Ok, and to Bric too I guess. Since he is the one I am married to. I talked on Facebook about coming up with something for dinner for us and several people chimed in that we should just make reservations. Reservations. Ahhh the sweet sound of reservations.
Then reality hit. If we were to make reservations anywhere I could cook 3 meals by the time we got there and got home, that isn’t counting eating time. Then the comment was made that we should just have pizza delivered. No one delivers out here. They deliver closer to town, but not out this far. They laugh when I tell them where we live.
So, I cooked. It’s a good thing I like to cook…because I do so almost every day. We had grilled pork chops, rice, steamed vegetables and zipper peas. Nothing fancy but something we all love.
Now, we are going to veg out in front of the TV and I am going to pretend like I am enjoying watching TV. It’s a good thing I don’t get approached about doing tv reviews because if I did they would be pathetic. I can’t stand to sit still for that long, my brain goes ninety to nothing thinking of all the other things I could be doing. Now put a book in front of me and I can be content for hours. About the only time I truly watch television is late at night when I can’t sleep and it usually ends up being some weird true crime show.
I think one of my issues with watching TV is that it makes my eyes hurt and then my head starts hurting. Maybe if we had one of those huge lcd tv’s or something things might be different but I kinda doubt it. I think I would just rather be DOING something instead of sitting mindlessly watching something I am not interested in.
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One of my families favorite meals is homemade hamburgers. I concocted a recipe several months back and it has turned into one of the most requested meals that I make.
Before I tell you any more about the burgers, let me explain something. There are no measurements. It is just a mixture, meant to be adjusted to your liking. Now, let’s get ready to grill…
You will need some ground beef. I use ground chuck but you can use whatever you choose. Also, grab some Worchestershire sauce, Country Bobs All-Purpose Sauce, and Steak Seasoning.
Simply add as much or as little of all the ingredients as you want. My guess would be that for 2 pounds of ground beef I use 2-3 Tablespoons of steak Seasoning and a 1/4 cup of Worchestershire sauce and 1/2 cup of Country Bobs sauce.
Once you have added the amount that suits your fancy just mix it all togehter .
Make out your patties and have your grill heating up.
Then, all that is left to do is to grab your favorite topping and eat.
One of my favorite toppings happens to be Borden Bacon Cheddar Sliced cheese. They also have Pepperjack and Hickory Smoked Swiss. Then I add a little more Country Bobs sauce and some sauteed mushrooms. Talk about a divine burger…Mmmm!!
There you have it…one of my most requested recipes. Once people have tasted my burgers I always get comments about how moist they are. How great they taste and everyone always wants to know what I put in them.
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Ok, so I told you how Bric and I met. What I haven’t told you about is the big move. It is quite a feat to move a whole house of stuff from one side of the country to another. It was decided near the end of February that Bric was going to move to Georgia. And would be here the first week of April. So, that gave us one month basically to make all of the arrangements. I had to find a larger house. He had to find some California Movers . I had to find another vehicle (who in San Diego drives?). He had to get a plane ticket. I had to start helping him to find a job. He had to seriously look for a job.
It was a constant back and forth of all the things that needed to be done and be done quickly. All the while everyone in our families think we have totally lost our minds and us beginning to agree at times. Thank goodness I wasn’t Moving To California, it would have been much worse. I don’t think I could have mentally handled it at all and then Bric would not only have had a whole new family to deal with but he would have been committing me to an asylum.
See, the thing with California Moving Companies is that only a few of them go cross country. So after searching through all of the California International Movers – we finally find one that will transport everything across the country to GA. So, I leave it all up to Bric to make sure everything in his apartment is packed and ready to go. The movers arrive and get everything loaded up, Bric then goes to the airport and catches a plane to GA. Fast Forward a few weeks. We are all happily living in our cute little house living life to the fullest and then it happens. The moving truck arrives.
Yep, the moving truck arrives. They open the doors and I see it. He brought EVERYTHING. Now, when I say everything…I mean EVERYTHING. Bric is a pack-rat. I had specifically asked him to make sure he went through everything and tossed all the junk, the gazillion boxes of papers, etc. You know what he did? He paid the moving guys to help him just toss everything in even more boxes and throw it on the truck. At the last minute. SO now, we have paid these guys to bring half a truckload of furniture and treasured belongings and half a truckload of landfill material. And it most of it wasn’t even packed. Just tossed into the truck which had become unstable, throwing all the stuff around in the drive over.
We paid people to take a huge load of garbage from one coast to another just to be thrown away. Seriously. And because of the way it was loaded into the truck it all ended up just being unloaded into the front yard until it could be determined what it was, where it went and all that jazz. Talk about a HUGE mess.
The moral? NEVER, ever leave it to a pack-rat to move by himself. NEVER, ever leave it to an unorganized man to move by himself. If you do, then it will truly look like you are a redneck because you will have stuff littered all over your yard for weeks.
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You know those address plaques? I think we are going to have to get one. We have had the same mailman, the same UPS man and the same FedEx man forever and a day…till recently. In just the last few weeks everyone is different except the FedEx guy. And since my Mother lives next door and her driveway connects into mine the new guys can never decide which drive to take…and they always pick the wrong one. When I mentioned it at the Post Office the other day they said that I needed to get an address plaque.
My thing is this…we have an address sign at the end of the driveway. Up on the road. Now, anybody with any kind of common sense knows that addresses go in order. So would it not be logical to think that the first house has the lowest number and the next house has the larger number?? Who needs address signs to know that?
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