Chili
I am so much better at updating Twitter than I am at blogging. But sometimes 140 characters just isn't enough. So here's my amazing chili recipe. I just wish it made less than a crockpot's worth at a time...
Chili
1 pound hamburger
1 Tbsp granulated garlic
Salt, seasoned salt, and pepper to taste
1 large yellow onion, chopped
1 red pepper, diced
5 small jalapenos, chopped--do not remove seeds
2 envelopes chili seasoning
3 cans diced tomatoes, undrained (plus one can water)
2 cans whole kernel corn, undrained
2 cans beans with chili seasoning, undrained
1 can light red kidney beans, drained
1 can dark red kidney beans, drained
3 Tbsp Sriracha "rooster" sauce (find it an an Asian foods market--it has a rooster on it)
1 tsp habanero Tabasco
1 tsp Montreal steak seasoning
Brown the hamburger with the onions, garlic, salt, seasoned salt, pepper, red pepper, and jalapenos. When the hamburger is completely browned, dump in the chili seasoning, tomatoes, and water. Stir until mixed thoroughly and leave to boil. Meanwhile, dump the beans and corn into a crockpot with the Sriracha, Tabasco, Montreal steak seasoning, and 1 tsp black pepper. When the hamburger mixture is boiling, stir it again then dump it into the crockpot with the bean mixture. Stir until mixed. Cook on Low setting for four hours. I like to serve it with cheddar cheese. Makes way too many servings, but the recipe just doesn't seem to divide well for me.
One of life's eternal mysteries
My skill levels:
Drunken Bowling < Sober Bowling < Sober Wii Bowling < Drunken Wii Bowling
you know what is on my thoughts?
more bullet-y goodness, that's what! tee hee, bullets. like in presentations and guns. because business makes people want to kill, i guess. :D!!! -- can a smiley get any bigger than that? because i feel happier than that...
anyway, as for what is on my thoughts.
- guy friday. i love him to pieces. i never thought i'd have the chance to have a family since i was always so scared of guys after "the incidents". i mean, i still would like to go to grad school someday soon, but my number one dream? is totally accomplished now that i have the man i love. we're talking about family planning as i type. babies, woo! (but not for a while. sorry j.d.d.j., i know you need a peer group, but it's not gonna be from us, ok? i mean, unless the antibiotics for the sinus infection and ear infections have something to say about it. :) )
- dudes, we have insurance. like health and dental and life, as well as the required insurance on car! that makes me feel so grown-up and bourgoeis.
- my new job kind of sucks sometimes. i mean, i really love the people supported, but i'm sick of being beaten up by people who don't want to get up in the morning. but i'd feel bad if i abandoned them to the agency, that doesn't seem to know a darn thing about sound psychological principles, you know? i can't say more due to hipaa, but it's bad.
- i love tax returns. wii is totally fun. (thank you for stimulus checks, government! i promise not to move to canada for a while, ok? though we probably eventually will because it's so not fair for just straight couples to get marriage rights. [hey, kdj: did you know that our friend jason from middle school is out now? he's a male model in new mexico and doing pretty well, it seems. you can catch up with him on myspace if you want to.]) guy friday and i like to play baseball, bowling, and super mario galaxy together. he's better at baseball and i totally rock bowling. dudes, wii bowling is so much easier when you get to see the rules for yourself and not just have them explained to you by a 4-year-old boy with autism. we take turns at mario. we're pretty good at it so far. guy friday likes the gameplay. i like getting as many star bits as possible. mmm, star bits! he also likes to play zelda: twilight princess. i like wii play billiards better, though, because zelda is kinda boring to me.
- i have my first night alone at the group home tonight. nobody else will be there to help me, and i'm kind of nervous.
- which is why i'm drunk at 3 pm. hey, i work 9 pm to 9 am! it's my nighttime! :)
- i don't work until 9 pm, though, so it's okay. everyone will be well taken care of when i get there. fingers crossed for a good first night alone!
bullets: some of updatey goodness, some of crap.
- We're married, for goodness' sake. So why does something as trivial as buying a Wii together seem like such an unreasonably huge, insurmountable step? I am so weird sometimes.
- You know what I miss most about school? Research. And what makes me miss research so badly? The statistics. Hence, I'm thinking about looking into getting a masters in statistics now. Only problem? I have a bunch of math classes I'd have to take first, and the closest place that offers them is 50 miles away. Bleh.
- The apartment next to us has the thermostat that controls the entire building's heat. So one day, it's really cold, right? We're waiting for good old Bob to decide he's as cold as we are. Well, he's not as cold as we are. He's colder. Why? He's dead.
- We learn of this fact when Guy Friday hears Bob's girlfriend screaming at Bob to wake up. We went in there and the poor woman was sitting on his lap, begging him to breathe. That was a bad day. I really hope she's doing better now than she was the last time we saw her (as she finished cleaning out Bob's apartment).
- Our new neighbor? Is a registered sex offender. Yay.
- I found out that I got that job I wanted while driving to Bob's funeral. Which was probably the only thing that kept me from strangling the minister when he said, and I quote (not misquote), "Some people think they know where Bob's going because of his sinful ways [after mentioning that Bob and his long-term girlfriend never got married]. Let's hope Jesus can forgive like the Bible says."
- So I gave my two weeks' notice at the bank. But had to leave after two days when I had an epic accident--I slipped on the front porch, slid about six feet to the stairs, turned backwards, fell down the stairs, slid down the driveway, and stopped rather abruptly when I hit my head on the car. My boss decided to yell at me until I started crying before he would let me leave. Even though I worked for a day and a half with a head injury, pinched nerves, displaced vertebrae, and a sprained ankle. F^*$@#.
- But it gets better. I went home and told Guy Friday about my awful last day. He had to go to the bank to cash a check a few days later, and some random guy in the parking lot, headed to work, said hi to him. Guy Friday says hi back, then asks, "Hey, by any chance, is your name Ryan [Former Boss]?" The guy says yes. Guy Friday charged at him, yelling, "You're a [*obscenities deleted*]! You yelled at my injured wife and made her cry!" The kicker? The dude immediately laughs and says, "Oh. You're looking for Ryan [Former Boss]. I'm Ryan [Innocent Party]." Guy Friday apologized and asked him to relay the message to the correct person. Yep. It was the wrong guy. But the message got through and the old boss contacted me to apologize.
- The new job is quite a bit harder than the old one. I care for adults with developmental disabilities, and maintaining control isn't always easy. Like when you go to wake someone up and get slapped, for example. But I really like it. There's one woman I really, really wish I could take home with me.
- Meh, sick of typing. Guess that means I'm done.
Hometown fun
Hey, The Friends, I bet you already saw this, but do you recognize this street?
Yep, thought you would. :) Guy Friday and I were there that day, too. Good times. Don'tcha think they should maybe update the clearance sign to reflect the actual height after the multiple road resurfacings?
the day started going better
... when my mom came out of her surgery fine. whacked out on fentanyl, but fine. :)
... when i got a call about an interview from a job i had applied for recently. it's in my field (even in my sub-field, though on the applied side rather than the research side), it pays quite a bit more, it has benefits, and it's an overnight job so i won't have to get up in the morning. there are 3 openings, and they made it clear they want me. so, fingers crossed!
... when i had some chocolate and some wine.
whining.
g'damn bank doesn't pay me near enough to put up with their bullshit... i'm so sick of taking their crap right now. someone lost checks worth more than 51 g's. it wasn't me. yet as the lowest-paid employee, i get to take their crap. that's all there is to it.
if everyone in my building flushes their toilet at once, raw sewage comes up the shower drain.
if you're applying for a deferment on your student loans for economic hardship, you have to send in paperwork on it. but it's for
economic hardship--i can't afford to find a printer for their stupid f'in forms! plus, a stamp is like three meals at current ramen exchange rates.
would someone please just kill me now? that is all.
