Song for Saturday!

I know I've been blog absent. for about 23 days. i do apologize. things happen, and when they do, the blog comes last on my list of priorities. i do have lots to share.

my new love of instagram. oh holla. i cannot WAIT to show you all the random things i take pictures of.

the new recipes that i plan on trying out.

but for now, i'll leave you all with a song i've been seriously loving, while i gather up my strength to write a real blog post.



love texas country.

What's It All About?

So, I was talking to a friend of mine, and after he asked (with much hesitation), I gave him the link to the blog.

After a night of conversation, this is what he said to me, "I don't get your blog."

And I haven't gotten over it.

Do I need to have a purpose to this blog? A lot of blogs that I adore seem just as random as mine. They talk about their lives, what they eat, what they did this past weekend. I guess they just do it in a more glamorous way, because the majority of them have way more glamorous lives.

Let's take myself for instance.

I work around truck drivers. I see them, talk to them, listen to them, sometimes smell them, on a daily basis. And this is not to say that I don't have the utmost respect for over-the-road truck drivers; I do. Can you imagine being on the road for days after days without seeing your family, just sitting in a truck hour after hour? Umm, no.

I live in probably the most boring city in America. Nothing happens here.

I am 28. (ugh, happy late birthday to me). Which in itself makes me boring.

I mean, does my blog actually need a theme? Do I need to pick something and just stick with it? Should it be a style blog (no, I will not do that to you), or a blog about what I deal with at work (no, I won't do that to myself)?

So, while it probably does need a theme of some sort, I don't think I will try to force the issue. If my blog is as random as I am in real life, then so be it.

I am not perfect and will never try to be. This song has been stuck in my head for the past two days, so here ya go. This is your payment for reading this awful blog post. I promise to be back to "normal" soon.

Jason Isbell "Codeine"

The Weekend I BBQ'd Across America Part II

oops, i did it again.

went to kansas city and ate way too much bbq. i can't help it. i'm obsessed.

first up is the chicago bloody mary's at harry carey's. fyi, these babies were not good at all. not enough spices and no celery, even though the menu clearly advertised that there was supposed to be. i must have some sort of alcohol (unless there's a doctor out there that can prescribe me something to knock me out!) while flying.

i did not get a picture of the double vodka drink that i had to have on the way back. seriously? scary bumpy flights are not my friend.

first up for bbq was bates city bbq in shawnee. sorry the picture is kind of small, but you get the point. it was a little hole in the wall. we were supposed to go to jackstack, but because of the influx of green bay packers fans, and holiday shoppers down at the plaza, there was a 2 1/2 hour wait. umm, no thanks.

the food! burnt ends and multiple meat sandwiches. the french fries at this place were amazing, and they gave you a ton of them! plus, you can always judge a bbq place by their beer that costs $1. champagne of beers? yes please. the food was fantastic and the people behind the counter were so nice.


i know you can't read this either, but it says, "sweet Auburn shout-out in KC." bo holding down bates city bbq.



next place we went to was arthur bryant's on the way to the airport monday.

hello awesomeness. they had a few different types of bbq sauces, and instead of having pulled pork, which i usually gravitate toward, i went for the sliced. even though it was good, it reminded me more of ham than bbq. my dad had this pulled sandwich that combined all the meat. they definitely gave you more than you could eat. and of course, the option to buy their sauces and rubs.

i hope everyone had a very merry christmas. maybe i'll stop eating so y'all can stop reading about it.