Posts Tagged ‘Chilis’

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Thursday, September 29th, 2011

Guys, I’m not going to lie.

I just got home from a happy hour that turned into two and a half hours that were happy.

If this post seem a little tipsy, it’s because it is.

You guys, I yelled at a stranger yesterday. I was on the phone with one of my best friends afterwards telling her about how I didn’t understand why I’d turned into a crazy person for the last two weeks….

and then I remembered that I hadn’t eaten sugar for two weeks.

I immediately proceeded to go out with Crockett for sandwiches.

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I ate the remainder for breakfast this morning.

A meatball sandwich for breakfast sounds weird but is quite delicious.

Then school beat the hell out of me. You know that thing where a teacher hands one student the whole pile of homework and that student takes his or her assignment and passes it to the next person?

By the time it got to me, I had the lowest grade remaining in the pile.

Sometimes I hate school.

That was the point at which I started googling law school and the LSAT. I feel like I wouldn’t have the lowest grade at law shcool.

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When I got home, I made a peach, oatmeal, and spinach smoothie.

You know, because I’m eating sugar again.

So ugly. So delicious.

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I started to study for my Mathematical Statistics exam and realized that I’m almost halfway through my notebook for that class, even though I’m only 6 and a half weeks into the semester.

Obviously we’re going to have to take a couple of weeks off, in order to return to an appropriate notebook/lecture balance.

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Thank the happy hour heavens for Yvonne and her drive to drag me away from homework. I was reluctant, but it was the right call.

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Perhaps the chips helped.

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The queso was (maybe) the deciding factor.

Oh wait.

The fabulous conversation was the deciding factor.

Whatever. I’m glad I went to happy hour.

Funny story – I put a big old brined pork butt into a dutch oven at like 1 this afternoon. (Funny story two – the reason that I didn’t put it into the slow cooker is because I inadvertently set the slow cooker on fire last week. WHAT? Slow cookers totally burn.) Then? I forgot. When I got home from happy hour at 8:30, I smelled delicious pork and realized it was still in there.

You guys, I never understood before what people meant when they said meat was like butter.

I do now.

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Since Crockett and I had already eaten, I packed it up for the rest of the week.

And also made coleslaw.

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If both (or either) prove to be delicious, I will share how I went about it.

P.S. I cut myself while making coleslaw, and it’s gross. Totally minor, but gross. If you want to see, scroll on down.

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I know that there are worse things, but this was weird. I don’t know why I was holding a knife. I used forks to shred the pork. The cabbage was pre-shredded.

Basically I’m not great with sharp things, I guess? Are you good with knives? Are there people who own the whole sharp edges thing?

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Wednesday, August 3rd, 2011


Could this be any uglier?

I know.

While Crockett is out of town, I’m working in his office instead of our kitchen table. Even the glorious window doesn’t make this smoothie more attractive, does it?

It was pretty delicious, though. I bought a big flat of peaches over the weekend and peeled, sliced, and froze them. For this smoothie I mixed them with cottage cheese, cinnamon, nutmeg, frozen bananas, and a little vanilla.

Peach pie in an ugly ugly soup.

I love his office, though. The window looks out over the backyard, so when I feel like stopping for a break, I can watch the girls chase squirrels. It’s like¬†exercising¬†by association.

Lunch – even cereal is special when you eat it with a spoon that has your initial on it. (Plus fresh peaches. Cereal is special with fresh peaches AND monogrammed spoons.)

After lunch I had to run to the doctor’s office. My doctor’s office is right next to a big high school, so I thought after my appointment I’d do some track work.

You know what helps with running on a track?

If you put your shoes in your car like you meant to.

Instead of leaving them sitting on the couch.

By the time I’d figured out I didn’t have my shoes and had run to the grocery store and had walked the dogs, I no longer had time to run. I had a very exciting happy hour date.

Hellooooo Chilis Happy Hour.

As illustrated by my lovely date, Chili’s gives you two tiny drinks for the price of one. I actually sweettalked our server into putting mine in one big glass, but I think Yvonne likes the little glasses. You know, so she can pretend to be a giant.

Everyone likes to pretend to be a giant.