Yippee Ki-Yay, Mister Falcon
All the hype over the UFC fight and what happens, Junior dos Santos knocks out Cain Velasquez in so little time that I still got to see John McClane light the streaming gas and spout his famous catchphrase (of course, it was with the infamous "Mister Falcon" voice-over, maybe the worst voice-over in history).
Looks like Jimmie Johnson is not going to get yet another Cup. Carl or Tony, either one winning, would be fine with me. I kind of root for Smoke when Jeff Gordon is not in contention most races anyhow. I do want Jeff to take the #24 to victory today just to see if the slack-jawed yahoos that showered him with trash here in the past will treat him right this time. Of course, the weather, here in the dry ass desert, is rainy. I think that NASCAR races attract rain. Has to be.
I finally nailed the 13-bean mix in the crockpot. After trying to get fancy before, this time I kept it simple and soaked two cups of beans overnight. Then with fresh water and a bit of chicken stock I only added a bit of Mrs. Dash and a couple teaspoons of Pickapeppa sauce. I let them cook for 3 hours on high in the crock, then turned it to low and let them simmer away for a few more hours and they were perfect.
Survivor is winding down quite well. Ozzy keeps showing what a prima donna he is, Coach is surprisingly palatable and smart about his game this season, and the stronger tribe will soon need to start eating their own. I love this stuff.
Stuck on the diet. Have not put the weight back on, but am not losing anymore. I have also still not found a truly enjoyable diet soda. I found the Coke Zero had just a bit more aftertaste than I thought it would and the Diet Mountain Dew was no better. Oh well, I guess I just need to do the unthinkable, drink more water.
Looks like Jimmie Johnson is not going to get yet another Cup. Carl or Tony, either one winning, would be fine with me. I kind of root for Smoke when Jeff Gordon is not in contention most races anyhow. I do want Jeff to take the #24 to victory today just to see if the slack-jawed yahoos that showered him with trash here in the past will treat him right this time. Of course, the weather, here in the dry ass desert, is rainy. I think that NASCAR races attract rain. Has to be.
I finally nailed the 13-bean mix in the crockpot. After trying to get fancy before, this time I kept it simple and soaked two cups of beans overnight. Then with fresh water and a bit of chicken stock I only added a bit of Mrs. Dash and a couple teaspoons of Pickapeppa sauce. I let them cook for 3 hours on high in the crock, then turned it to low and let them simmer away for a few more hours and they were perfect.
Survivor is winding down quite well. Ozzy keeps showing what a prima donna he is, Coach is surprisingly palatable and smart about his game this season, and the stronger tribe will soon need to start eating their own. I love this stuff.
Stuck on the diet. Have not put the weight back on, but am not losing anymore. I have also still not found a truly enjoyable diet soda. I found the Coke Zero had just a bit more aftertaste than I thought it would and the Diet Mountain Dew was no better. Oh well, I guess I just need to do the unthinkable, drink more water.