I know this is going to be a long shot. I have posted on Facebook and Instagram to no avail (aside from a scammer), so hopefully by posting on my blog, that no one really reads, maybe, just maybe, I might get the help that I am needing.
Last September I started going to university part-time online at CapU. I have finally found my calling in life as a career and that calling is law. I am currently studying to become a Legal Administrative Assistant, and I eventually want to become a Paralegal. I am loving the course so far. With three semesters under my belt (and three to go), I am currently sitting at a 4.06GPA (4.33 is the highest) and have been on the Academic Honors Merit List for the past two semesters. My goal is to achieve Graduation with Distinction.
And now is where I need the help. Tuition is due on Aug 19. Normally, I would have my tuition saved up to pay for the coming semester. However, one of the wheel bearings on my car decided to seize while I was driving it, thus causing me to spend the money that I had saved for tuition on fixing my car. So now it is 12 days before tuition is due and I do not have the money to pay for it. I have started a GoFundMe for myself to see if I could get some help from my various circle of friends, but no one is helping. Here is a link to my page: https://www.gofundme.com/f/6r2nfp-tuition-for-semester
I don't want to have to drop out. I've been trying to sell stuff to make the tuition, including my motorcycle. Not having the money to pay my tuition has put me into a depression. I don't know what to do. My parents can't give me any money. I'm trying all that I can do to make the funds, but it isn't working. There is a huge roadblock in my future and I don't know how to get around it.
It sucks being the one that helps everyone else out, but the one time that I ask for help myself, I don't get it. I know that putting this on here is a long shot, as I rarely post and not many people read my blog, but I'm getting desperate.
Wednesday 7 August 2019
Wednesday 26 September 2018
MeToo
Hi everyone
To begin with, I'm just going to say that this is going to be a very somber posting. Also, if you're not into somber posts, please skip it. It will be one that is pretty much polar opposite of any of the postings that I have made before on this blog. Hopefully once I get this out of my system, I can continue healing from it.
As many of you are probably aware, earlier this year (or it may have been last year now) there was a MeToo movement. And I'll say right now, that I refuse to put the hashtag in front of that, as I am old school, and hashtag is also known as "pound" and having the movement be called "pound MeToo" is completely opposite of what the movement was about. If you don't know what MeToo is about, please google it. There, I even did it for you.
Before I got into my relationship with Justin, I was in a different relationship with, ironically, someone named Justin. For the remainder of this post, he will be referred to as F. If I ever talk about him in real life, I use his last name but I don't want to put that information out on the internet. I was in that relationship for 5 years. That was 5 years too long. It has been almost 9 years since I have left that relationship and I have only really started coming to terms with what happened in that relationship in the past year or two. With me coming to terms with it, I am also trying hard to work past what happened so that I can once again become the person that I was before F entered my life in a negative way.
I have known F since elementary school. I was horrible friend, as he also happens to be one of my friends ex's. We started dating during the summer that I was going into grade 12 (I think, I honestly cannot remember). One of the first things that happened in the relationship that should have been my signal to run away fast without looking back was the fact that early in our relationship he told me that if I ever broke up with him he would kill himself. The fact that he told me this while having the knife in his hand, was pretty convincing not to do it. I had already been thinking about breaking up with him anyways, because he had this stupid idea that he didn't want to be a virgin when he turned 18 (which would be in December). Being that I'm a nice person and I did not want to be the cause for him to kill himself, I did not break up with him. And also because of that, we ended up losing our virginity to each other, much to my dislike. I did not want to have sex. But with the fact that he would take his own life otherwise, I did not have a choice in my mind. It is never a good sign, when the female ends up crying after the first time.
So with the knowledge that he'd kill himself looming over me, we continued our relationship and he started controlling my life. I wasn't allowed to hang out with my friends (thankfully they still stuck around even though I pretty much vanished), he forced me to be involved with a blatant MLM (I knew it was from the start, yet he wouldn't take no as an answer), he had our taxes done together and they were filled as "married" (we weren't even common-law at the time. Unfortunately, I discovered that too late to have it changed) and he decided that we needed to open up a joint chequing account then proceeded to take out a $5000 loan in our name, which he used on a "vacation" to Australia.
So, Australia. With "his" cash in hand, he decided that he wasn't getting any younger and that he wanted to take a one month "vacation" to Australia. Now, this trip to Australia did not involve me going with him. Nope, he was taking this trip by himself. The plan was for him to take "his" $5000 and spend a month traveling the coast of Australia, enjoying life, while I sat at home and worked. Well, the guy isn't the smarted tool in the shed. He ended up calling me on his layover in Hawaii (plane needed fuel) telling me that he lost his wallet...Awesome. Thankfully, they didn't switch planes at all, as low-and-behold, his wallet was between the seats the whole time. He also complained that he thought that he was getting deep-vein thrombosis (6 hour flight so far, pretty sure it doesn't set in that quickly). So he eventually gets to Australia, where he proceeds to blow the entire $5000 in a week and a half. At least he was smart enough to save enough to get home. When he gets home, he takes me to a hotel as he has a surprise for me. We get to the hotel and once in our room, he opens his suitcase and throws a necklace at me. Literally, he throws a necklace at me. Congratulations, we are now engaged. Yeah, he proposed by throwing a necklace at me. Still wish I had the courage to walk away...
Wedding plans are made. A dress is bought. And I have been spiraling downhill for quite sometime. Needless to say I am good at hiding my emotions. Also, my intake in alcohol has increased. A lot. Just the thought of him touching me would make me sick to my stomach. I tried to avoid having to do anything physical with him as much as I could (I had a lot of headaches). He didn't really notice my increase in drinking, as at this time, along with living with me, he also had a place in New West that he shared with people. He had started his own tiling company and had been hired on to tile the skytrain station (which one, I have no clue now). So instead of commuting, he rented a room. I was just happy that he was away from me, although I'm pretty sure that he was sleeping with one of the girls that also lived in the suite. I tried to ask him about that, but he didn't answer my question (she was a ginger, and I asked him if he knew if it was natural or not). It was about this time that I had started doing some freelance work with a friend and ended up talking to this guy from Florida. Yes, I was attracted to him, however I was able to talk to him about what was going on and was able to get an outsiders view of what was happening. So with his words in my mind, and after talking to my mom a bit (although she doesn't know what really went on), I decided to grow a pair of gonads and break up with him. F, of course, blamed it on Florida and that I wanted to sleep with him. I told him, no, I had been feeling this way for a while and talking to Florida had just confirmed it. And with that I left. He insisted that I help pay back the $5000 for his trip to Australia. I didn't have the money to, but did what I could. As long as it got him out of my hair.
One of the first things that I did after I left him was got a tattoo of a hibiscus. He had said that I could never get a tattoo as long as he was around, so that was one of my defying moments. I now have 4 tattoos, with a 5th one in the design stage. After the final payment to the joint account loan, I blocked him on Facebook and have never looked back. All I know is that he lives in Saskatchewan now. No idea where, or what he is doing. And quite honestly, I couldn't care less. He can go ruin someone else's life now.
It has been a long and hard 9 years since I was able to get him out of my life. No one, not even Justin, knows exactly what happened in that relationship. They know bits and pieces, but I have never fully come out and talked about it. With the incident at the tool store, people kept referring to him as "my high school sweetheart." I hated it when they would say that, and even asked them to stop, which did not happen. He was in no way, shape or form a sweetheart. The main reason why I decided to write this out is because yesterday, Justin asked me why I now decided to go into the LAA program. I have always loved law. It was my favourite subject in school. But due to the toxicity of the relationship that I had been in, I could not go after my own dreams. Everything I did had to be to what F wanted. Not what I wanted.
It has taken 9 years for me to really start living again. It has taken 9 years for the pain and the hurt to start to subside. It has taken 9 years for me to even try to get my life back to what it was before F was in the pictures. I missed out on a lot in that total of 14 years that has been stolen from me because of F. And I'm only now just starting to get it back. There is no telling if I'll ever be able to get to where I really should be at this stage in my life. Needless to say, where I am now currently, was not where I had imagined myself being.
The road that we follow is not always paved for us, it can be paved by someone else. But if we can chip away at the materials that they laid down, we can eventually become back to our own paths, with our own paving. Or in my case, gravel. I am going to keep following my arrow on the path that I am currently on. Because my arrow will lead me to greatness, it is just a matter of time for me to get there.
To begin with, I'm just going to say that this is going to be a very somber posting. Also, if you're not into somber posts, please skip it. It will be one that is pretty much polar opposite of any of the postings that I have made before on this blog. Hopefully once I get this out of my system, I can continue healing from it.
As many of you are probably aware, earlier this year (or it may have been last year now) there was a MeToo movement. And I'll say right now, that I refuse to put the hashtag in front of that, as I am old school, and hashtag is also known as "pound" and having the movement be called "pound MeToo" is completely opposite of what the movement was about. If you don't know what MeToo is about, please google it. There, I even did it for you.
Before I got into my relationship with Justin, I was in a different relationship with, ironically, someone named Justin. For the remainder of this post, he will be referred to as F. If I ever talk about him in real life, I use his last name but I don't want to put that information out on the internet. I was in that relationship for 5 years. That was 5 years too long. It has been almost 9 years since I have left that relationship and I have only really started coming to terms with what happened in that relationship in the past year or two. With me coming to terms with it, I am also trying hard to work past what happened so that I can once again become the person that I was before F entered my life in a negative way.
I have known F since elementary school. I was horrible friend, as he also happens to be one of my friends ex's. We started dating during the summer that I was going into grade 12 (I think, I honestly cannot remember). One of the first things that happened in the relationship that should have been my signal to run away fast without looking back was the fact that early in our relationship he told me that if I ever broke up with him he would kill himself. The fact that he told me this while having the knife in his hand, was pretty convincing not to do it. I had already been thinking about breaking up with him anyways, because he had this stupid idea that he didn't want to be a virgin when he turned 18 (which would be in December). Being that I'm a nice person and I did not want to be the cause for him to kill himself, I did not break up with him. And also because of that, we ended up losing our virginity to each other, much to my dislike. I did not want to have sex. But with the fact that he would take his own life otherwise, I did not have a choice in my mind. It is never a good sign, when the female ends up crying after the first time.
So with the knowledge that he'd kill himself looming over me, we continued our relationship and he started controlling my life. I wasn't allowed to hang out with my friends (thankfully they still stuck around even though I pretty much vanished), he forced me to be involved with a blatant MLM (I knew it was from the start, yet he wouldn't take no as an answer), he had our taxes done together and they were filled as "married" (we weren't even common-law at the time. Unfortunately, I discovered that too late to have it changed) and he decided that we needed to open up a joint chequing account then proceeded to take out a $5000 loan in our name, which he used on a "vacation" to Australia.
So, Australia. With "his" cash in hand, he decided that he wasn't getting any younger and that he wanted to take a one month "vacation" to Australia. Now, this trip to Australia did not involve me going with him. Nope, he was taking this trip by himself. The plan was for him to take "his" $5000 and spend a month traveling the coast of Australia, enjoying life, while I sat at home and worked. Well, the guy isn't the smarted tool in the shed. He ended up calling me on his layover in Hawaii (plane needed fuel) telling me that he lost his wallet...Awesome. Thankfully, they didn't switch planes at all, as low-and-behold, his wallet was between the seats the whole time. He also complained that he thought that he was getting deep-vein thrombosis (6 hour flight so far, pretty sure it doesn't set in that quickly). So he eventually gets to Australia, where he proceeds to blow the entire $5000 in a week and a half. At least he was smart enough to save enough to get home. When he gets home, he takes me to a hotel as he has a surprise for me. We get to the hotel and once in our room, he opens his suitcase and throws a necklace at me. Literally, he throws a necklace at me. Congratulations, we are now engaged. Yeah, he proposed by throwing a necklace at me. Still wish I had the courage to walk away...
Wedding plans are made. A dress is bought. And I have been spiraling downhill for quite sometime. Needless to say I am good at hiding my emotions. Also, my intake in alcohol has increased. A lot. Just the thought of him touching me would make me sick to my stomach. I tried to avoid having to do anything physical with him as much as I could (I had a lot of headaches). He didn't really notice my increase in drinking, as at this time, along with living with me, he also had a place in New West that he shared with people. He had started his own tiling company and had been hired on to tile the skytrain station (which one, I have no clue now). So instead of commuting, he rented a room. I was just happy that he was away from me, although I'm pretty sure that he was sleeping with one of the girls that also lived in the suite. I tried to ask him about that, but he didn't answer my question (she was a ginger, and I asked him if he knew if it was natural or not). It was about this time that I had started doing some freelance work with a friend and ended up talking to this guy from Florida. Yes, I was attracted to him, however I was able to talk to him about what was going on and was able to get an outsiders view of what was happening. So with his words in my mind, and after talking to my mom a bit (although she doesn't know what really went on), I decided to grow a pair of gonads and break up with him. F, of course, blamed it on Florida and that I wanted to sleep with him. I told him, no, I had been feeling this way for a while and talking to Florida had just confirmed it. And with that I left. He insisted that I help pay back the $5000 for his trip to Australia. I didn't have the money to, but did what I could. As long as it got him out of my hair.
One of the first things that I did after I left him was got a tattoo of a hibiscus. He had said that I could never get a tattoo as long as he was around, so that was one of my defying moments. I now have 4 tattoos, with a 5th one in the design stage. After the final payment to the joint account loan, I blocked him on Facebook and have never looked back. All I know is that he lives in Saskatchewan now. No idea where, or what he is doing. And quite honestly, I couldn't care less. He can go ruin someone else's life now.
It has been a long and hard 9 years since I was able to get him out of my life. No one, not even Justin, knows exactly what happened in that relationship. They know bits and pieces, but I have never fully come out and talked about it. With the incident at the tool store, people kept referring to him as "my high school sweetheart." I hated it when they would say that, and even asked them to stop, which did not happen. He was in no way, shape or form a sweetheart. The main reason why I decided to write this out is because yesterday, Justin asked me why I now decided to go into the LAA program. I have always loved law. It was my favourite subject in school. But due to the toxicity of the relationship that I had been in, I could not go after my own dreams. Everything I did had to be to what F wanted. Not what I wanted.
It has taken 9 years for me to really start living again. It has taken 9 years for the pain and the hurt to start to subside. It has taken 9 years for me to even try to get my life back to what it was before F was in the pictures. I missed out on a lot in that total of 14 years that has been stolen from me because of F. And I'm only now just starting to get it back. There is no telling if I'll ever be able to get to where I really should be at this stage in my life. Needless to say, where I am now currently, was not where I had imagined myself being.
The road that we follow is not always paved for us, it can be paved by someone else. But if we can chip away at the materials that they laid down, we can eventually become back to our own paths, with our own paving. Or in my case, gravel. I am going to keep following my arrow on the path that I am currently on. Because my arrow will lead me to greatness, it is just a matter of time for me to get there.
Tuesday 21 August 2018
A Beginning, A Plan Of Action
Hello beautiful people of the internet!
September is upon us which means that school will be starting again for all the little kidlets that have been around all summer. This also means, that I too will be going back to school. Albeight it will be part time and online. I am pretty sure that I have mentioned in a previous post that I am doing an online course for the next two years to get my Legal Administrative Assistant Certificate. The plan after that will be to get my education to become a Paralegal. I still haven't decided if I want (or can with the way I'm doing my schooling) to end up getting my Bachelor of Law Studies - Paralegal. Which in my mind would be pretty skookum. Seeing as no one in my family, well except for my brother who went into trades, has any formal education after high school.
Along with the beginning of school, I also have a plan. See, although it is hard to tell in my photos, with my height, waist measurement and weight, I happen to fall into the obese category. So, one of my friends on Facebook has decided to start a 21 day challenge. This 21 day challenge is a no junk challenge. See rules below:
For the most part, it should be fairly easy I think, seeing as I currently don't drink pop or eat candy. The biggest challenges I see are the donuts, muffins, fast food and chips. Those will be my biggest obstacles. This challenge will be starting on Sept 1 and I will try to do an entry every day for the challenge to help keep me accountable. Also with the Facebook group, that should keep me accountable also.
And to push myself even further, during this challenge, I also want to throw in a 30 day *insert exercise here* challenge. The ones that I'm talking about are the ones that get increasingly harder every day. I have a bunch of them saved on my Pinterest page under Kill The Muffin (Top). So I will decide shortly which one I want to conquer.
Hopefully, you will continue to follow me on this journey. Seeing as my path seems to be splitting and converging in multiple places currently. Only time will tell as to where it all end up.
Until next time lovelies!
September is upon us which means that school will be starting again for all the little kidlets that have been around all summer. This also means, that I too will be going back to school. Albeight it will be part time and online. I am pretty sure that I have mentioned in a previous post that I am doing an online course for the next two years to get my Legal Administrative Assistant Certificate. The plan after that will be to get my education to become a Paralegal. I still haven't decided if I want (or can with the way I'm doing my schooling) to end up getting my Bachelor of Law Studies - Paralegal. Which in my mind would be pretty skookum. Seeing as no one in my family, well except for my brother who went into trades, has any formal education after high school.
Along with the beginning of school, I also have a plan. See, although it is hard to tell in my photos, with my height, waist measurement and weight, I happen to fall into the obese category. So, one of my friends on Facebook has decided to start a 21 day challenge. This 21 day challenge is a no junk challenge. See rules below:
For the most part, it should be fairly easy I think, seeing as I currently don't drink pop or eat candy. The biggest challenges I see are the donuts, muffins, fast food and chips. Those will be my biggest obstacles. This challenge will be starting on Sept 1 and I will try to do an entry every day for the challenge to help keep me accountable. Also with the Facebook group, that should keep me accountable also.
And to push myself even further, during this challenge, I also want to throw in a 30 day *insert exercise here* challenge. The ones that I'm talking about are the ones that get increasingly harder every day. I have a bunch of them saved on my Pinterest page under Kill The Muffin (Top). So I will decide shortly which one I want to conquer.
Hopefully, you will continue to follow me on this journey. Seeing as my path seems to be splitting and converging in multiple places currently. Only time will tell as to where it all end up.
Until next time lovelies!
Sunday 12 August 2018
New Endeavors
So in my last post, I mentioned that I bought myself a new DSLR camera and that I'm going to be showcasing my photos on this blog. Well, I have changed my mind just in a bit in that regard. Instead of showcasing my photos here, I'm going to be having a secoundary blog, as I going to start doing freelance work for my photography. My main focus will be events and outdoors. I am not interested in doing straight on portrait sessions (such as engagements, maternity, kids, wedding). I have never been the one to tell people to go into such and such pose. Having people in their natural states is more interesting, and only really having to tell people to pose when I ask them if I can take their photos. Photographing corporate events, sports, reunions and the like is more what I want to do.
If you are interested in checking out this new branch of my life, you can reach my photography blog here. At the time that I am making this post, I haven't done anything with the new blog as of yet, except create a simple page. Don't even have anything posted. Hopefully I will have some more on it in the coming week, as I already have one photo session that I want to showcase on there.
Hope you check out my new blog, and if you ever have an event that you would like photographed, please consider me.
If you are interested in checking out this new branch of my life, you can reach my photography blog here. At the time that I am making this post, I haven't done anything with the new blog as of yet, except create a simple page. Don't even have anything posted. Hopefully I will have some more on it in the coming week, as I already have one photo session that I want to showcase on there.
Hope you check out my new blog, and if you ever have an event that you would like photographed, please consider me.
Sunday 24 June 2018
TIme Goes By....
So 2018 is already half way over. How is that even possible? It only feels like we just celebrated Christmas. Now we are on to Canada Day and summertime. And like always, I'm back to only posting in this blog twice a year. Nothing new there, I see. Although I do happen to think often about posting on here, however nothing ever transpires from it.
Being that we are half way through the year, I'm going to do a recap on what has happened so far.
1 - Had another successful (haha) year at the tax place. Although being back this year, I realized again why I stopped working there in the first place. So this year, will definitely be the last year that I am there. It is too much of a headache, and in this year in particular, it wasn't worth my time. Majority of my time was spent on my phone, playing games and not helping clients.
2 - I bought a motorcycle! Specifically I bought a 2018 Honda CRF 250 Rally. Awesome fact about this bike (who will from this point on be referred to as Girlie). She has the limited edition black paint scheme, and her serial number is #1 in the edition. So that is pretty cool. I haven't put many km's on her yet. I have decided to take riding lessons, as I figured I'd get a better handle of how to ride it as opposed to having Justin teach me. He did try teaching me, but I ended up getting more frustrated than anything, which wasn't a good thing. Today, I passed the Motorcycle Skills Assessment (which removes the restriction of having someone supervise me while I ride). So in two weeks I will be doing the traffic portion, learning about riding in traffic. Then in mid-August I will be taking my motorcycle road test. So that gives me lots of time to practice between when I do the traffic course, to when I do my road test.
3 - In September, I will be going back to school part time (online) at Capilano University. I will be taking the Legal Administrative Assistant program. It's only been 14 years since I graduated high school. It is about time that I figured out what I want to do career wise. I am super excited for this program. It will take three years to complete (seeing as it is online and part time, as I will be continuing to work full time). Once I successfully complete this program, and have the grades, I can move onto their Paralegal position. Which I am also excited to do.
Other than those three big things, it has just been minor things. Competed in a couple archery tournaments (although we've really been slack on that lately), bought myself a new DSLR camera, went to Calgary to buy a new dirt bike (Mini Me) for Justin, been on a few fishing trips (some together, a couple solo ones), and have been working. Oh, and I also just completed my Occupational First Aid Level 2 for work. So I'm certified in that now.
I will attempt to try to post more here. I really want to start getting into photography more (hence the new camera) and I think here would be a good place to showcase my pictures. Although that would also require having more traffic come to the site. Otherwise I'm just doing it for my own enjoyment. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
Until next time, lovelies!!
Being that we are half way through the year, I'm going to do a recap on what has happened so far.
1 - Had another successful (haha) year at the tax place. Although being back this year, I realized again why I stopped working there in the first place. So this year, will definitely be the last year that I am there. It is too much of a headache, and in this year in particular, it wasn't worth my time. Majority of my time was spent on my phone, playing games and not helping clients.
2 - I bought a motorcycle! Specifically I bought a 2018 Honda CRF 250 Rally. Awesome fact about this bike (who will from this point on be referred to as Girlie). She has the limited edition black paint scheme, and her serial number is #1 in the edition. So that is pretty cool. I haven't put many km's on her yet. I have decided to take riding lessons, as I figured I'd get a better handle of how to ride it as opposed to having Justin teach me. He did try teaching me, but I ended up getting more frustrated than anything, which wasn't a good thing. Today, I passed the Motorcycle Skills Assessment (which removes the restriction of having someone supervise me while I ride). So in two weeks I will be doing the traffic portion, learning about riding in traffic. Then in mid-August I will be taking my motorcycle road test. So that gives me lots of time to practice between when I do the traffic course, to when I do my road test.
3 - In September, I will be going back to school part time (online) at Capilano University. I will be taking the Legal Administrative Assistant program. It's only been 14 years since I graduated high school. It is about time that I figured out what I want to do career wise. I am super excited for this program. It will take three years to complete (seeing as it is online and part time, as I will be continuing to work full time). Once I successfully complete this program, and have the grades, I can move onto their Paralegal position. Which I am also excited to do.
Other than those three big things, it has just been minor things. Competed in a couple archery tournaments (although we've really been slack on that lately), bought myself a new DSLR camera, went to Calgary to buy a new dirt bike (Mini Me) for Justin, been on a few fishing trips (some together, a couple solo ones), and have been working. Oh, and I also just completed my Occupational First Aid Level 2 for work. So I'm certified in that now.
I will attempt to try to post more here. I really want to start getting into photography more (hence the new camera) and I think here would be a good place to showcase my pictures. Although that would also require having more traffic come to the site. Otherwise I'm just doing it for my own enjoyment. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
Until next time, lovelies!!
Wednesday 3 January 2018
New Year, New Recipes
Hello everyone out there in internet land!!
So with the new year and changing up the blog and that jazz, I am also going to start trying out some new recipes. Tonight was day 1 of new things.
Todays recipe is brought to you by: https://thesaltymarshmallow.com/crockpot-bourbon-bacon-pulled-pork/
The main reason as to why I chose this recipe was because while buying ingrediants for dinner last night, I discovered that Superstore has a scoocum deal on whole pork loins. So being the one that loves to have pulled pork, plus I just bought this
from Bass Pro Shop and cannot wait to try it out.
This was technically a two day recipe as I have to wake up at 4am to go to work. I did the majority of the prep work the night before. There were some minor changes that I made to the recipe, that actually worked out well in my 'flavour'. (Ha! See what I did there?)
My night before prep included the following: I premade the sauce that the pork would be made in. For this recipe I used my whiskey of choice, Jack Daniels,
for the bourbon that they called for. Along with the sauce, I also rubbed my pork roast and then used my vacuum sealer to seal in the flavour over night.
So with the new year and changing up the blog and that jazz, I am also going to start trying out some new recipes. Tonight was day 1 of new things.
Todays recipe is brought to you by: https://thesaltymarshmallow.com/crockpot-bourbon-bacon-pulled-pork/
The main reason as to why I chose this recipe was because while buying ingrediants for dinner last night, I discovered that Superstore has a scoocum deal on whole pork loins. So being the one that loves to have pulled pork, plus I just bought this
from Bass Pro Shop and cannot wait to try it out.
This was technically a two day recipe as I have to wake up at 4am to go to work. I did the majority of the prep work the night before. There were some minor changes that I made to the recipe, that actually worked out well in my 'flavour'. (Ha! See what I did there?)
My night before prep included the following: I premade the sauce that the pork would be made in. For this recipe I used my whiskey of choice, Jack Daniels,
for the bourbon that they called for. Along with the sauce, I also rubbed my pork roast and then used my vacuum sealer to seal in the flavour over night.
Bright and early in the morning (okay not really bright seeing as it was 4am and it's winter so the sun rarely comes out), I put my roast in the slow cooker, stirred up my sauce again and dumped it on top. You could definatly smell the whiskey in the mixture. Then I set my slow cooker on low and let it do its thing.
When I got home, the house was filled with the wonderous smell of whiskey (my drink of choice). It was at this point that the recipe confused me.
Whenever I normally make pulled pork (venison, etc), I always dump out the liquid that the meat was cooked in. Well with this recipe, from the sounds of it, the author wants you to add the meat back to the liquid. So after texting my best friend, Tara, and discussing pulled pork and how we normally make it, I came to the conclusion that I would reserve some of the liquid and then dumping the rest out.
So after dumping out the liquid, I shred my pork, put it back in the pot and added the reserved liquid plus my bbq sauce and the bacon. I then let it heat up for a bit longer. Made up some coleslaw, sliced my buns and wham-bam thank you ma'am dinner is served.
Needless to say it was different from my usual pulled pork recipe. Even Justin figured that out, as he immediately started asking what I did differently (he likes how I usually make my pulled pork). I never did get a response as to whether or not he liked it. He didn't say he didn't like it, so that's a plus.
So I say give this one a try. You won't be disappointed.
Tuesday 2 January 2018
New Beginnings
Greetings and Salutations this fine 2018 day!
Well, the time has come for me to retire this blog. I haven't posted in here nearly as much as I was hoping that I would have throughout the time that I did have it. Plus I no longer have an Xterra, so the name is no longer relevant.
I am however going to be starting up a new blog. I am going to attempt (haha) to post in it everyday. We'll see how long that actually lasts. I will include a link at the bottom of this post once I think up a new name for my blog.
See ya'll on the other side!!
So it turns out that I can just change the name of my blog willy-nilly, so I do not need to create a new one. I can just redesign and change up the one that I currently have. That is so much easier than thinking of a new name, and domain and theme. Yay for short cuts!!
Anywho... I will get to the redesigning later. For now I will finish up this post and start up a new one on what will hopefully happen with this blog.
Ta ta!
Well, the time has come for me to retire this blog. I haven't posted in here nearly as much as I was hoping that I would have throughout the time that I did have it. Plus I no longer have an Xterra, so the name is no longer relevant.
I am however going to be starting up a new blog. I am going to attempt (haha) to post in it everyday. We'll see how long that actually lasts. I will include a link at the bottom of this post once I think up a new name for my blog.
See ya'll on the other side!!
PSYCH!!!
So it turns out that I can just change the name of my blog willy-nilly, so I do not need to create a new one. I can just redesign and change up the one that I currently have. That is so much easier than thinking of a new name, and domain and theme. Yay for short cuts!!
Anywho... I will get to the redesigning later. For now I will finish up this post and start up a new one on what will hopefully happen with this blog.
Ta ta!
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