No Competition
Friday, October 12th, 2007This just kinda struck me as funny, and I had to write about it. Yesterday was errands and lessons day, so as they were leaving, Joe told me to remember to watch out for UPS, because they were bringing something he bought. Well, we also were supposed to watch for the garbage man, because the dog likes to eat garbage and UPS men. So we brought the dog inside, onto the rug just inside the door. That’s the only place he’s allowed, besides the little boys’ room and the route to the little boys’ room.
We were living our lives along, and all of a sudden, I hear someone pull up. “UPS is here!” someone yelled. I look out the window and do I see UPS? Sure, but I also see FedEx! Well, I go out there to get the packages, and the FedEx guy says, “I heard you had a mean dog! Where is he?”
The UPS guy had gotten out by then, and was laughing. He’s one of the UPS guys that tolerates the dog. Some of them are terribly afraid of Duke! I’m not sure how the FedEx guy knew about Duke, because I’d never seen him before, maybe the UPS guy told him.
“He’s inside,” I said, and got the package from the FedEx guy. The UPS guy came up so I got the package from him, too, and they turned to go to their trucks. As I was going in the house, however, I heard the FedEx guy say to the UPS guy, “So, where ya goin’ today? Anyplace fun?”
I went in, and peeked out the kitchen window. They stood there, talking in our yard, for a good three minutes or so! Then they left.
I thought it would have been really funny had the garbage man showed up at the same time as well!
I Cut My Finger Off
Wednesday, October 10th, 2007Well, not all of it, just part of it. Sure, a small part, but still–!
We sharpen our knives once a year: after hunting season, when we’re processing the meat. Consequently, we rarely get cut, save during the meat-processing procedure, when bandaids are kept in large supply. Normally, if the knife slips, no harm is done, you just get a little dent in your finger that goes away after an hour or so. Well, Grammoo was here week before last, and she didn’t like using our dull knives. “What’s the use of having a knife sharpener if you don’t use it?” she wanted to know. So, she so kindly sharpened all our knives for us.
Unfortunately, nobody told me my favorite knife was also Grammoo’s favorite knife, meaning it probably got the most attention, knife-sharpener-ways. The other day I was cutting onions, just…minding my own business! And the knife slipped, and got my left middle finger. Just near the end, it sliced a good piece off, down to the meat. You can see where the skin stops and the meat starts! OH MAN IT HURT. LOTS. And it bled, lots. Beth tried to bandage me up, and it soaked the first gauze thing she put on, so she put a bigger one on.
But then again, I didn’t have to finish the onions. 
Simply Oven Baked Pork Chops and Rice
Sunday, October 7th, 2007Their way:
1 (10 3/4 ounce) can cream of mushroom soup
1 1/2 cups water
1 cup long grain rice (uncooked)
1/4 onion, sliced
1/4 teaspoon pepper
3-4 pork chops
salt and pepper (to taste)
Stir together soup, water, rice and 1/4 teaspoons pepper in a 3 quart casserole.
Add onions.
Salt and pepper chops and place on top of rice.
Cover and bake at 350* for 1 1/4 hours or until meat is done and liquid is absorbed.
Remove from oven and let rest 5 minutes.
From here
My way:
4 cans cream of chicken/mushroom/celery soup
6 cups water
4 cup long grain rice (uncooked)
pork chops
salt and pepper
any other spices you like
2 9×13 pans
Stir together 2 cans soup, 3 cups water, 2 cups rice, a little salt, a little pepper, and any other spice you like in a 9×13 pan. Repeat for the other pan.
Salt and pepper chops and place on top of rice.
Cover and bake at 350* for 1 1/4 hours or until meat is done and liquid is absorbed.
Remove from oven and let rest 5 minutes.
Now…I forgot onions, and it was good without it. I actually did four pans; two 9×13 and two smaller. It’s really good and really easy.
In case you haven't noticed, my name is Anne, but in RL it's pronounced Annie. At this moment in time I happen to be 21 years old. Herein you will find: The rants, rambles, and otherwise uninteresting happenings in the life of...well, ME, you might say. 

