Recipe for Disaster

Ok, well, not for disaster per se, but nothing else seemed to make a catchy title.

Every year my job has a Thanksgiving dinner on the day before Thanksgiving for all the employees. This year, there is a contest for the best side dish and best dessert. I made Pumpkin Cheesecake for a party earlier this week, but decided it would not be very cost effective to make again. I decided to make my stand-by: brownies. And to be festive I found a Pumpkin Brownie recipe online. At least it said it was brownies. But what it turned out to be was more like, Pumpkin Cake or Pumpkin Bread. Which is not all that unique or different. Certainly not prize winning (although I did seem to get the perfect amount of spices in there!) So now, here I sit, with yet another disappointment (hey, it may seem small, but it’s just the straw that tips the scale, so to speak).

Good thing I still have half a cheesecake…. if only everything in life had a back up cheesecake….

This does not look like brownies!!!!!

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Off to the Races!!!!

So, I previously wrote a blog about how it’s funny how life sometimes works out even when you think everything is going all wrong.  And how everything happens for a reason.  Well, after going to bed at 4 am, I get a call this morning at 8 am from a local radio station.  I had entered a bunch of different contests on their website.  I won one of them.  A really good one.  That many people would kill, or at least pay a lot of money, for.  I won tickets to the Daytona 500 and meet and greet passes to meet Brad Paisley there.  I almost didn’t take them because I had to work and didn’t know about driving there.  Luckily, my awesome friends and family knocked that sense right back into me.  Then I was worried about losing out on money not working… and thirty minutes later work called and asked me to come in.  Then I was worried I wouldn’t be able to get my shift covered to go to the race.  But since I did them a favor…. they said they’d make it happen.  I had a guest offer me a lot of money for them…. I almost said yes.  I’m glad I didn’t.  I could always use the money, but I don’t NEED it.  I’d regret not going more.  The opportunity of a life time, so I’m told.  Plus, everything happens for a reason.  For some reason, I am meant to go to this race, and I will not be tempted otherwise.  I may die by the time I get back (working 14 hours today and tomorrow, driving over at 4 am, and coming back to work another 12 hours) but I figure that will all work itself out as well.  Now if only I could resolve the issue of who to take with me….  I have about 15 hours to decide.  Start the clock…. and they’re off!

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