Wednesday, April 30, 2008

"Your Mojo May Be Back"

That's what Tim said to me last night. I made pulled pork sandwiches and sweet potato fries. I don't want to talk about the fries. I love them crispy, but there are so many different opinions about how to make them crispy. I chose the wrong method and they were soggy. Tasted great, but mushy. Bleh.

The pork was the real star of the night. I've seen this recipe for Root Beer BBQ Pork ALL over the place. Like, here, here, here, here, and here. And those are just a few of them... As you can see, people are CRAZY about this pork!

Sunday night on our usual shopping trip, I told Tim I wanted to try it and we picked up a 2-pound pork loin roast and a 2-liter bottle of the cheapest root beer we could find.

So here's the "recipe":

Pork roast - any size you need to feed your family (2 lbs. was perfect for us - we each had leftovers for lunch today, and we'll have some left tonight too)

Root beer

Put the pork in your crockpot and pour in enough root beer to cover. Put it on low for 6-8 hours. Drain the root beer off and mix in bbq sauce. We used Sweet Baby Ray's Honey Barbecue Sauce. Use as much as you like. Use two forks to shred, and serve. It's that easy. I think it's the best pulled pork I've ever made. I've always cooked the pork in water, but this was absolutely amazing!

Here's a picture I took of my sandwich at work today. Please excuse the bad photo - I take bad pictures anyway, but this was with my phone, which doesn't help.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Perfect Timing

I had a really bad day yesterday. Really bad. It started carrying over into today and then I opened up my Google Reader this morning and came across this post, written by my cousin Carrie. I think she's my cousin. Although I may be wrong. I believe my stepmom and her mom (or her dad?) are cousins, so I'm not sure what that would make us. In my defense, my grandmother is the oldest of 13 children and they all had like 100 kids, who all had 100 kids, who are in the process of having 100 kids. At any rate, Carrie has a beautiful family and I love being able to stay updated on her life even though we only see each other once every five years at family reunions. HUGE reunions, by the way - we need a conference center to get everyone together.

This post was just what I needed to see today. I was so focused on the things that were going wrong and the things I wish I could change, that I forgot to be grateful for what I do have. Thanks for the perspective, Carrie!

Sunday, April 13, 2008

It's My Own Damn Fault

It really is. I went to the haircutting place and really didn't know what I wanted. And because I'm such a doormat, I almost got talked into something I really didn't want.

I had kind of an idea in my head of how I wanted my hair to look. Maybe something like this:

I wasn't entirely sure, though, and I figured I would look at the books they usually have in the waiting section and get a better idea. Well, this place didn't have any books, so I tried to explain it to the guy. He said "no, I don't see that on you. Your hair is too straight and your face is too big." Gee, thanks. So I asked what he did see on me. This is what he wanted to do:

Can you picture me in this asymmetrical cut? No. So then another stylist walked over and started talking to me and told my stylist that style wouldn't look good on me. He was pissed at her, but I was soooooo grateful. Then she said "I'm sorry I just ruined your plans, John, I'll just leave," and I said "No, please don't go!" So he didn't like me much either. So I told him just to cut it into a bob. I'm not in love with it, but at least I don't look like this. I'm sorry, but that is just UGLY and anyone who knows me knows that that is NOT me at ALL!

I know it's just hair, but yeesh. I have standards, ya know.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

World's Worst Friend?

Yup. That's me. I'm the world's worst friend. No wonder I don't have any friends!

I forgot my cell phone at work last night and when I got to work this morning I checked it. Last night, I had a missed call from my friend C. Her daughter, J called and said "Hi, Tara, am I ever going to see you again?" Yes, her 6-year old daughter called me out. I worked with C for about 10 months at the place of evil that is now under federal investigation for fraud. We became very close friends, but I really bonded with her little girl. She's my favorite little girl in the whole world, but it's probably been at least a year since I've seen her. Possibly longer. That's terrible. World's. Worst. Friend.

Then later this afternoon, I get an email from S, giving me a two-month update on her new baby. Two months and I still haven't met the baby. I haven't met Tim's new nephew yet either, but he's in Maine. S and J and the baby live like 30 miles from here. No excuse.

And L? Haven't talked to her in months. In fact, I think she mentioned to me they were going to be in town during March. Did I bother to find out when they'd be here? See if they needed a place to sleep? Nope. World's. Worst. Friend.

I've been so busy working, I've been totally neglecting my friends. And it's not like there's a million of them! I'm a terrible, terrible friend.

Friday, April 4, 2008

Yes, I'm Still in a Rut

I really don't have much to update you on right now. Literally all I do is work and work-related stuff. I've started reading tons of books and listening to CDs about mortgages. Exciting stuff, huh? Tim hates when we get into my car and we turn on the radio and it's some guy talking about adjustable rates. :) To me, interesting. Him...well, not so much. I can see that. When I say it's "interesting" to me, I may be stretching the truth a bit. I'm hoping to be successful at this job, though. Well, I'm hoping to make a lot of money. Let's be honest. I'm learning a lot and working a lot, and now I'd like to start making a lot.

I have been dipping my toes back into the cooking pool recently and have had terrible results. Two nights ago I tried making hummus. Um, yeah, that's something we need to get on the outside, apparently. It was DISGUSTING! It all went into the trash and I'm still shuddering to think about it! I have seriously lost my mojo. I used to be able to do this, and I was pretty darn good! I made some pasta thing a few nights ago too, and while I didn't like it at all, Tim said it was okay.

Last weekend, Tim and I were at Walmart to look for a light bulb for our kitchen. Personally, if we can't see what I've been cooking, that's totally fine with me, but Tim disagrees. So as we were leaving after determining they didn't have our kind of bulb in stock, we were just about to go through the detector things when we saw the 97-year-old woman at the door who can't even stand by herself try to stop a guy who had stolen a sandwich. She was shouting at him to stop and he just kept walking, and then she started yelling "enjoy that sandwich! Enjoy it!" As soon as he got outside the store, he took off running. What's wrong with people? I'm sure he had the money to buy the sandwich, so why didn't he just do that? And why do they have people standing by the door who can't even walk? The next night, we went to a different Walmart to look for the light bulb again and as we were walking into the store, the beeper went off and the guy kept walking. The 100-year-old woman called out to him, but he didn't hear. There were two guys walking in the door the guy was trying to go out, and they blocked him from the door and turned him around so the lady could check his bags.

Oh, you're never going to guess what happened to me yesterday afternoon. I went to the Walgreen's by my office to pick up a couple of things and as I was leaving the store, I saw that the car to the left of me was about to back out. I didn't open my car door, just kind of stood there waiting for him to back out. He obviously didn't see me, and he started turning the wheel as he was backing up. Well, his side mirror ended up hitting me in the rib cage. (Yes, I'm short - for most people it would be like their hip or their leg. Whatever.) It hurt a bit. He didn't even know he hit me, though! He didn't even pause! You'd think that at some point, he'd look up and see someone standing there clutching their side. Duh. Tim pointed out to me last night that I'm probably lucky he didn't pin me between the cars. My side is a little sore today. When I touch it or if I lean against it, I can't definitely feel something. No bruise yet, but we're waiting. Sheesh...

Okay, that's it for today. I haven't posted anything in a while, and these are the things I'm thinking about today.