The Geek is out of town this week (which means I’m on my own with the kidlet) and instead of eating out for every meal as I have done in the past I decided I would cook. Yes, that’s right, me, cooking, well, before anyone gets excited and calls the Fire Department, I didn’t use the oven and the house didn’t burn down. I made pulled pork in the crock pot. I did order pizza the first night, but that’s a long standing tradition for us. I found this incredibly easy recipe on Pinterest and then promptly lost the recipe but I remembered three of the four ingredients. I came home and Google Fu-ed the recipe and came across one on Tablespoon that used the three ingredients I bought.
It came out so damn good that I considered eating it for breakfast this morning. I didn’t, but it was a near thing. Today I’m making pineapple chicken, it’s cooking in the crock pot right now. I’m awesome with the crock pot…because you put everything in and walk away. Oddly enough I also enjoy baking and I even made pumpkin chocolate chip muffins.
I’m not Martha Stewart by any means, I still think she secretly hates me, yes I realize she has no idea I even exist, but she is all knowing and she knows without knowing that I exist. Okay fine, she terrifies me.
The pulled pork recipe:
Pineapple Chicken Recipe
We’ve moved! The Geek and Redneck clan of three has moved into a townhouse, we are renting and hope to be here until we buy a house. No more apartment living for us which I am quite grateful for. We owned a house in New Mexico from 2005 until last year when we moved to Oregon and going back to an apartment was rough. Most of the apartment complexes in our neck of the woods do not have air conditioning and for most of the year we don’t need it. When we moved last year we came up in August and it was hot, but it was for a couple of weeks and then it was good. This year they’ve had some really strange weather move in and it’s been in the 90s to the upper 90s for quite some time and our apartment was hot and miserable. It was too hot to sleep at night no matter how many fans we had going. Last night was our first night in our new place and it was glorious! I slept so good last night.
Which is good because I’ve been getting up at 4 every day this week so I can go work and then go to work for a 6 am training. I normally get up 4:30, you would think that 30 minutes wouldn’t make a huge difference but those 30 minutes combined with the heat make for a rough day. On top of the training and the heat we began moving into our new place last Friday and this week was our day care provider’s vacation. Last night I was walking up the stairs to the bedrooms and in my zombie like state must have decided that I should take the stairs two at a time or I don’t know, maybe I thought I was closer to the top than I was, but I managed to trip and fall while walking up the stairs. Hurt too. The Geek just took our Escape in for service, the check engine light kept coming on and there are recall repairs to be done to it too. When it rains it pours.
Today though the weather is beautiful, kidlet is peacefully napping, and I’m here in front of a window with our cat Lilith typing away and watching the neighborhood come alive. I’ve never lived somewhere other than an apartment where the neighborhood has been so active. I think it will take me some time to get used to it, but I like it.
So now I’m off to unpack and see what else I can trip over, until stay cool out there :)
We recently went to Cannon Beach, as in we got home from Cannon Beach today. Absolutely gorgeous and amazing. We saw the Goonies house, drank awesome Oregon beer, had fresh seafood, played in the sand and we even flew a kite.
Up until I moved to Oregon I’ve always lived in a land locked state, this was the third time I got to see the ocean and every time I see it I’m in awe. It’s vast and it’s stunning and words cannot describe the feeling it leaves with me every time I see it.
If it weren’t for my job and the company I work for I would have never been able to move and be only 2 hours from the beach and the waves. I love Oregon, this is where I was meant to be.
So January has come and gone, I’m not making any progress in my weight loss goals yet. My husband the Geek is in the same boat.
We found this website that does a meal plan for every night of the week or five nights of the week from Costco for $150. We checked it out and ended up not using it because the meals weren’t all that healthy. We did get some good ideas from it though and we’ve revamped our dinner menu so hopefully that helps.
Still trying and we’ll see where we end up come the end of the month.
Is that bunny committing suicide…on your calendar?
So the link I posted, that’s a line for Andy Riley. Andy Riley is a cartoonist. He’s also a scriptwriter. Until December of 2012 I had no idea who he was. I also had no idea that bunnies would want to commit suicide. I mean, they’re bunnies, they’re cute and fluffy, and they seem to be happy with the whole frolicking thing. At least I thought so.
Then in December of 2012 my husband brought home a calendar by Andy Riley depicting a bunny committing suicide in various ways, I asked my husband the Geek to buy a calendar for 2013. I was expecting either generic or something slightly off the wall. I was not expecting a calendar with a bunny with depression issues who was trying to off himself. I spent a few days horrified and saddened by the calendar with my husband telling me he thought I would really enjoy it, it was so funny, the bunny is trying to kill itself! I kept asking how that was funny, the poor bunny, but as time went on I actually found myself enjoying the calendar. It was rather humorous. I mean, the ways the bunny thought of to die were pretty clever.
I then felt terrible for finding the calendar funny, and then I embraced it and enjoyed the calendar. It’s started a new tradition in our house, now we buy a new calendar with a bunny trying to kill itself. If you get a chance, check out the Bunny Suicides. You might regret it. You might find this post disturbing. You may decide that with my unhealthy obsession of Martha Stewart and my enjoyment of Bunny Suicides that I’m a terrible and scary person.
You might be right. Or you might just have a sense of humor.
Its almost 2014, which I find difficult to wrap my head around, I mean 2013 was hard enough geez now its 2014? I have to say my 2013 started off pretty rough, I was in a position at work that I was ill suited for and rather miserable in, I was fighting with my husband, my Mom ended up in ICU for a week in January, the first half of the year sucked. Then in May I stepped down from the terrible position, my Mom got healthy and back on track, I applied for a job in Oregon and I was doing awesome at work. In August I got the job, we moved to Oregon, and its been pretty awesome since then. For 2014 I plan to continue to work on my weight loss boring I know but its got to be done and we want to try for a sibling for kidlet.
I do love my job, i really do, my job is not easy, it can be incredibly stressful, especially with the holidays. I drink a lot of coffee at work and at home. My mother in law sent us a Keruig coffee sampler for Christmas, absolutely love it! So many flavors! We usually go to Costco and just buy the 48 count of whatever brand of K-Cups they have and a flavored creamer and we’re set. Flavored K-Cups are a rare treat for us.
Speaking of Christmas I’ll have to post pictures of the tree. For those who have read some of my posts you’ve probably realized I have an odd fascination with Martha Stewart, I find her terrifying and yet mesmerizing at the same time. I love all the things she does but she frightens me with her perfection and that smile she always wears. I do try to do the awesome things she does when it comes to crafts and decorating but its never quite the same.
Oh well, theres always 2014.
Ah it’s the holidays! Which means office parties and food and mall Santas and of course gifts and shopping. For me due to my job (I work for an auto insurance company as a liability adjuster) it also means having to tell people that they’re either at fault for hitting someone else or they’re not at fault and drowning in claims involving snow and ice. It means that as much as I try it’s hard for me to actually relax and enjoy the holidays because I’m desperately trying to call people while they’re out shopping and asking them to tell me about their wreck. Then I come home and I get to send out Christmas cards and gifts to family and friends who live in our old home state or across the country and then it’s time spent buying gifts for kidlet and keeping to her routine.
Then there’s the food, everyone is baking and eating and I’m already fat, I don’t need more to eat, no I don’t need to try your grandma’s fudge. I’m sure she’s a lovely person and I’m sure her fudge is heavenly but have you looked at me lately? Do I look like someone who needs to be eating fudge? NO, I really do not and oh what’s this, you have Gingerbread cookies and you heard they were my favorite, yes, they are my favorite, but no really, I’m good, I ate one earlier. Oh, of course I’ll buy a cake that will straight to my thighs and costs twice as much as it’s worth, it’s for a good cause what with fundraising for the school. Oh, no, really, I don’t need to take this tin of cookies, please it’s just me, my husband, and my little one and we couldn’t possibly eat-okay, thank you I’ll take them home, please don’t get upset and teary eyed it’s Christmas and I’m sure they’re delicious. Thank you so much for thinking of us and my ever expanding waistline. I will of course attend the office holiday lunch, it would be so rude not to and being new in this job I need to be sure I’m making a good impression and I will take seconds yes please…
That’s why by the end of the day all I want is a glass of wine or a cold beer and to lob a hideous fruit cake at the upstairs neighbor who makes a tremendous amount of noise at 2 am or the neighbor across from us with their mean little yappy dog who scares my daughter or the driver who cuts me off in traffic with no turn signal or the lady who pushes me out of the way in the store to get the best deal on her gifts. I keep reminding myself that it isn’t about food or gifts or cards, it’s about the memories we make with our loved ones. It’s about the memories my husband and I will make with our daughter. Kidlet is 2 this year and she’s starting to grasp that the boxes wrapped up under the tree are for her and for Daddy and Mommy and there’s that twinkle in her eye and her face lights up when she sees the Christmas tree or the neighbor’s Christmas lights. I keep reminding myself that no matter what happens I have an amazing and awesome husband whom I adore and this adorable tiny human who loves me and depends on me and I will do anything for them.
Even if it means eating that fruitcake.