Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Who wants to do homework?

Not me. Ever.

So to pass the time, here are some sweet bacon tid bits.

In the twelfth century, an English church promised a side of bacon to any married man who could swear before God that he has not fought with his wife for a year and a day. This is where the term, "bring home the bacon" originated.

Hmmm, i have this dream. I'm driving a bus, and my teeth start falling out. My mum is in the back, eating biscuits. Everything smells of bacon. It's weird. - Charlie, Lost

Cocoa Crisp Bacon:
Cut into thirds a pound of bacon.
Rub with 3/4 cup brown sugar, 2 tsp cocoa powder, and 1/2 tsp ground chipotle pepper.
Place on baking rack set in a foil-lined, rimmed cookie sheet.
Bake at 350 degrees for 45-60 minutes.

Mmmmm. sounds good.

Friday, February 4, 2011

My work supplies it's

employees with cupboards full of snacks- supplied by the receptionists... well mostly just one. She is cool. And no, it's not me.


The office supplies: lunch every Friday, on sight massages given by the company masseuse, ski passes, tickets to sporting events, yada yada yada, and the list goes on.

The point is: these people are spoiled.

Everyone who works here is at least 18 years of age. Everyone is an adult and they are supposed to know what to do with a piece of garbage.

You can imagine my delight when i came in to this:

i guess it's too much to take the box to the garbage.


in case you are still wondering:
What kind of people does kajsia work with?

now you know. this was just hung up in the breakroom.