Monday, April 24, 2006

Name that dish!

This is something I kind of threw together over the weekend, and I want to name it but I have no idea what to call it. Can you help? Suggestions in the comments, please.

2 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
1 jar Safeway Select Peach Pineapple Salsa
1 can frijoles negro
1 cup brown rice

Make rice according to package directions, stopping the cooking a little short of done.
Cut the chicken into bite-sized pieces. Saute over medium high to high heat in a deep pan in a little olive oil with salt and pepper until starting to get golden. The centers will still be pink, that's ok.
Dump in the salsa, the beans, and the rice. Stir to combine. Lower heat to medium low, cover and simmer until chicken is cooked through and the rice has absorbed the flavors from the salsa and beans.

That's it. I have no idea what to call it. It's really, really yummy, though. I even ate it for breakfast yesterday!

BTW, apologies for being so absent. I've been bumped up from the second on a huge case to being in charge of it, and it's consuming all that procrastination time that I used to use to blog!

Monday, April 17, 2006

. . . One Step Back

Isn't it funny how when things are going along swimmingly in almost every aspect of life, there comes that day when the adage comes true? You know, the one about "two steps forward, one step back?" Yeah, well, that's this weekend and even into today.

Work is going great blazes. I'm really busy, and have started making a reputation for myself as an excellent proofreader and citechecker, to the point where my services (as such) are being requested by certain very particular attorneys. A couple of attorneys have also found out that I have research skills far beyond what paralegals usually have, and have begun assigning me research projects that they would normally give to a law clerk or new associate. After the last few years of being a pretty crap employee, this really feels wonderful. So why then do I find it almost impossible to drag myself into work today? I have already called in sick (actually true, see below) with back trouble and will call back in a little while to have them e-mail me the big important document I'm supposed to be proofing this week so I can work on it here.

Then there's my back. It has been steadily improving, but over the weekend, I think I just did too much and it's incredibly painful this morning. Six weeks ago when I first hurt it, I dragged my hunchback Quasimodo ass into work anyway, even if I had to walk bent over. Today? Not a chance. I could, but I'm not.

And this last paycheck was the first one where I could actually start putting away significant amounts in savings. But what did I do? I went crazed on shopping instead. Aaarrrggghhhhh. I still paid my bills and all that stuff, went grocery shopping, put money on my Smartrip card for work transport, but . . .

At least I did one responsible thing and took Buca to the vet. The ungrateful sod didn't appreciate the vast amount of money I spent on him either and completely ignored me for the rest of Saturday. And I am a bit worried now. I knew he had a slight heart murmur, but it may have gotten more pronounced. He's lost a significant amount of weight, but he's still over 10 lbs, so not sure how much that is normal. He may be becoming hyperthyroid. He also may have an abscess or growth in his mouth, which can't be known until he is sedated and x-rayed, which of course is complicated what with the heart murmur. Worry, worry, worry. I'm a very scared cat-dog mom right now. I just can't lose him right now, can't imagine it happening ever, really. There are just certain pets that are truly once-in-a-lifetime pets, and Buca always has been, since Day One.

Ah, well, at least I have some fabulous new clothes and shoes. And that always makes me happy.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Something doesn't add up here

You know, I realized yesterday that something was very wrong with my life. Seriously wrong. Something that could very well affect the outcome of my future happiness and my legacy.

I mean, how am I supposed to be a Crazy Old Cat Lady with only one cat?!

BTW, there were apparently no google or blogger searches regarding my ass since my last post. Where's the love, people? I happen to have a very nice ass, even if it is expanding. There's just more to love now! At least, that's what the guys in my 'hood tell me.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

The Incredible Expanding Ass

Have you ever walked down the street and felt your ass actually expanding? No? Just me, then? Damn. Because that's what it felt like last night on the way home. There it was, the Incredible Expanding Ass had apparently attached itself to me and was blowing up like a balloon ass in a cartoon while I was walking from the Metro to the grocery store.

So, with a bit less than 8 weeks to go until my vacation, the game is on! This game is called, How to Melt the Incredible Expanding Ass. Hopefully it will be helped by some meds that my doc gave me for my completely out of whack hormones. And no more candy, no more sweets, no more White Food. Sauces, out. Because this is just fucking ridiculous. This is what happens when you indulge yourself constantly. All of those "just one piece of candy/cake/pie/bread", well, it all goes on the Incredible Expanding Ass. Which has to go. Because I can't afford new clothes.

But if I do buy new clothes, it's a damn good thing they don't charge by the yard.

PS - thanks for the kind comments about Shelby. I know it was the right and only thing to do, but that doesn't make it any easier. The right thing is often the hardest thing to do. On the other hand, it gave me the right to make people I don't like feel bad. "Oh, Y, how was your weekend?" "Well, Dumbass, I had to have my cat killed, so it kind of sucked ass." "Wow, Y, I'm so sorry" as they slink off. I am truly evil.

PPS - I just counted and I used "ass" 8 times in this post. Nine times now. Can't wait for the google hits on that one. Tee hee.