Posts tagged tailgating
Giselle's Husband vs. Peyton's little brother.

I don't dislike cooking. Honestly, it's just not a priority. My stomach is 110 percent satisfied after a PB&J or a chilled bowl of cereal. However, with the recent addition of a new roommate  - a Giselle's Husband vs. Peyton's Little Brother party was in full effect. Sunday rolled around quickly, and by 9 a.m. I'd given a friend a ride to Will Rogers, made a trip to the grocery and made my bed. If you're not a believer in miracles, you should be.

I picked up the last pork shoulders from one of the five grocery options in a mile-radius of the urban casa. I used the Oklahoma Pork Council's State Fair Rub, before tossing the pork-goodness into the crockpot.

*If you're in the 405 you can pick up the rub at Wheeler's Meat Market on SE 44th.

Setting the Crock Pot on low, I left for church, cleaned the floors, took a nap and still had time to spare before guests arrived.

Before serving, I checked to make sure the internal temperature reached 145 degrees F, which it did :-)

Looks good, doesn't it?

It's like I surprised you and channelled my inter domestic-ness {or something}.

Hope you had fun cheering for the commercials! If we're being honest, that's the only reason I agreed to having this little shindig!

Employer: none. {For today.}

Today, I’m unemployed. Technically. For the first time in since I was 15, for an entire work day, I cannot list an employer.

Yesterday I had a job, Tuesday I will start a new one – but today, this weekend – I’m nothing by a lay-by-the pool, wear my orange to Stillwater, unemployed citizen.

It’s wonderful.

How I got my start in the earning-a-paycheck-world. I got my first job when my friend Mykie asked if I would cover her shift at our hometown diner. My dad dropped me off and I learned to take orders and make nice with the coffee crowd. When my boss made an appearance, I introduced myself and told him I was the “new girl.”

Only in a small town can you skip the application, interview and meeting your boss before you tackle the lunch crowd.

This is where I first learned to juggle life obligations.

School. Basketball practice. Homework. Caring for livestock. That boy who drove the orange muscle car.

So excuse me if I lay by the pool and soak up a few cancer rays before I tackle the land of glitter, tailgating and magic.

Today, I’m going to lay here and rationalize which of the 48 uni combinations my Cowboys will be wearing tomorrow.