"Meetings are what you do when you're not working."- Elon Musk
I can agree with that statement 100%. If you don't know who Elon Musk is, look him up. Super smart dude. Got a rocket up into space on his fourth try.
I hate meetings. They're boring and I have a tendency to not pay attention. A lot of meetings I already know what's going on or they have nothing to do with me. I just start floating away in my brain or possibly fall asleep. If you want me to pay attention you better just send me an email. Or even better talk to me one on one. I'm almost guaranteed to pay attention to you if you standing right in front of me.
While I'm in these meetings I doodle. Sometimes I'll make lists of what I have to do that night. Sometimes I draw flowers or spell my name in block letters. Totally fifth grade shit. Here was today's little doodle.
Normally, I would love to have this pic in my actual blog, but I did not realize that blogspot does not accept PDFs. Fail on my part.
I have a couple items on there that I was going to get from the store. I realized Ryan and I go up and down ALL the isles anyways; there really isn't a reason for me to write that shit down. Then I started to draw my sheep on a motorcycle. My drawing capabilities are much better in my brain.
When I'm having trouble sleeping, I count sheep. Probably many people do. I have cartoon sheep on little mini motorcycles that have to ride up a ramp to jump over the fence. Sometimes, if I'm not counting fast enough the sheep yell at me and the jam up before the ramp. Ryan thinks I should try to think of them as claymation figures. I like the cartoon version in my head better.
Anyhoo, my sheep kind of looks like a large mouse. I guess you can't expect greatness when I'm supposed to listen to people talk.
I was having the worst blog block of my short blogging career. I was going to be all sentimental and stuff, but I didn't have it in me today. Instead I shall blog about my freakishly awesome potatoes. Now mind you, I didn't say freakishly awesomely healthy potatoes. I just said freakishly awesome potatoes.
These pan fried potatoes take about 30 to 40 minutes. I'm pretty much always cook them way earlier than the rest of the meal. I've learned that if I start all the food preparation at the same time as the potatoes, the rest of the meal goes cold waiting for me to finish them.
Above are the ingredients I use. I chop up the whole onion and potatoes in small pieces and put them in the pan with a little EVO and a couple of heapings of butter. I keep the temp of the stove around medium and put the lid of the pan.
Gotta keep stirring every 2-3 minutes. I like my potatoes really soft on the inside and crispy on the edges. After about 20 minutes I take the lid off and pour a little white wine. I leave the lid off now.
Lastly, I put the spices on. A little Italian seasoning, garlic, pepper, and don't forget the nutmeg! That's the special ingredient. You don't have to use that much nutmeg to get a good taste. I always put the spices in last, and I don't use salt. If you want salt on them, put it on yourself.
Cook them babies for a couple more minutes and this is what ya get. It goes really good with the Rib Eye steak on the grill.
Now that I have almost recovered from my hangover from last night, I can tell you about how I was the most hated person in the zip lining group (well deserved). It all started out so well. There was so much promise that this was going to be an awesome adventure. Yesterday's weather could not have been more perfect. It was beautiful outside.
It was me, Sherry my awesome M-I-L, and her friend Kim. I was horrible with my recuitement of people. (Thank God!) We got our gear on and headed up the mountain. I should have realized that when the instructor said you will be high off the ground that I should have quit. There will a lot of should haves in this blog.
The ride up the mountain was nice and easy. No panic yet. I could have rode that a couple times. This was the view at the top.
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First Zip
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The view from the platform
Me, Kim, and Sherry
Take a good hard look at that happy face. That's the last time you'll see it. This is still pre-zip.
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Little pre zipping jitters
I did it! And this is the last time I have fun. Why couldn't we just keep doing this one over and over and over and over and over again? Once you get on to the platform you have climb down this net thing. The instructor told us that if we let go, we just fall to the bottom of the net and it's tied off so you can't fall to the ground. Of course, I got stuck in the god damn net thing. And I let go and fell to the bottom. I was flopping in this net like a caught fish. I barely managed to get myself out of the thing. I had to crawl up on the platform by my belly. Not my proudest moment, but there's worse to come. There was another net to crawl down to get back down to the ground. I pretty much scooched my way down giving myself an incredible wedgie.
Next up is more non-awesomeness. We had to walk over this super wobbly wooden "bridge" if that's what you'd call it. Then right after that, you can see next rope-like death trap wire "bridge" that I barely made it across. I wasn't hyperventaliating quite yet. But I was sweating profusely and shaking. Oh and swearing. There were a lot of swear words. This is where I stopped having fun.
The next couple shots will be of Sherry and Kim doing the next couple obsticles. I'm pretty much having an anxiety attack and can no longer do anything but swear.
In this picture is the next zip platform. The instructor tells us this is the POINT OF NO RETURN. That means it's all zipping for the next 45-60 minutes. We'll be high and the platforms will be small. Once you start, supposedly there's no way down except if the have to belay you. NO WAY DOWN. You might as well have been telling me, that Rita you are going to die. Panic is increasing. I told the instructor I quit.
Everyone in the group was horrified that I wanted to stop. I'm like dudes and dudettes, I really don't care what you think. I'm a pussy. I quit. But I didn't quit. I should have quit. I could have saved the last ounce of what dignity I had. Everyone went I was still standing on solid ground. At the last moment, I was like F-it, I'm going. I took a big step of the rock and went. Holla, I made it. That's when shit hit the wall.
I decided I'm going to go balls to the walls. I'm going first. I went first and zipped right into the platform with my ass and leg. Yup. Full force. No slowing down. I could see the instructor yelling at me as I'm flying through the air. I'm coming in real hot and I know it. But I couldn't hear his words and everything the instructors told me to do I didn't do. It was like he was going in slow video motion. Thank god, for the padding on my body cushioned the blow. Just kidding, it really fucking hurt. Bad. As soon as the instructor got me up on the tiny platform I yelled. I QUIT! He's like ok.
But wait Rita, didn't you just say that you are past the POINT OF NO RETURN? Why yes, I did say that. And that is exactly how I became the most hated person in the group. The instructor has to radio to another worker to come get my dumbass. Mind you, we are 40 feet in the trees. I am hugging the tree while he preps the rope to belay my ass down. No one else can zip to the platform. I hold everyone else up for like 20 minutes while they get me down.
I hate being that person that fucks the whole group up. I should have quit before the POINT OF NO RETURN. Because then I wouldn't have tie a rope around me and take a step off the platform and get slowly dropped down 40 feet. I was extremely apologetic to the dude that had to save me and to the dude that had to drive me to the bottom.
The last thing he said to me was, well see ya around. My reply was, no you won't.
A dog and her ball. I couldn't help myself and took this picture while Jada was napping. Normally we don't let the dogs bring their throw toys in the house. She loves that ball so much we decided she can have it all the time. Jada will pretty much just walk around the house with it in her mouth or gnaw on it for hours.
This not my best effort blogging, but my phone and computer are plotting against me. I have pictures from yesterday's zip lining fail but both of my devices refuse to upload the pics. I have been trying for hours. So you get half assed blog today.
I promised/challenged myself that I would blog everyday for the rest of the month of October. I am only going to be able to do a short one because I have to take a nap before a gathering of friends this evening.
That picture is one that I took of myself right before I did my second to last zip line. That doesn't mean that I did the whole trek, it means that I sucked completely and quit in the middle. Yup, I am a quitter. I say this not proudly, but humbly. The people I was with kept telling I should keep going since I spent $62.00 on this. I frankly told them, I've done worse with more money and I don't care.
By doing what I did today, I can fully rule out several other activities that I will not waste my money on. Skydiving, hang gliding, bungee jumping, para-sailing. Pretty much anything higher than say 25 ft.
Things I will continue to do...Yachting. Drinking on solid land. Roller skating. Hot tubbing. Sitting on a bar stool while my legs do not touch the ground.
I will elaborate more tomorrow with pictures of the horribleness that I took part in.
Last night we went to Casero Pizza in New Cumberland, PA for dinner. The Patriot News did a little write up about them.
I wouldn’t really consider Casero the typical pizza shop in terms of quality. It's better. No fryers.
You could taste the fresh ingredients. Good service too. The actual food
preparation area was very out in the open. If you wanted to, you could actually
watch them make your food.
Since it was
our first time at Casero’s, we ordered more than we normally would. Gotta make
sure we can give a good report on the food. We asked what Casero’s meant. Our
cute little server said it meant homemade in Spanish.
Our first
item up was mini garlic/cheese strombolis. They came out pretty fast. It came
with a sweet tomato dipping sauce. The crust for the boli was out of this word.
It was great. The bolis were excellent too. Perfect combo of cheese and garlic.
The sauce could have been warmed up a little more. I probably could have been done eating after this.
We ordered a steak sub with sauce, cheese,
onion, green peppers. We were told on the menu that the steak was from the West Shore Farmers Market. When the
steak sub arrived it came with kettle cooked chips and a pickle. Again, the
bread was great. Soft and had a lot of flavor. Best dough we’ve eaten in a
while. The sub didn’t have much onion flavor; we could only taste the green
peppers. The peppers tasted fresh. These hadn’t been sitting in some container
in fridge for three days.
We also, order a Meatzza pizza. Wow! We ordered
a medium. It came with hot Italian sausage, meatballs, two types of pepperoni and ham. This was high quality meat (hehe). The thing that Ryan pointed out
was that even though we ordered different toppings we still got a lot of
toppings.
The pile of meat on this pizza was extreme. Ryan could not stop
picking meat off the other slices and shoving it into his mouth like I couldn’t
see him. I’m like dude, I’m sitting right in front you!
We could hardly
finish more than once slice each of the pizza. The crust a thinner crust but it
was great. The owner ,I believe that's who is was, came over and asked us how everything was. The
food prices were maybe a tad bit higher than other pizza places. But who cares?
I’m so tired of spending money to get mediocre food and meh service. This was a
breath fresh air with mouth watering ingredients!!
Will we go
back? Damn straight we will. And I recommend this place to you too! It’s high
time people make food with love.
I heart the TV picture box something fierce. Laughing, crying, (maybe just a tear or two when the Humane Society commercial comes on), and freaking out if I'm watching the Discovery Channel.
I finally feel TV producers have finally gotten the message about reality shows. It seems there are more actual scripted series making their way back on the TV. I am fuckin tired of reality shows. Please don't put 7 hot skinny peeps and one gay dude in a house to see what happens. You want me to watch? Put three hot gay dudes and two hot straight dudes and two normal looking girls in a house to see what happens. I will watch that. Probably the straight dudes turn gay. Is that mean?
Maybe that's why I don't watch any of that Amazing Race or Big Brother shit. I had hopes and dreams when I was 13 to get on MTV's retarded Real World show. That's when they looked like normal people. Then as the years progressed and I got smarter (I think), the people on the show got skinnier and fucking stupid. Don't the "reality stars", that's a term I use loosely, know what hot tubs are for? Getting you wasted so you can fuck the ugly guys that looked good while you were WASTED. This is why I watch porn. I know how the story line goes.
I'm going to go over some of my fav TV shows below. Now, some of you might think...damn she watches a lot of television. What you don't know if I heart DVR something fierce. I will not watch fucking commercials if I don't have to. So, that half hour show just turned into 18 minutes. I have that kind of time since it perpetually rains every day in Pennsylvania.
Up All Night- Christina Applegate and Will Arnett and some other people too
Now honestly, I don't watch too many programs where the story line is about babies. But every time I saw the commercial, I thought to myself I have got watch this. I was hoping it wasn't one of those shows that play all the funny parts in the commercials. Then when you watch the show it's a big pile of poo.
As soon as the first was over I was hooked. One of the first scenes is Reagan (Applegate) and Chris (Arnett) telling their baby how fuckin cute she is. The bleep out the swear words, but you know they are saying it. I loved it from that point on. It seems like Reagan has a little Kelly Bundy in her. The show is great I will keep watching for sure.
This show
rocks. It has taught me about how in a group of people, only one person can wear
a fedora. The universal tight butthole symbol. How it’s still ok to have a
mediocre job and rock out with CeeLo Green (the dragon). I would totally party
it up with these guys. Maybe not Ders, unless you get him drunk on pina coladas.
Louis CK
I love this guy. If I saw him in public, I would buy him a shot. I love how his
show isn’t all sunshine, butterflies, and hearts. The show makes me laugh, but
doesn’t always wrap the ending up with pretty pink bow. I want to see him live.
I almost want to contact him to tell him how awesome he is, but I don’t want to
seem stalkerish. I’ll stalk from afar.
Bob’s
Burgers
Who’d have
thought a cartoon about a burger shop would be so funny? I love the fact that
most of the characters are played by men who don’t really try to disguise their
voice when they talk. I’m somewhat sad the same dude who plays Bob also voices
Archer another cartoonish show. Archer is hot, Bob not so much with the come
over. I can no longer think Archer is hot knowing what Bob looks
like.
I love all the
characters. But one of my favorite scenes is where Tina starts laying on the
floor moaning. Then everyone else joins in. Ryan and I try to replicate the
moaning while we shopping in the grocery store. It really throws people off. Or,
when Ryan wants me to clean something. I start the Tina moan.
Unfortunately for you guys I could not find the video where Tina lays on the floor. Instead, I found a montage of her moaning. Very funny. Try moaning like Tina.
South
Park
This is an oldie
but a goodie. When this show first came out it totally rocked. It was like the
Simpsons only edgier, darker, and frankly funnier. I love child cartoon
characters that swear. Then somewhere in the middle, I stopped watching. I might
not have been able to afford cable or maybe I was out boozing that night when it
was on. I restarted watching South Park maybe about two years ago and I love it
more than ever. How many times have you said, they killed Kenny, you bastard!?! South Park has taught us what green apple splatter is, space cash, and sometimes you need to just make a left turn. If you need to look up what green apple splatter is, I can wait.
The creators must really not care about the FCC or maybe Comedy
Central doesn’t because they say shit all the time that shouldn’t be played
before 10 p.m. That makes me
love it even more! I’m an adult. I don’t need everything I watch to be so
sanitized. If I were a good parent, I wouldn’t let my child watch this program.
Moms that bitch about how terrible the show is really annoy the shit out of me. You
have the power to turn the TV off. Don’t want little Johnny watching South Park?
Turn the dial asshole. Or go read a book to the kid. Stop letting the TV teach
our kids. If you don’t want your kids being influenced by TV, then maybe you
should spend a little time with them instead.
There's a lot more shows out there that I watch, but I just don't have the time to write a little blooper on all of them. What shows are a must see for you?
