Help! I can't cook!

As some of you know, I cannot cook very well. I come from a family where having a good meal means ordering out. But now that I've been out of the mother's house for a few months, it's time to learn to cook. I have recently mastered hamburger helper (although I still have some issues with it) and need to branch out to other things.

And so now I need some help here.. I need some SIMPLE dinner recipe ideas, preferably low fat/carb (the dude's trying to lose a few pounds) and don't take all day to make. Any contributions would be greatly appreciated.

One week til the Tool concert. Can't wait!

Ass Crack Friday

Today I came up with the brilliant idea of counting the number of ass cracks I saw while out and about.. after all, there ARE a lot of them wandering around.

Between the rapper wannabes and guys who just don't know how to find the right fit, I counted twelve in two hours.

SHOWING YOUR ASS DOES NOT MAKE YOU STYLISH. IT SHOWS OFF YOUR INABILITY TO DRESS YOURSELF.

My god, this irks me.

Don't get me wrong.. I like baggy pants. But it's pretty rediculous when the crotch hangs down to your knees.

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Uh oh, I did another quiz.. and it shows that I'm an attention whore. If you've got the time, you should try it out too.

If I Were a Blog Component,
I would be the COMMENTS TAG.
I like socializing and sharing my thoughts and feelings. Which Blog Component Are You?
Take This Blog Quiz at About Web Logs!

Because I have nothing better to do..

I'm bored and don't have anything in particular to blog about, so I occupied myself with a quiz.

Which Irish Goddess Are You? (awesome pics)

You are Eriu, a goddess of sovereignty and the personification of Ireland! You, through a ritual as old as time, confirm and establish the kingship of your beloved country. Yay for you. If you arent Irish you wish you were.
Take this quiz!

Eeew.. dog breath.

My ten-year-old sister is spending the night at my apartment all week since my grandparents are out of town and can't watch her while my mom is at work.

Since I don't have an extra bed for her to sleep in, she's staying on the couch.. with the dog. Please take pity on this poor soul.

My dog, Sharpie, is at least ten times worse than any attention whore I have ever known. She has to be in your face 24/7, and she acts very much like a small child. If we go out for a long time and she gets bored or lonely, Sharpie will find a way to turn the house into a garbage dump, whether it be ripping up toilet paper, a pack of cigarettes, cotton swabs from the trash, etc. I think it has something to do with being a mix of black lab and pitbull.

I have a feeling Katelyn won't be getting much sleep tonight.

Another long weekend.

11 hours on the road and 2 days on my feet.. wearing heeled sandals. Need I really say more?

I wish I'd brought my comfy black boots instead.

I'm an idiot.. again.

Here I am, blogging again. Just thought I'd share a story from the first day of my career as a stalker.

I went to the store this afternoon to pick up some toothpaste and soda- cruised through the parking lot with the windows down and singing loudly to some heavy music, ran around the store with my weapon of choice.. I mean shopping cart, drummed a total of six songs on the cart while waiting in the rediculous checkout line, finally got the hell out of there, and took off down the road.

While driving slower than an old lady down the road, I ate my Twizzlers and returned a text message. (Kids, I am a bad influence. Please do not attempt to pull my stunts.)

Then this black Jetta pulled out in front of me and I was pretty sure it was this dude I know named Eric. He lives down the road from me and you can read his blog here.

And so I proceeded to follow him down the road, through two towns. (It was on my way home, so it's not like I'm a complete weirdo.) This dude drove like a maniac down the road, and I had to try pretty hard to keep up with him without screwing up and getting pulled over.

The more I followed, the more I thought it was him. Then a few blocks from my house, he made a left turn.. he was supposed to drive past my house. This is when I came to the conclusion that it wasn't him. God, I'm such an idiot following some dude for two miles, only to find that I was chasing the wrong guy.

Dude, if you ever find this post, I'm sorry.

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Another thing I've noticed lately.. The cashiers at Walmart are all slow. What the hell happened to those polite, speedy people? I swear they've all been replaced by rude mentally challenged people. I want to say something so badly, but I keep my mouth shut. No sense in becoming the asshole. But damn, I really want to chew out the person who is hiring these guys and giving them jobs that require promptness and people skills.

Have I annoyed you yet?

If the bright colors and numerous moving objects haven't made your mind explode yet, I don't know what will. You are one brave soul to keep reading this blog.

Things are slowly starting to look better now, although I still don't have a job.. I will soon. Hopefully.

I've received several emails about the last couple of posts from people reading this blog. You are so kind, and I don't know how I can thank you enough for the time you set aside to send such comforting messages.

I'm feeling creative again too (oh no!) so expect to find all sorts of weird pictures and stuff soon.

Also, if you want to trade links with me to get more traffic to your blog (I get 200+ hits a day), don't hesitate to email me. I will not link to blogs that promote pornography, hate, racism, etc. IT'S ALL ABOUT THE LOVE, GUYS!

I may update again tonight at my usual blogging time.. we'll see.

But for now, I need to get myself in the shower and then out to the store to pick up some stuff for the dude and I. And maybe the dog, too. She's been awefully antsy since she lost her rope toy.