Ashlee. Spelled with two “E’s” for a reason. An Ashlee, not to be confused with an Ashley, is no goody two shoes or poser. She goes against the grain, and may not fit in with any certain clique but she sets the trends. A possible social outcast, very independent, very desirable. A real vixen, and a dynamo in the sack.
Well I suppose that’s pretty accurate…But I’m not so sure about that last part.
This is a total cop out. I wanted to post but I didn’t like what I wrote. Hey, at least I’m honest.
OH, and in other news…
I had such a great time this weekend with my sorority sisters (and our brother fraternity) and there are many stories to tell…BUT they’re mostly stories that would probably only be funny if you were there.
Today is my last day of employment before the countdown begins… Starting Monday I’ll be waiting for someone to come get me and walk me out of the building.
I’ve been with this company for two years and while I’m not exactly looking forward to the idea of being unemployed for an unknown amount of time, I’m ready to move on.
As with most relationships, things started out well. I loved my new job, loved the much bigger pay checks, and I really felt like I was making a difference every day. I think the honeymoon phase wore off when I started taking classes through my school. It didn’t take long for me to realize the classes were out of date and the instructors handed out A’s without really looking at the assignments I turned in. Basically, it was a big joke.
Things have slowly been getting worse since then until recently, when it seemed like every day was an absolute struggle. I know we all have days when it’s tempting to play hookey, but I had to talk myself into going to work every single day. It got so bad that I started getting stomach aches and headaches that would start sometimes Sunday evening, sometimes Monday morning, and last all week. On Friday, by the time I got halfway home they would miraculously disappear.
I had a talk with God one night on the way home from work… I basically told Him that if He was trying to give me a push in another direction I wasn’t going to fight it. I feel like He’s been trying to guide me in a different direction for a while now, but because I’m stubborn I needed Him to give me a big shove. Once I got home, I felt quite a bit better and have ever since. I guess I should have listened a long time ago when friends have told me to give my worries to God and let Him handle them.
I started applying for other jobs not long ago and I’m hoping one specific company will love me so much they just HAVE to hire me.
I’m not sure exactly when my last day will be…they like to keep you in the dark around here. I think they just like to stress their employees out as much as they possibly can.
I know I won’t miss coming to this place every day, or the guilt I feel for just doing my job, but I will miss some of the people. If you’re reading this, you’re probably one of them and I fully expect you to stay in touch.
It’s time to start a new chapter in my life and rather than worry about the things that are ending, I’m looking forward to the new beginnings.
I didn’t go to work today. I woke up feeling like someone was bouncing a bowling ball off of my head, turned my alarm off and went back to sleep. The headache was still there when I woke up again about an hour later so I left my boss a voicemail and burrowed back under the covers.
Eventually I wandered into the living room and fired up the ol’ laptop out of boredom. I had to turn the brightness down on my screen because my of my headache, and I could only muster the energy to lay there and click the Stumble button over and over. Perhaps I’m being a little dramatic… I guess it wasn’t THAT awful.
Eventually I ended up on a food blog post that was all about alfredo sauce. I LOVE alfredo sauce and I instantly wanted some… I didn’t want to mess with looking up a recipe so I just rounded up some stuff and got to work.
two cloves garlic
salt and pepper
Putting the sauce together was simple…I don’t really know what amount I used of anything but it made enough sauce for just me. I put a little olive oil in a pan and let it heat, added the butter and diced onion, and let that cook for a few minutes. I also put a pot of water on high and added some salt. Once the onions had cooked for a little while I added the garlic. I should mention here that I used to hate cooking with real garlic because my hands would smell like it for days after, but then I bought a garlic press. It became my best friend.
Once that has cooked for a few minutes (don’t let the garlic burn or it’ll be sour and nasty) add a little cream cheese and stir until it melts. You don’t want a ton…I think I probably used a couple of tablespoons. Once it’s creamy, add some milk (maybe a cup?) and whisk like crazy. It won’t be very pretty at first but just keep whisking and it should come together. Add some salt and pepper at this point, but be careful not to add a lot of salt. The cheese is pretty salty by itself.
Once you’ve got it all combined, add some parmesan cheese and whisk some more. Turn the stove down and let it thicken, just make sure to stir it occasionally.
While I was waiting for the pasta to cook and the sauce to thicken, I found some leftover biscuits on the counter so I buttered them, sprinkled on some garlic powder and parmesan cheese and stuck them under the broiler. Once everything was ready I just combined the pasta and sauce in a bowl and sprinkled more parmesan and a little basil on top. YUM. Also? I know this is weird, but the burnt biscuits ended up being the best ones. I’m going to pretend I let them burn on purpose.
This is definitely NOT authentic alfredo… This is closer and is still pretty easy but I didn’t have any good parmesan or heavy cream. It also isn’t exactly diet-friendly…unless you’re trying to gain weight, I guess.
It was pretty good for only taking about 15 minutes to make… good for a quick dinner when you’re low on time!
Allow me to preface this by saying:
If you’re reading this and you get angry because you think I’m talking about you specifically…
Don’t flatter yourself. Chances are I’m not but it sounds like you have a guilty conscience so you might want to pay attention.
I do NOT understand people that walk around carrying grudges against other people. Sure, there are people that have hurt me and I don’t exactly want to be around them, but I can be civil when necessary.
It’s one thing to learn from a bad experience and want to protect yourself from being hurt in the future. It’s another thing entirely to then turn around and do everything you can to make another person’s life miserable. What does that solve? I can tell you this much for sure, it makes you look like a sad, bitter person and it’s NOT attractive.
When you insist upon holding a grudge against someone, you’re heaping a heavy burden upon yourself that you then get to carry around. It takes a LOT of energy to hate someone in that way. I mean, think about it. I’m sure we all know someone that has allowed him or herself to be consumed by bitterness toward other people. Doesn’t that person look tired? Of course she does, because she likely is!
I don’t know about anyone else, but I prefer to worry more about my actions than those of other people. I’m the only person I can control so it makes sense to me. For instance, I couldn’t stop an ex-boyfriend from cheating on me, but I could absolutely control my reaction…and yes, it was painful to deal with and it took quite some time to get over. I grew as a person as a result of that experience and while I wouldn’t be ecstatic to see him again, I could handle it if I ran into him in a gas station. I’d probably even say hello.
I won’t lie, I’ve definitely held grudges against people in the past. It’s actually an easy habit to fall into. I worked hard to let those grudges go over the years and I feel so much better now. I guess that’s why, when I know someone is holding a grudge it makes me feel sorry for him or her.
Just think about it. All of that energy that’s being consumed to fuel your hatred of someone else? You could get rid of your hateful feelings and use that energy for something else. All of those friends that have disappeared? If you aren’t constantly talking about how much you can’t stand someone else they might actually come back.
I suppose what I’m trying to say here is just live and let live, people. We’re all doing the best we can with what we’ve got. Forgive those that have wronged you, forget your anger and move on.
I never expected this post to get so many views! I’m glad y’all like my new ‘do…because I really do love it. I seriously felt a bit like a celebrity this evening because my phone was going crazy with Facebook and Twitter notifications while I was watching the number of views on my blog increase every time I refreshed.
You know what I think will be fun?
Well, that WOULD be fun but how would we get a camel to wear stockings? I kid! If you know what I’m referencing you’re my best friend.
But seriously, I think I’m going to try a Q&A post. NOT to be confused with a T&A post. Come on guys,I’m a classy lady and this is a classy blog.
So here’s how this works:
Send your question to willfullydisobedientblog @ gmail. com (spaces on purpose so I don’t get spammed. Make sure to take the spaces out when you compose the email.). Please make sure to put something like “Question!” in the subject and sign your name if you want it to appear here…and if not, please make sure to sign it Anonymous.
Ask me anything! Of course, there might be some questions I find too personal or offensive and those won’t get posted. I’ll be checking it daily and once I get a pretty good number of different questions I’ll answer them all at once in a post.
I’m really excited about this!
The other day I was talking to my friend Autumn about possible Saint Patrick’s Day plans…She mentioned that she was planning to make some Guinness beef stew that day.
I think you all know where this is going.
I’ve had beef stew on the brain ever since that conversation and after searching for HOURS (ok, ten minutes tops) I found a recipe that sounded perfect. I should probably confess that I’ve never used a crock pot before and I was ridiculously excited to try it out.
The recipe I found is here. I omitted the mushrooms because I don’t like slimy things floating around in my stew and my brother thinks he might be allergic. I pretty much followed the rest of the recipe as it was written, but I changed it to five servings so it would fit in my crock pot.
Some of the recipes I found called for Guinness Extra Stout but since I already had regular ol’ Guinness in my fridge I used that. I also found some angus stew meat at Kroger that looked pretty good… I did have to trim some fat off but that could just be because I’m super disgusted by any fat on my meat at all. You could also go to your grocery store’s meat counter and have them cut up whatever hunk of cow you pick out.
I’m all kinds of proud of myself for picking the beef out AND trimming it. Can I mention here that I hate how grocery stores package meat? They put the nice chunks on top and then when you get to the middle and bottom of the package you find pieces that are almost entirely fat. Boo to you, Kroger.
The recipe says to coat the meat in seasoned flour and then brown the outsides…I can’t really remember what ended up in the flour but I used just about every dry spice in my cupboard. You’ll want to brown the meat in small batches and then transfer the pieces to a paper towel lined plate.
I only used four red potatoes, but I added more carrots and celery. I think I ended up with five carrots and two stalks of celery. I also put TWO bay leaves in because I’m such a rebel.
Because I halved the recipe, it said to use one can of beef broth, one can of tomato sauce and about four ounces of Guinness. Once I had everything in there it looked kind of empty…Being the total rebel I am, I added another can of beef broth and tomato sauce. I also used the ENTIRE BOTTLE of Guinness. Look out guys, I’m in a rule-breaking mood over here. I also had cookies for breakfast. Somebody stop me!
Uh… Where was I? Oh, beef stew.
So once it was all assembled it looked like this:
I set it on low and left it all day… And it smelled so wonderful that I had to leave my house because otherwise I might have eaten it all by myself.
So I went out and spent 200.00 on new clothes. Seemed like the right thing to do.
It had been cooking on low for about seven hours when I just couldn’t take it anymore and gave it a taste. Even though I hadn’t added any salt, it definitely tasted way too salty…And at first I thought it was ruined. I wasn’t about to give up, though. I added about two cups of water and then, just in case, I added one peeled potato (whole). I didn’t expect it to cook enough to be eaten, but I hoped it would absorb some of the extra salt. I removed the bay leaves and checked the potatoes and carrots. They weren’t as soft as I wanted them to be so I cranked that puppy to high for the last couple of hours and hoped they would soften.
The roomies got home and Stef made a beeline for the crock pot…
I had a loaf of French bread and some Kerrygold Irish Butter that I originally just intended to set on the table. Instead, I arranged some big slices of bread on a pizza pan, spread an obscene amount of butter on them and put them under the broiler on low for a few minutes. YUM.
Well, it was definitely more of a soup than a stew…adding that extra liquid was likely the issue there. It tasted really good, but there was a bitterness to it. My brother thinks it was from the tomato sauce and I’m inclined to agree. Next time I’ll try V8 juice.
I think I’ll go with just one bay leaf and lay off the Italian seasoning next time…and I didn’t notice the Cajun seasoning at all so I’ll likely leave that out, too.
BUT all in all I think everyone was pretty happy with it. Hope so, ’cause we have a TON of leftovers!