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| So I go over to Southlake today to see my parents...HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD! And I lean over to my mom during church and say "What are we doing for lunch?" (Natural question seeing that my life revolves around food and events that revolve around food) and she leans in and says "POT ROAST!" She apparently mistook my look of disappointment for pure delight until I corrected her and told her how much I truly love pot roast...so much so that I had started one that morning back at my house to have for dinner. Now before we go any further, I would like you all to stop laughing at the fact I am cooking pot roast for myself. While it does sound rather grandma of me, lets face it...I am cooking for one here and crockpot dinners are the easiest way to go. I'll save the fancy and exotic dinners for my future husband(s)????...
ANYHOOOOO...We get home and dive into some homemade potroast accompanied by some boxed scalloped potatoes (where my mom adds extra velveeta because the things aren't already drowned in enough cheese already) and some canned green beans and bagged salad. (She may not be a world class chef but she can cook some mean dressing at Thanksgiving and that's all that really matters to me anyways)...As we're inhaling our potroast, my dad chimes in and says "Amanda, you'll be hard pressed to find a pot roast as good as this one...this might be the best one your mother has ever made...and all we did was put a can of French Onion soup on it...UNBELIEVABLE!"...Well dad...you might want to eat your words (and some of MY pot roast) because I got home tonight to find my house filled with the smell of Pepsi Pot Roast (compliments of my Fix it and Forget It, Lightly Cookbook). I was throughly impressed with my first ever attempt at Pot Roast...I haved successfully tackled a lot of recipes, but I went for the golden grandma dinner today and I succeeded. If anyone out there needs the recipe, just let me know.
I just wrote this entry in two sittings and when I came back to finish it, I realized how completely stupid this whole entry was. I clearly need a better social life so when I report back on the weekend's events, it won't involve Pot Roast...my sincere apologies to everyone. | | |
| Happy New Year Everyone. I hope everyone had a great one...I decided this year that I was not going to make any new years resolutions...for a couple of reasons. First of all, I am known for way over commiting my self to begin with, so New Years Resolution time makes me a glutton for punishment. I mean, last year I made a card with my ten resolutions on it. Walked my happy ass down to the parts department at work and had them laminate it and everything. Would you like to know what was on that list for 2005 and how many of those things I accomplished? Probably not, but here they are for my own benefit:
- Learn to play the guitar(after 365 days, i still only know the same three songs as I did when 2004 started) STRIKE ONE
- Buy a house (moved out on my own in '04, but renting...throwing my money away each month, but learning to live like a real grown up) STRIKE TWO
- Sell a piece of artwork (can i change these words to screw up a piece of artwork-the only art i even attempted this year has now been sadly painted over with white paint, only to start again) STRIKE THREE
- Become involved in a club/volunteer organization (does emailing someone about getting involved count on this one? didn't think so...)STRIKE FOUR
- Drop 40 pounds (I don't want to talk about this one)STRIKE FIVE
- Get my real estate license (I mean was I on crack when I wrote these)STRIKE SIX
- Bill 1000 hours ten months out of the year (If you work with me and you are reading this right now, you are only allowed to laugh for 30 seconds...ready, GO!) STRIKE SEVEN
- Find a church and become active in it (I actively think about going every Saturday night but my alarm seems to be inactive every Sunday morning)STRIKE EIGHT
- Perform in a live performance (I am pretty sure karoke and my stand up performances on the service drive don't count on this one...I believe a true live performance means the audience wants to be there...not forced to be there or incredibly embrassed for me)STRIKE NINE
- Learn to speak Spanish (No Tenga Tonga???) STRIKE TEN
So this year's new years resolution was to not make any (except of course to try and help bring back the MCRIB!!). I am always wanting to try somethng new or accomplish something else, so I think I am going to focus on those. Maybe I will come back to these in 2008...CHEERS!! | | |
| I think that CHampagne is one of the greatest drinks invented of all times. I mean, people always love the idea of champagne because it usually means you are celebrating something. There are even people out there who enjoy oopening up bottles of champagne and spraying them everywhere for the added effect of champagne...i like to call those people idiots..what a waste of a drink. And I don't know if i have really had any bad champagne...like for esample, my favorite champagne is ANDRE...you wanna know why? it is 3. dollars at the store and it has a screw top so incase you are a wusss and can't drink the whole bottle in one sitting, (unlike myself, incase you haven't noticed i have been drinking ANDRE tonight), then you can just screw the top riright back on. You never actually waste any of this mild, precious drink. It is also a great mixer...you can mix it with organge juice, and well that's all i mix it with, i usually just drink it straight but sometimes i do mix it with chips or bread or something so it can absorb the drink. but whatever. and you can be creative wtih it...my friends john and jason like to buy this knock off brand of cristol called cristolina and they just cover up the "ina" when they are pouring it so it looks like they are pouring Cristol...clever, i know. but they are always coming up with clever ideas like that...ok so that's really all i have to say tonight...I HEART CHAMPAGNE...
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| I am one of those people who constantly has a song in my head. Like right now, I just read Lauren's entry and she plugs the movie Walk the Line...now it's in my head--thanks Lauren...and by the way, it is one of the best movies I have seen this year so please go see it. It is well worth the investment. And I have always heard that if you sing the song outloud, or in the case of my miserable voice, loudly yell an off-key version of it, then it will be out of your head and in someone elses. So now that you all have the song Walk the Line in your head after just a few short seconds, I would like to pass along the one that is now playing in my head. Crazy. Now I have given you a lot of different options here...you can go with Patsy Cline, Britney Spears, and Aerosmith to name a few. And to be quite honest with you, they are all rolling in and out of my song reel in my head right now. Why is that? Well I just came back from Thanksgiving with over 20 people in Waco,TX Waco is where the crazy's started (think David Koresh) and Waco is where they stay. We had the largest Thanksgiving dinner I have ever been apart of. There were grandparents, cousins, parents, siblings, in-laws, out-laws, wannabees and just plain dorks at our dinner. While I knew everyone there, I didn't really have a lot in common with them. And sadly enough, I probably had more in common with the ones that I wasn't even related to.
We had enough food to feed twice as many people that were there...and that is A LOT of food because I come from a family that believes on cutting the corners in a lot of areas, but when it comes to eating, we are professionals. We had every kind of carbohydrate cooked up every kind of way...as a caserole, on it's own, fried, baked, sauteed, grilled and just plain souped up with gravy and sauces all over it. Not to mention the eleven desserts. Who needs eleven desserts? Last time I checked, the North Texas Food Bank stopped turning away dessert submissions after seven, and they don't have three diabetics in the family. And it took longer to clean up all that food than it did to prepare it, primarly because my two sweet grandmothers kept walking around in circles just looking for the next thing to clean up while they hand-washed and dried every single last piece of silver. Twice. And to top it all off, after dinner was over and Meme and Nana were still drying silver, we all sat around like a bunch of idiots taking our blood pressure with some little machine my cousin bought at Walgreens. And it was the hit of the party. Every one was lining up at the kitchen table yelling "I'm next, I'm next!" "OOOHHH...WOW, look at Jean's blood pressure, that is great! Jean, have you been working out lately because that is incredible for your age?" I mean are you kidding me, we don't even have a doctor in the family, just bunch of overeducated fruitcakes who don't have anything better to do than to eat a 3,000 calorie meal at 2 p.m. and then all stand around and see if it affected our blood pressure. Sad, I know.
And after all that, I really thought someone was going to drop a bomb and really bring on some serious news. You know, like my cousin Colt announcing he was going to quit school and move to Maui to become a full-time surfing instructor or my other cousin Ally, who hasn't been feeling well lately, was really pregnant with triplets and they weren't here husbands, but the milkmans'. But nothing like that happened at all. Nothing. I guess I will just have to wait until next year to see who shows up and what drama goes down. And maybe I will bring a portable x-ray machine and we'll all sit around and look at pictures of each other.
P.S...for the record, my family really isn't crazy, just really hungry and really boring. | | |
| Should I be upset that someone else is parking in my handicap parking spot in my apartment complex parking garage? I mean, I park there fair and square every day and night and have been for the past 2.5 months. Now granted I am not exactly handicapped anymore. I do feel a little guilty parking there, but not really. I haven't seen anyone else in a wheelchair on our floor since I have moved in, so I think I am really the only one who parks there. And yes I do feel guilty using the pass at other public places as well. I mean, people do kind of give me weird looks at the movie theatre when I come racing around the corner because I am late for the movie and throw that temporary pass up on the rearview mirror for all to see so I can park in a "front row Joe" spot. I almost feel obligated to limp out of the car and up to the stairs so I can justify the need for the pass. Mind you I am usually wearing some form of ridiculously tall stilleto heels in an obnoxious color that does not go un-noticed at Loew's Cityplace Movie Theatre. But that's beside the point. I put up with too much crap from that stupid doctor who messed my knee up the first time, so I feel like 5 months worth of surgery, recovery and crutches intitles me to some Princess Parking. So I think I'll keep using it. Meanwhile, I am still trying to track down my competition here at the Gables...does anyone you know drive a Taurus? | | |
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