom that I made you endure that smell repeatedly while I went though my previous fried bologna stints. Thankfully they are few and far between. Back at my desk at work all I can smell on my skin and clothing is fried bologna. I might just go home and change. I don’t want to let people stand too close to me now because I might have an offending odor. Maybe my nose is just a super smeller today. I’m reminded of the Subway sandwich smell. I try to use the drive through whenever possible when I order from Subway because then I avoid the lingering odor the rest of the day. It’s one of my least favorite smells, but I sure do love a Subway sandwich! I love Subway second to my two favorite delis: Valentinos in Santa Barbara and Darios in Covina. Subway will just have to do since I'm too far to take a lunch break to my top two locations.

Dom's big 3-0!

Happy Birthday Dom! 30! I hate to make this message about me instead of the birthday boy, but I made an awesome cake and this is my blog after all, so I’ll brag just a minute. It was a tasty Pina Colada cake minus the rum. See below…

We went to see Hellboy and had lunch at Costco. His choice. At least he is a cheap date.
We’ve also been enjoying the Olympics this weekend. This is the second summer Olympics that I have been a fan of. I love watching Volleyball. Indoor or outdoor works for me. We stayed up way too late Saturday night watching the events.