4 pork chops, 3/4 inch thick
1 onion, sliced
2 red apples, sliced
2 Tablespoons of Balsamic vinagrette dressing
1 teaspoon of dried thyme leaves
2c. sliced mushrooms
1 1/2c. white minute rice (uncooked)
10 1/2oz. chicken broth
broth can of water
Cook pork in large sauce pan sprayed with non-stick cooking spray until brown on both sides
add onions, mushrooms and dressing, cook for about 5 minutes
Add apples, broth, water, rice, thyme and stir until cooked through.
Made that last night for my roommates. It's from the Food &Family Magazine that I mentioned below. Was good stuff.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
...As A Cucumber, Baby!
So I was working yesterday, typical Friday, cashing checks, being nice, having little old ladies tell me they just love my hair, etc. So a guy comes in to cash a check. I take down his current address, copy down his driver's license number and put the information into our computer. Red flag on the account. Account is closed. I check the messages on the account they say "Account is closed, she is deceased." Yeah, this guy is cashing a dead lady's check.
I call over my supervisor, point out the message and such, so she tells the guy that funds are not available and she'll have to talk to bookkeeping. She heads back to them and so he and I stand there and wait. We're getting our roof redone at the bank and the guys working on it are very loud. He asked what it was and I told him, then I talked to him about how the celing had poured down water in the manager's office. We talked about Russia resuming their strategic bomber patrols, going near Guam, England and Norway. We both found that amusing and awesome. At one point he asked if they were running the check through the NSA, mentioned that if there weren't funds he'd just not give them the car he was selling them, that the girl he got it from had mentioned that the may need to transfer it from savings, etc. All the while I'm memorizing his appearance, wondering if I can reproduce the tattoo on his neck, etc. I kept him talking for a good 5 minutes, helped a couple other customers, and finally through the front door comes Patty, the head of our mortgage loans with her husband, bodyguard for the mayor and former police officer, and their daughter, who is a uniformed, if off duty, police officer.
My supervisor, while back in bookkeeping, was talking to them about this forged check, calling 911, making copies of the check and his ID, calling Patty, stressing out, trying to get people to hurry because she was afraid the guy was going to bolt, etc.
The off-duty officer is talking to the guy in the conference room, someone from bookkeeping went out with Patty's husband John to get his accomplice to come in and answer some questions. Over the course of the next hour we had 4 more officers, people writing reports, people getting information, customers coming in and out, people asking information about what was happening that we can't give, etc.
They marched him and his accomplice, a 17 year old girl, out in handcuffs. Everyone at the branch were amazed that I was able to stall and keep him there the whole time. The bookkeepers were wondering if I should keep an eye out over my shoulder for that guy coming after me. I told them not to worry, I have swords at home. It was a pretty exciting Friday.
And, I rock.
I call over my supervisor, point out the message and such, so she tells the guy that funds are not available and she'll have to talk to bookkeeping. She heads back to them and so he and I stand there and wait. We're getting our roof redone at the bank and the guys working on it are very loud. He asked what it was and I told him, then I talked to him about how the celing had poured down water in the manager's office. We talked about Russia resuming their strategic bomber patrols, going near Guam, England and Norway. We both found that amusing and awesome. At one point he asked if they were running the check through the NSA, mentioned that if there weren't funds he'd just not give them the car he was selling them, that the girl he got it from had mentioned that the may need to transfer it from savings, etc. All the while I'm memorizing his appearance, wondering if I can reproduce the tattoo on his neck, etc. I kept him talking for a good 5 minutes, helped a couple other customers, and finally through the front door comes Patty, the head of our mortgage loans with her husband, bodyguard for the mayor and former police officer, and their daughter, who is a uniformed, if off duty, police officer.
My supervisor, while back in bookkeeping, was talking to them about this forged check, calling 911, making copies of the check and his ID, calling Patty, stressing out, trying to get people to hurry because she was afraid the guy was going to bolt, etc.
The off-duty officer is talking to the guy in the conference room, someone from bookkeeping went out with Patty's husband John to get his accomplice to come in and answer some questions. Over the course of the next hour we had 4 more officers, people writing reports, people getting information, customers coming in and out, people asking information about what was happening that we can't give, etc.
They marched him and his accomplice, a 17 year old girl, out in handcuffs. Everyone at the branch were amazed that I was able to stall and keep him there the whole time. The bookkeepers were wondering if I should keep an eye out over my shoulder for that guy coming after me. I told them not to worry, I have swords at home. It was a pretty exciting Friday.
And, I rock.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I oppose the administration giving Martian-Americans the right to vote!
What's that you say? "You're crazy, Jeff, Bush has no plans to give Martian-Americans the franchise?" I say it does not matter if there is intent, I must send a letter to the president, alert the media that I have done so, and oppose this idea!
Rediculous, right? Similar things are happening. http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/ Reports Obama and Clinton opposing the military draft and letting the Bush administration know about it. Bush supports an all volunteer army, has no intent to institute a draft, but by god, the Democrats are going to let us know that they oppose the mythical draft that likely doesn't exist. Good on them for it, too! I take comfort in the fact that all non-existant doctrine will be opposed by the Democrats! Nice job upholding the checks and balances, folks!
Not that I'm a staunch Republican, but crap doctrine is crap doctrine. Wish I could make news by tilting against windmills.
Rediculous, right? Similar things are happening. http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/ Reports Obama and Clinton opposing the military draft and letting the Bush administration know about it. Bush supports an all volunteer army, has no intent to institute a draft, but by god, the Democrats are going to let us know that they oppose the mythical draft that likely doesn't exist. Good on them for it, too! I take comfort in the fact that all non-existant doctrine will be opposed by the Democrats! Nice job upholding the checks and balances, folks!
Not that I'm a staunch Republican, but crap doctrine is crap doctrine. Wish I could make news by tilting against windmills.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Best. Magazine. Ever
This weekend I was up in NW Iowa visiting my maternal grandmother and that side of the family. Saturday we met up at my favorite Aunt Joyce's house and the ladies were swapping recipies. My favorite Aunt Lori (let me explain. Mom has three sisters. There's my favorite Aunt Joyce and my favorite Aunt Lori and my Aunt Esther) had a magazine from Kraft called... Food & Family, I believe. I know there was assonance and an ampersand (ooo, look, aliteration). But it's this magazine they put out seasonally, and it's FREE. Appeals to my half-Dutch nearly-impoverished heart. It's filled with lots of simple recipies that look stinkin' good. Even the ads had recipies on them. I signed myself and my mother up for it. Lori let me keep four of them, which I promptly left in my parents' SUV. Anyway, check out www.kraftfoods.com/share to sign up. Worth every penny you don't pay, I promise.
It was a good weekend. And my cousin's 7 month old daughter is very cute, content and only spit up on my twice. Got to hold her twice as well... I'm sure there's not a connection there... 'twas a good weekend. What does one call his cousin's daughter?
Death Jeth
It was a good weekend. And my cousin's 7 month old daughter is very cute, content and only spit up on my twice. Got to hold her twice as well... I'm sure there's not a connection there... 'twas a good weekend. What does one call his cousin's daughter?
Death Jeth
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Spoiler alert! It's the newspaper!
WARNING: THIS BLOG CONTAINS NO SPOILERS!
Friday night comes. The long-awaited book is for sale. The book we've been waiting for before we knew there would even be a second book. Harry Potter number 7, the final installment.
I grab my copy, start reading it Saturday morning until 3, then at work from 8 until noon. I read. I put it down, digesting what I've read, savoring the experience. Sunday (yeah, the day after) I hear the local paper has released what happened. Apparently it's upside down and backwards, necessitating reading it in a mirror, but it's still there. Annoying, but at least I can ignore it.
Tuesday, I'm still reading, still enjoying. I'm pretty sure what's going to end up happening, but still savoring the moment when I read it for myself. I walk down from the bank to Arby's, order my food and wait for it standing at the counter, book open and reading, clearly NOT finished with the book. The guy behind the counter says, "Psst! He..." and I'm not going to tell you that part. Then he makes an "it's nothing" gesture and says, "It was in the paper."
Honestly, I'm shocked that I didn't snap on him. But in actuality, it's not the fault of him entirely. Granted, he was a butthead (can I say butthead on here? I can say butthead? Ok, good) but the fault lies with the papers. Printing the end of a series of books some of us have been reading for 7 years.
They did this with what happened to Captain America (still not spoiling anything) and what Spiderman did (hey, I promised no spoilers). Movie reviewers don't give out the endings to movies, why do book reviewers feel the need to spoil what could be weeks in the reading? It's just impolite and almost cruel. It needs ta stop.
/endrant
Friday night comes. The long-awaited book is for sale. The book we've been waiting for before we knew there would even be a second book. Harry Potter number 7, the final installment.
I grab my copy, start reading it Saturday morning until 3, then at work from 8 until noon. I read. I put it down, digesting what I've read, savoring the experience. Sunday (yeah, the day after) I hear the local paper has released what happened. Apparently it's upside down and backwards, necessitating reading it in a mirror, but it's still there. Annoying, but at least I can ignore it.
Tuesday, I'm still reading, still enjoying. I'm pretty sure what's going to end up happening, but still savoring the moment when I read it for myself. I walk down from the bank to Arby's, order my food and wait for it standing at the counter, book open and reading, clearly NOT finished with the book. The guy behind the counter says, "Psst! He..." and I'm not going to tell you that part. Then he makes an "it's nothing" gesture and says, "It was in the paper."
Honestly, I'm shocked that I didn't snap on him. But in actuality, it's not the fault of him entirely. Granted, he was a butthead (can I say butthead on here? I can say butthead? Ok, good) but the fault lies with the papers. Printing the end of a series of books some of us have been reading for 7 years.
They did this with what happened to Captain America (still not spoiling anything) and what Spiderman did (hey, I promised no spoilers). Movie reviewers don't give out the endings to movies, why do book reviewers feel the need to spoil what could be weeks in the reading? It's just impolite and almost cruel. It needs ta stop.
/endrant
Take that!
Ange told me I should do one of these, so here it is. Occasionally I have these random wandering (mostly) coherent thoughts. Perhaps I'll post them when I feel the gumption to do so.
Death Jeth
Death Jeth
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