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The off-season spring primary races are on.  Until 8pm tonight.  Local primaries always kinda’ give me a laugh.  There are always the three overweight women running against each other for something or another, Mayor, city councilor or township council member.  It doesn’t matter.  They are all the same.  One has a logo touting their happy, happy goodness.  It’s usually a sunburst or a bird of peacey kinda’ look.  The other has a block font showing off their commitment to work.  She’s normally the one droning on and on about what she is going to do for the community.  Every once and awhile there is the lone guy running for something who tries to run on his record.  Ha!  What a moroon!  For some reason the mid-fifties white guy, no matter what his record always comes in last.
Right now we have about 9,000 mid-fifties white guys and one mid-fifties white woman running for a judgeship.  How much you wanna’ bet she wins and a couple of guys get in too because it’s a vote for three kinda’ vote.
The sad part of all this are the folks who have no clue what these people are all about.  Most don’t.
Personally when I went into the voting booth I voted for the two guys I know for township supervisors andI voted for a judge that I met volunteering his time at the cathedrals dinner for the homeless.  That’s it.  Everyone else got a big FU from me.
I’m glad it’s over and I’ll be looking forward to more of the Phillies!!!!!!

I was invited to join an exclusive club at work.  It’s the club that makes a hot lunch for everyone Monday through Thursday.  I was given my once a month date and almost three weeks notice.  It didn’t take me too long to figure out that I was going to make my pork barbeque as my first lunch.  Ya’ know I kinda’ wanted to impress so I chose something easy and very yummy.
You don’t really think it went that easy do you?
Oh no my dear readers it didn’t go so smoothly.
My lunch was due to be delivered to my co-workers last Thursday 7 May.  After work on Wednesday I went to the local butcher and bought three loin end pork roasts.  Aw Geez!  Let me tell you the three I picked out were some of the most beautiful roasts I’ve ever bought.  I like the loin ends because the bones are bigger and it’s just better meat.  So I get home about 1830 and put two of them in a slow cooker with a can of beer, Tony Chacheres Creole seasoning, chopped onion and minced garlic.  No big deal I just wanted to cook the roasts well and slow.  I cooked the roasts on low until 0500 the next morning.
Now it’s Thursday morning at 0530 and I make my BBQ sauce and put it on the stove.  I THOUGHT I set the burner to low but…
I went and got in the shower and de-stinked myself only to return to kitchen to find my BBQ sauce smoking.
I proceded to practice my swearing… Allot!!!
I covered the burnt sauce and placed it in the sink.  What to do now?  I decided to practice some more of my swearing.
OK, Adapt, Improvise, Overcome!
After deboning the roasts I dumped some catsup, Guldens brown mustard, Wishyoucouldsayit sauce and some brown sugar.  It didn’t look right so I added a bit of water.  I was still convinced it wasn’t right.  To me it seemed there wasn’t enough BBQ sauce on the meat.  By this time it’s getting close to go to work time so I decided to go with it.
Well I took it to work and plugged in the slow cooker I had it in and set it for low.
I guess with all this build up you guys want to know how it was received.  It was received well!  I mean the folks I work with raved about it.  The best compliment I had was someone said I should quit my job and sell this at county faires.
Well Jayzus!  I am currently cooking the last of the roasts and I hope to standardise that recipe.
Damn I’m good… sometimes and if not by design then by sheer luck.