Archive | March 2013

My Money’s Riding On The Dark Horse

Horse watching

This post is for the Trifecta Writing Challenge.

This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 words including an idiom somewhere
within.

 

“Always bet on the dark horse” he said.

“Why” I respond.

“He has the most to win and the most to lose.”

Win or lose, it’s all about how you play the game.

 

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Me VS Baby Back Ribs … I WIN!

IMAG0205So here is how this started …

I went grocery shopping yesterday. We needed basically everything and I had my list corresponding with my coupons and I was not going to buy anything that was not on sale. Well … I must applaud myself because I didn’t buy anything that was not on the list. Barbeque sauce was not on sale, therefore was not on the list. CRAAAPPPP! Babyback ribs were on sale and were on the list and this would be my first time EVER trying to cook them. Now today, after dreaming about these ribs all night, I get them out to marinate them (do you see where this is going?) and realize that I have NO barbeque sauce. Yes, a rib with only a dry rub is good, heck great even, but in my dream I needed a bath towel to clean up after partaking of my ribs. I want babyback ribs slathered in sauce and it running down my fingers, face, etc. Yes, I could get in the truck and make the 28 mile round trip to the grocery store but that was NOT on my list of things to do today. So I improvised and it turned out great!

I am going to list the ingredients. I don’t know the measurements of each. Sorry, I was mad and just slinging these things in a sauce pot. I will list them in the order of what I used the most of. I am definitely making this again and will measure ingredients the next time and am even considering mixing in my bathtub and bathing in it. It is REALLY that good! But for now just roll with it … Here is the recipe for my CC Barbeque Sauce. I haven’t decided if that stands for Coca Cola or Cookie Charm 🙂

Ketchup
Coca Cola (not the diet stuff)
Brown Sugar
Grated Onion
Dijon mustard (I didn’t have plain mustard, it wasn’t on sale)
Worcestershire Sauce
Salt
Pepper
Minced Garlic
Chili Powder
Apple Cider Vinegar (FYI I put too much of this at first so I had to add more sugar to balance out the flavor) Ain’t nothing a little sugar can’t handle 🙂

I let it cook low and slow and y’all it is BETTER than any sauce that I could have bought, on sale with a coupon, had it been on my list! I ate it straight from the spoon. I am going to mix up a big batch and put in pint jars. I will never buy store-bought BBQ sauce again! Thank you Bi-LO for not having KC Masterpiece on sale yesterday!

Now here is where it gets ugly. My husband comes in and asks what smells good. I proceed to tell him of my great invention and he begins to google coca cola in bbq sauce. And of course, there is A recipe for a sauce that includes coca cola … on you guessed it … FOOD NETWORK! I am always a day late and a dollar short. The recipe is somewhat like mine but not so much. I bet mine is better!

I mopped it over the ribs after it had cooled a bit, wrapped the ribs tightly in aluminum foil, and cooked for 2 hours at 325 degrees in the oven (I don’t own a grill). Well I do own one but that is a story for another day. I wanted my first try at BB ribs to be in a more controlled environment aka my kitchen. Then I opened the foil, gave the ribs another healthy dose of the CC sauce and let them cook another hour uncovered.

They were better than in my dream! YUM! Up until today the thought of cooking ribs has really intimidated me … hence the dream last night. But, today my friends I came, I cooked, and I conquered! I will be sure that babyback ribs are on the grocery list every time that they are on sale.

Thanks to Billy Bob

Daily Prompt: Trading Places

There have been many times that I wished I was male (a smart male, not like the ones that I am about to tell you about). Before I started writing, the jobs I held were mostly sales and managerial.

Women in the Car Sales Business…

Remember, this is taking place in the South. While some of the customers felt more comfortable dealing with a female,  others would come in and want to speak with the “manager” because surely a lil lady- yes I have actually heard that phrase – could barely start a car much less know enough to sell one. OH, this is when I would get pissed.

I wanted to say look you backwards ass jerk, I know more about this car or truck than you ever dreamed of knowing.

Thank God I had a manager who could see my blood pressure rising and would step in not because I needed help but because I needed a moment to get it together to deal with Billy Bob and his Linda Lou (who just stood and smiled because she knew her place as his Ol Lady, he said this, YES out loud). REALLY? But, I had to remain focused on selling a car, not screaming at this woman. “What in the world is wrong with you? You let THIS half ass man degrade you?” I couldn’t think of what she must have gone through in the privacy of her home, if he was this big of a Jackass in public. OH well, back to selling, I am not a social worker.

It didn’t take long for the BB and LL to realize that I was not your ordinary lil lady. I take anything that I do very seriously and I have a mechanical knack with fixing cars. By the end, I had Billy Bob begging to buy a car from the lil lady who knew nothing about cars. And, I had him well aware that if he didn’t stop addressing my breasts instead of my face when he looked at me, we were going to take it to the parking lot and find out who the “Real Man” was. I was REALLY good at my job! I am sure that it didn’t, but I was hoping my standing up for myself might show LL a thing or two.

Then there was my boss, who was simply amazed that when a check engine light came on in one (or many) of the cars that he purchased, that I could diagnose the problem faster than his mechanic.

Oh lets not leave out the mechanic, who had the same backwards attitude as Billy Bob when he met me for the first time. But in just a few days, he would come and ask my opinion when he was stumped on installing a mass air flow sensor, oxygen sensor, or simply diagnosing a problem. He was a little bit – I use that term loosely- brighter than Billy Bob.

So yes, in the car business, some days I wished that I had male parts … because that would somehow have made me smarter. But most days, I loved being female and showing them just what this lil lady was capable of.

Hello, My Name is Missy and I’m a Blogoholic

 

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I have discovered – ok finally admitted – that my time management skills truly suck! It’s not my fault! I sign into WordPress every morning and this page “blogs I follow” pops up, it is all downhill from there. I can’t help but to click on every new post! In my defense, I do get my outdoor chores done before I ever turn on the computer. Horsework before Housework is a motto that I live by. I mean really … one must have priorities right?

I was sitting in front of the computer screen this morning wondering where I “surfed” before joining WordPress. I honestly can’t really remember.  I would look in on yahoo news, Facebook, ???? Now, I have a one stop shopping process if you will. WordPress blogs give me the top news and usually share my opinions or at least something to get my mind going. Then there are the “guilty pleasure” blogs that are pure humor or a bit risqué. A look into someone’s private life in the daily living blogs, appeals to my nosey nature. The selection goes on and on! I have to read EVERY post, it is important not to miss out on every tidbit of information … Or so I tell myself. These bloggers have no idea (and don’t care) I’m sure, how they are impacting my life and keeping me glued to the computer screen.

That dang little follow+ button has been my downfall. I decided I wanted to start a blog for me and my joy that comes from writing. I had no idea that I would find myself reading much more than writing. It is almost noon and my to do list is full today. I must reluctantly turn off the computer and get busy!

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Daily Prompt: Idyllic

What does your ideal community look like? How is it organized, and how is community life structured? What values does the community share?

If you have read my blog, you know that I love my little piece of heaven known as home. I am completely satisfied living on my little farm surrounded by critters. I socialize much better via this blog. I love reading posts, replying to comments, checking email, then closing my laptop to head out to the barn. My ideal community would involve many animals and few people. I have learned the hard way that people let me down, while animals do everything to try to please and comfort me.

My idyllic community would be somewhat like Farmville. I mean what could be better than planting and harvesting crops in as little as two hours.  There is an abundance of animals that reproduce daily with no problem and people only visit the farm to “help” by watering, harvesting, and or feeding the animals.

The people in my community would help one another when needed and share with one another so that no one would ever be without. People would be genuine. And most importantly they would mind their own business. The citizens of my community would never think of causing unnecessary drama.

I realize that I will never be able to plant or harvest with the click of mouse.  Cows and horses will never reproduce babies in 12 hours.  I must be content with the community that surrounds me. It may not be perfect, but it is mine. Neighbors do pop by to help one another. Most of my neighbors are genuine and I have come to terms with the fact that they will never mind their own business. And, what’s life without a little drama?

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