Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
To see yet another example of this... check out The B.S. Cafe. Stealth photographer Rhonda took the photo of Zebra lady herself!
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
286 Laptop Computer... $5,399 (the had those back then)???
Faxphone... $1,195 (is that the same thing as a fax machine)?
And just for shits and giggles...
ME... in my senior year ID card! HA!!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
At that age I wasn't particularly fond of cleaning up my own messes at home... now I had to pick up after a bunch of sloppy, disgusting strangers! I don't think anyone realizes how careless people are in public places until you've had to clean up after them. The worst was the families that brought in babies... always a disaster. And let me just say our little push sweepers didn't do a very good job of sucking the crap up off the floor. Every day I went home smelling of grease and food. I had to wash my work clothes separately as the smell infused into anything that came near it. Even after washing my uniform the stench was still there. I can't tell you how many times I almost wiped out in the kitchen from the combination of tile floors, grease and water on the floor from the constant battle between the dishwashers and the cooks. Or how many times I got caught in that crossfire! Although I will admit that we had a lot of fun back in the kitchen cutting up and getting into food fights. Also I met my first "real" boyfriend on the job. He was a cook and only a few years older than me... Ahhhh Bobby Fischer. I'd actually forgotten all about him until just now.
Anyway... I only ended up working there a few months. Started out working a few shifts a week. Then I cut back to two once school started back up. Then down to just Sunday afternoons. Is it obvious that I HATED this job??? Then I got the call that would change my life. Yes... you guessed it... another spot opened up at the movie theatre... and guess who they wanted??? ME ME ME!!! I'm sure the fact that I was constantly up there hanging out didn't hurt any... since everyone knew me already and Jack (the manager) loved me. He loved all of us... which actually creeped us all out a little... but he knew his boundaries and never crossed them.
I was never so happy to turn in my two week notice... only two more Sundays of this misery and I would be FREE!!! So that last Sunday comes around. I had gone to Lincoln that weekend with my friends... and was still in Lincoln that Sunday morning... hungover. So I thought for a moment... and decided fuck it... I'm calling in sick... what are they gonna do... fire me?? Cuz isn't that what we all say when we're leaving a job? So that's what I did... I called in sick on my last miserable day as a bus girl. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
But I think the absolutely best part about these signs is that I was told there is also one hanging in the handicap restroom (I avoid using this bathroom because this is the one the guys use when they take a newspaper or magazine with them... if you get my drift). But anyway one of my co-workers says today... yeah there's one of those signs in there but there's no soap OR hot water! Oh the irony!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
all my favorite things to do, The
utmost is to have a brew. My love grows for my
foamy friend, with each thirst-quenching elbow
bend. Beer's so frosty, smooth, and cold------
It's paradise----Pure liquid gold Yes beer
means many things to me that's all for now -------I
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Just called Centerpoint. There's a section outage. Luckily someone reported it about 5 minutes after it went out. So now all I can do is sit and wait. I sure hope it comes back on before it gets dark... or I'm in for a long boring night. Hmmmm... maybe I better go dig out my flashlights and snazzy headgear now... just in case!
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Also if the purpose of Steak & BJ Day was to give men an equal holiday for Valentine's Day... a day that we women can let you men know how special you are to us... don't you think you'd put a little more effort into VD and quit bitching about it? You all know I'm not a huge supporter of VD... but I have to admit it sucks when you're single and everyone else around you is getting flowers. Or even worse when you're dating someone and everyone else is getting sweet surprises and you're sitting there empty handed. If you boys want us to take your SBJ Day seriously... then quit bitching under you breath about V Day! It makes me wonder if we started calling Valentine's Day something else that men might be more eager to please. For example how about... Cunnilingus & Chocolate Day... or... Fruit & Fellatio... Wine & Muff Dive... or how about Roses and Rug Munch Day?!
Friday, March 13, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Even though they all look dead here I promise you they were just napping. It's tiring laying around and looking adorable all day ya know!! So anyway... if anyone is interested in a new family pet... check out Pup Squad!!
Friday, March 6, 2009
Chicken Breasts Stuffed with Goat Cheese and Sun-Dried Tomatoes
Use a paring knife to cut the small pocket into the chicken breasts. Serve this dish with orzo or rice to soak up the shallot-thyme sauce.
Yield: 4 servings (serving size: 1 chicken breast half and 2 tablespoons sauce)
1 cup boiling water
1/3 cup sun-dried tomatoes, packed without oil
2 teaspoons olive oil, divided
1/2 cup chopped shallots, divided
1 1/2 teaspoons sugar
3 garlic cloves, minced
2 1/2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar, divided
1/2 cup (2 ounces) crumbled goat cheese
2 tablespoons chopped fresh basil
3/4 teaspoon salt, divided
4 (6-ounce) skinless, boneless chicken breast halves
1/8 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
3/4 cup fat-free, less-sodium chicken broth
1/4 teaspoon dried thyme
2 teaspoons cornstarch
2 teaspoons water
Combine boiling water and tomatoes in a bowl; cover and let stand 30 minutes or until soft. Drain and finely chop.
Heat 1 teaspoon oil in a large nonstick skillet over medium heat. Add 1/3 cup shallots, sugar, and garlic; cook 4 minutes or until lightly browned, stirring frequently. Spoon into a bowl; stir in 1 1/2 teaspoons vinegar.
Combine chopped tomatoes, shallot mixture, cheese, basil, and 1/4 teaspoon salt, stirring well.
Cut a horizontal slit through thickest portion of each chicken breast half to form a pocket. Stuff about 2 tablespoons cheese mixture into each pocket. Sprinkle chicken evenly with 1/2 teaspoon salt and black pepper.
Heat 1 teaspoon oil in pan over medium-high heat. Add chicken; cook 6 minutes on each side or until done. Remove chicken from pan; cover and keep warm. Add broth, remaining shallots, 2 tablespoons vinegar, and thyme; bring to a boil. Combine cornstarch and water, stirring with a whisk. Add cornstarch mixture to pan; bring to a boil. Cook 1 minute or until sauce is slightly thick, stirring constantly. Serve sauce over chicken.
Creamy Parmesan Orzo
Unlike traditional pasta, this orzo isn't cooked in a pot of boiling water. Instead, it's cooked slowly in a flavorful broth that captures its starch.
Yield: 4 servings (serving size: 1/2 cup)
1 tablespoon butter
1 cup orzo
1 1/4 cups fat-free, less-sodium chicken broth
1 1/4 cups water
1/4 cup (1 ounce) grated fresh Parmesan cheese
2 tablespoons chopped fresh basil
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
4 teaspoons pine nuts, toasted
Heat butter in a medium saucepan over medium heat. Add orzo, and cook 3 minutes, stirring constantly. Stir in broth and water; bring to a boil. Reduce heat, and simmer until liquid is absorbed and orzo is done (about 15 minutes). Remove from heat; stir in cheese, basil, salt, and pepper. Sprinkle with the pine nuts. Serve immediately.
Oh well hells bells... I just realized I forgot the nuts on my orzo!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Friday... Talked a lot about cats. Referred to the guy talking about cats as a MetCATsexual. HA! Too much vodka and Indian Food. 'Nuf said.
Saturday... Recovery. Then the Annual Houston Rodeo BBQ Cook-off. This is always a show. And for me a mother fucking COLD show!!! I guess I should be happy because at least this year it didn't rain too (which is what is usually does... cold & rainy). See I think that's what happens when non country folk infiltrate the rodeo... which always happens...and why it's always cold & rainy when I attend. But you know maybe it's not so bad... I guess it beats sweating your balls off, right? Although I'd rather be a little cold than sweat my balls off (and by now I hope you all know that's a metaphor because I don't actually have balls... well unless I wear dangly (is that a word) earrings... which I don't... so basically I'm still sans the balls... but that doesn't mean I don't get hot and sticky (or stinky) like everyone else. And that rather be cold comment pertains to certain events... not what I like to live in... which is warmer climates. OK enough of that. So let's try this again.
At the beginning of every rodeo they have a big BBQ cook-off. And when I say big I mean HUGE. But more importantly there is 3 consecutive nights of drunk cow...folk? So here's how that went. Took the Metrorail to Reliant Park. Uneventful for the most part. Arrived at the park and took the shuttle to the tents. This is when we realized just how cold it was. Amazed by the amount of women wearing barely anything other than cowboy boots. I did mention it was like 30 degrees outside, didn't I? Went to Les's tent... waited in line. While waiting in line saw a bunch of sketchy looking women dancing on the bar... ala Coyote Ugly. Not a good sight. Finally get inside Les's tent... order a drink. Guy bartending pours the cup over 1/2 way full of vodka (and not the good stuff). Jaw drops. He adds a splash of cranberry juice, a few ice cubes and a smile. I cringe. Drink it anyway... go back to the bar and get two more. Band starts again (they were actually pretty good). Watch more skanks dancing. Attempt to leave the tent to go watch Cowboy Mouth. Blocked by the owner of Les's company who refuses to let us leave. Someone distracts him. We escape. Lu, Gimp (aka Kristy) & I hobble (OK... only Gimp was hobbling) over to the main stage. Enjoying Cowboy Mouth but unable to bounce up and down because I'm double fisting the Cape Cods. Eventually finish one and hop a little. Finish the other and am in full Cowboy Mouth dance mode. Fun. Leave the show... drop Lu off at Les's tent. Gimp and I head over to Carols tent. Carol looks like she's going to pass out. Mark gets us drinks... these ones taste like the last ones should have... gasoline. Use the port-o-pot. Eye some BBQ. Each have one bit. Head back to Les's tent. Leave the rodeo. Get to the Metro. Am verbally assaulted by some little bitch whom I tried to save from walking into incoming Metro. Fucking bitch. Am pissed off. Am cheered up by a bunch of foreigners singing that Day-O song. Get them to continue singing it the entire ride back. Our whole Metro car is happy. Drive home... pass out.
Sunday... Saw a sucky movie that I almost fell asleep in about 10 times. Went to bed early.
That's it. Glad I was able to get this finished (FINALLY)!