Two nights ago I was rescued by pasta roni for dinner. I love pasta roni. But when I'm in training for a marathon boxed, processed foods is nearly the last thing I should be eating. But I had no energy and no idea for dinner, so it came in handy.

The next morning though I got up early so I could put the roasts into the crock pot. This time I had planned. Italian Roast via slow cooker. Served with mashed potatoes made with cream. Ah, does the cream ever add a delicious flavor that will make you never want to eat them another way. My first time trying them made that way and I sold my soul to never eat them another way. That whole meal was wonderful. Meat and potatoes.

Since the roasts made so much meat we used it again tonight. Stuffed philly cheese steaks. French bread dough stuffed with beef, peppers, onions, mushrooms and cheese. Baked till golden brown. Hmmm. Mine needed more cheese. Next time. I served it fries, waffle cut, and made a homemade fry sauce. Not too bad! I think I'll make fry sauce all the time now.

I love cooking. It's great. But every now and then I love pasta roni.
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We're friends? Acquaintances, maybe?

Within the span of 36 hours I came across two instances of whether someone was a friend or an acquaintance. Which led to me thinking...do I make long lasting friendships or just of the moment acquaintances?

If you were to take a look at my social life at this given time you'd see it consists of my family and several co-workers. Now I do consider these folks to be friends. I want to do stuff with them. When I think of an activity I want to do, an event I'd like to attend or a restaurant I'd like to eat at my first thoughts go to these people. Maybe they'd like to try it. We can try it together. Do they only come to my mind because I spend the most time with them, physically and verbally. (Is texting considered verbal?)

I could list several upon several instances of people I either went to school with or worked alongside of that I would spend plenty of time with and considered a friend that now, not being in school or working with, that I hardly, if ever, hear from again.

When I was a young child I can remember a fight that occurred between myself and my two best friends. We got over it and made up, because of pair of jelly sandals, and our good times forged ahead. My parents then got divorced and I can honestly say I never had what I would consider a best friend again. Of those two best friends, I haven't heard from one of them since elementary school. The second one I reconnected with briefly in High School and then again via facebook.

In Jr High I made several friends and can fondly remember our times using the words stoopid and phat. But when high school came they went to Bountiful High and I went to Woods Cross. We tried to stay in touch and I even sluffed my school to go to their seminary class. Brother Southwick if I recall correctly. And I was a home schooled cousin visiting for the week. But eventually we grew apart.

There is gag that my only friends are ones from work. I will admit at first I was embarrassed about it. I've thought about it quite thoroughly and intently and have yet to make my mind up. I'm not embarrassed anymore about it because some work friends are my most favorite. But I question why I couldn't keep a friendship? Do I need the closeness? Some people are friends and only chat or see each other a few times a year. Why can't I? Why didn't I maintain contact with those where it was lost? I don't remember those little, yet hugely effective, details. I guess the most important part is I remember the fun times we had.

I would never want to forgot those.
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A dish best served cold

I tore an icicle from the side of the Sizzler building tonight. It was rather large. Upon holding the icicle I thought "wow, this would make a great spear." So I threw caution to wind and yelled out to my father, who was quite a distance away, to watch out. I hurled the icicle into the air and it flopped down barely halfway between myself and my father. Ice is hard to throw.

The great thing about holding the icicle though was revenge. Which I exacted onto my 9 year old nephew by placing my bare frigidly cold hand under his shirt and onto his warm bare back. Hahahahahahaha! Revenge is sweet.
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My sister has it so together...

Here is the clutter that is my life...

My trunk

Hundreds, if not thousands, of items. Most is not mine. But they are in my possession so therefor it is my clutter.

Here is her organization....

Her freezer

Nice and tidy. Prim and proper. Q's and P's minded. I'm jealous, aren't you?

Flashing. But not that kind.

I'll wait while you get your mind out of the gutter.

I mean flashing your headlights. Why do people flash their headlights at you?

My first thought is they are notifying you that a headlight is out. My second is that they are notifying you that a cop lies ahead. My third thought is they are just being rude and want to flash them at all the more people they can.

So in a week, the first time I get flashed I pull into my driveway and check my lights. They are both a-okay. 100% good. Then the second time, within a week, I look for a cop. Nuthin, nada, zilch. Maybe now my lights are out. Nope, still working 2 beams. So the 3rd time in a week that I get flashed, I curse humanity and it's insane ways of working.
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Grrrrr to Pictures!

I know the name of this blog is Pictures on the Go but lately, the pictures I take just upset me.

I am not positive as to the reason. I believe it is just that my blackberry seems to be taking some pretty awful pictures. I try low light. I try flashing. Nothing seems to produce a good picture right now.

**side note AND completely off topic! but does anyone else notice that they PAINT Mel B. aka Scary Spice into her dresses on Dance Your Ass Off? Anyone?**

My sister and I were talking about new phones and I will definitely look into one that has a much better camera. Plus I want one that has better options. My last phone has the function to change to b&w, sepia or other color tones.(Refer to, one of my first posts, the Dr. Purple picture.) I miss that!

I realize though that if I want good pictures I should just really buy a camera. And I plan on it. Just after I buy new runnings shoes, a new watch, perhaps a tv, key less entry, new pots and so many more things.
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Second guesses

I'm a second guesser. In everything. Or mostly. Sometimes it can come in handy and be useful or other times it can be a big hindrance.

Today, it was the latter. I stand by my decision though. I could've sought input from others but I wanted to move on. When I've waited it just seems less pertinent and/or usually more complicated.

My second guessing usually comes into play when I want to research. Either to be more knowledgeable or be covered legally. In todays age I worry a lot about legal issues. But it also occurs when I'm out eating. I waver between menu choices constantly. I most definitely have entree envy about 85% of the time when I go out.

At the age of 30 I've started to realize I cannot wait and inquire of others opinions. I need to make the best informed decision I can. In the end there is just myself and my mind with my decisions. If I can't trust me then I'm in a world of hurt. Or maybe I could just order 2 entrees?

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