The Porkchop Rots

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I have not done anything wrong. If I had, I would have said, Barbecued! The Porkchop Roasts. Or something like that.

I was going to sit here and mock my co-workers for setting up a portable television so they could see the season finale of The Young and the Restless. Yes. You read correctly. I didn't even KNOW soap operas had seasons. I thought they were a never ending stream of bad acting that just kept going and going...

But. I cannot in good concience mock them, since I stayed up last night and watched ALL TWO HOURS of the USO tour. Yes. Your read that correctly. And at the appropriate moments, I was leaking tears. I cannot believe I just confessed that for the entire world to read. I was going to save that as my deep dark secret that I would only confess as a offical sign of trust. And when I was telling Joy this, she cheerily suggested I simply blog it. Therapy and all. So now I have to think of a new deep dark secret. And I might want to reconsider my watching habits.

The Porkchop is ROTTING. I was supposed to sit and make ascerbic comments. I was NOT SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING IT IN THE FIRST PLACE.

So there you have it. I have bared my soul to you. Mock mercilessly.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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