The Weekend!

So very much has happened this weekend! I have to get my mind in order!

Ahem.

First of all, I got to spend all weekend with my beautiful sister, who is single and ready to mingle, by the way! She enjoys long moonlit walks on the beach, cuddling in front of the fireplace....and if I say any more she will probably kill me. She'll probably kill me for this post anyway.

Soo..... first things first. Did you SEE Big Brother?! Holy cow! Rachel won the power of veto, so she and Jordan are safe this week. Yahoo! So, Adam and Shelley were put on the block, and Shelley got sent home. Quelle surprise. I was so happy, and now Kalia and Porsche are shaking in their boots because the power doesn't belong to them anymore. And last Big Brother showed, it looked like Rachel was going to win Head of Household. It just can't get any better. And yes, I know that Jordan won the money in her previous season, but I just love her so much, and I don't want Kalia or Porsche to win AT ALL! Phew. This show is going to make me have a nervous breakdown one day.


So, Emily came in Friday evening, and I saw Boston Butt pork roast on sale at Bi-Lo. I've done BBQ pork through the crock pot many times, so I figured that this would be an easy meal to have on hand after Wando's football game.

Well, Bi-Lo didn't tell me that it was basically the torso of a pig. It had bones and tendons and muscles and veins and a TON of blood. I am extremely squeamish, and I hate bones. And this is a huge torso of pig, and it barely fits in said crock pot. So, after about four hours of cooking on high, I brilliantly decide to cut it in chunks, so that the pig will fit, and the lid will stay on. Now, mind you, I am hacking and sawing into this pork, and I'm gagging the whole time. I'm alone in the kitchen, watching muscles tear, blood squirt, and I'm hitting bone the whole time. So I start crying. I am now gagging and crying whilst cutting this pork roast in half. I hope my family knows the sacrifice I've made for them.

After, when my kitchen looked like a slaughterhouse, I decided to wash all of the gore off of me and take a shower.

Just hours later, here is what dinner looked like:

Nom Nom Nom. It was so scrumptious, and I love topping BBQ sandwiches with coleslaw.

In short, dear pig, thank you for letting me hack into your torso so that we could have a delicious, tasty dinner. The gagging was worth it.