OracleAnne
OracleAnne
OracleAnne

You’re on your way! Give us a beep in Springfield as you head through toward KC!

I know what you mean about that paternal feeling. When the Taurus was redesigned, I felt kind of proud that my meh 2002 Taurus had grown up into a proper adult sedan. I’ve got a 2008 Fit Sport, and I would drive it forever, if the rear floorboards didn’t fill up with water after a rain. Once it dries out, I might be

I mean, if anyone can do it, it’s you. Just take a photo every now and then and show us how it’s done. We’re rooting for you!

Yeah, I learned about respirators the hard way last year. Nothing a little bit of chemical pneumonia to make you take things more seriously.

I feel like I have more memories about the culture of the fast food places than the food itself. Like, Taco Bell was where we degenerate teenagers could hang out and talk as long as we bought food and a drink. Dairy Queen was where EVERYONE ended up on a Friday night, either eating a sundae at a picnic table out front,

I worked in a grocery store for a couple of years, and they had the same internet radio station on. It was just inane and unoffensive 50's-70's pop, but the problem was that it was on an exact 24 hour loop, so the songs played at the exact same time each day. So if you worked the same shift, as I often did, you didn’t

I just rewatched this! The magical realism of the movie just hooks me, and though Depp is a problematic figure now, (maybe he always was), but it lets me remember when he was just a handsome scoundrel that young me was a little obsessed with.

Recently, one of my favorite podcasts mentioned a video from a popular chicken chain, and encouraged everyone to go watch it because it only had a few views.  I want to see the face of the social media person for that chain as the video exploded overnight, wondering what happened.  I wonder if this could have been

Should we start writing Richard Hammond’s crash report now?

Overly cautious drivers make me lose my mind. Yes, it’s your turn at the four way stop, freaking go! Yes, the light turned yellow, but you were well in the clear. Why are you slamming on your brakes and causing the people behind you do the same? Turning left? Yeah, that break in traffic is big enough, just GO ALREADY. 

I’m a fan.  It’s a cheap mint-adjacent flavor, more vanilla than mint, but I still indulge once a year. It’s gotten less minty through the years.

As the owner of a 2008 Honda Fit, I for sure should have done more research about the first few years of the Fit and their many issues. My friends have started calling my car Swamp Thing for obvious reasons.

Or they both get kicked out and then the person in danger now might be in extra danger.  I think it’s all about context.

Sometimes, that person is right beside you, and if you make a scene, you risk them becoming angry and violent. Having a code word or something low key that will alert the bartenders or security to a fishy situation allows you to get out of the blast zone before they come and escort them out.

Every meal is a single meal to me, so it’s whatever. Haha. The meal I feel most alone for, though, is when I reverse sear a great steak, roast up some broccoli and a sweet potato, open a bottle of red, and read a book at the table. 

Yeah, you’ve nailed the Midwestern Holy Trinity. Chili sauce and grape jelly meatballs, peanut butter sandwiches with chili, and hashbrown casserole. That’s my entire childhood in three dishes. Haha.

I know that you’ve already talked about peanut butter sandwiches with chili, but that is a MUST in my parents’ household. I’ve recently converted several of my friends as well. I think we’re just a peanut butter loving family. My mom has a pb&j every single day for lunch, and there is no late night snack more

I was a brand new driver in a $500 early 90's Cavalier, so I did what every 16 year old did to their junky cars. I got white and blue tiger striped faux fur seat covers, a new stereo, and hung a bunch of cheap beads from the rearview. To be fair, I had to have a new stereo that could be heard above the bone-rattling

Yup. I worked in a grocery store for a few years. We once had a whole pallet of bagged potatoes come in that reeked to high heaven. The head manager told us to sort through them and find out which ones could still be sold.  We were deciding who was going to have to do it when the night manager walked in the door, took

Toss jars of delicious gloop over frozen meatballs in the crock pot, stir occasionally, serve. It’s a midwestern delicacy, though we always used Heinz chili sauce. One year for Christmas eve, I did two cans of canned cranberry sauce, one jar of orange marmalade, and chili sauce, and it was so good.  Still sweet and