Guess what I had for dinner last night? No. No. Nope. No. No. YUP! English muffin, toasted, half with butter and the other half with peanut butter and sugar, topped off with a glass of grape juice. I had half an Italian combo hero at lunch. I didn’t even make you guess that!
So, what I didn’t have for dinner last night is something my stepdad made this weekend that was so freaking incredible I need to share the recipe with you. It’s:
Barbecued Meat Loaf in the Slow Cooker
1 lb ground chuck
1 lb ground sausage
1/2 cup oats
1/2 cup dry bread crumbs
2 T non-fat dry milk
1/2 cup water
1/2 cup Sweet Baby Ray’s (not hickory, just regular)
2 eggs
1 t salt
1/4 t pepper
1 small onion chopped
6 potatoes, (peeled if you like,) cut up
In a large bowl mix all ingredients except potatoes. Shape meat mixture into a loaf. Place potatoes in bottom of Crock-Pot. Top potatoes with meat loaf. Cover and cook on low for 8 to 10 hours (high for 4 to 6 hours).
Makes 6 servings.
A couple weeks ago I agreed to participate in a Secret Santa program at work. Yesterday I got to choose my “Dear Santa” letter. I looked through the letters quickly, then saw one and started jumping up and down. “I want THAT one!!!!!!” A 4-year-old boy I have affectionately nicknamed Bou-Bou asked for this:
It’s the Transformers Animated Supreme Roll Out Command Optimus Prime. He also asked for something more age appropriate, but I like the idea that he can grow with this. A Transformer is good until he’s at least 10!
I had a very odd day head-wise yesterday. I tweeted about it:
1. Half a step off today. Nothing’s quite right. Maybe the E train will correct the day…
2. The E train and a good book auto-corrected my day. :)
3. I guess my half step off is still in effect. I feel like I’m following an alternate timeline today.
I didn’t really have any clue why I was sad. I tried calling Dawg after work to let him know I was on my way home but he didn’t answer so instead of leaving a message I just hung up and moped to the subway. I noticed at the subway tunnel that Dawg had called but I couldn’t get a signal in the stairwell and I heard the train coming so I went down. I got a seat on the E train! And then I read a book all the way until my transfer. When I got off the train I called Dawg and was pleasantly surprised to find out he was home already, considering he had said at lunchtime that he was going to have a late night. When I got home I was happy to see him but my sadness deepened. I couldn’t put my finger on it… so Dawg worked his magic on me to suck the sadness out of my entire body and head. And then I realized I was probably sad because I had such a fantastic weekend with him and my mom and my stepdad and Sammy the cat that I was sad it was over. You know how that goes… So, I’m all better, but I’m expecting I will have random moments of sadness for quite a while. At least I understand the sadness.
When I came home there were actually two packages waiting for me. One was my other GIAC certification placard from 2006 (they just recently started offering placards for the certs they awarded before including the placards in the cost of the certification) and the other was a present from Dawg for St. Nicholas Day!!!!!!! It’s an awesome aluminum wallet:
I soooo cannot wait to use it today. 
Ok, I gotta go. You have yourself a great Tuesday. I’ll do my best to reciprocate.
Oh, one more thing:
It’s me and Sammy! Rest of Thanksgiving photos are at Dawg’s flickr stream.
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