Low heat means LOW heat...

I spent about 10 minutes at work yesterday absolutely bawling like I was watching Beaches, but I will get to that in a minute. First, my disastrous attempt at making ribs...

My Mom used to make these ribs where she would take a bunch of country style pork spare ribs and really slowly pot-roast them in ketchup, onions, peppers and a bunch of other stuff. Always seemed so easy...you put the stuff in a pot, turn the heat on super low and then you let it cook for a while and the meat gets incredibly tender. Usually you can eat them with a fork.

So, me and the little one decided that were were gonna try and make them yesterday. Turns out it is maybe a little harder than I had anticipated. I should have know something was wrong because they really seemed to be completely cooked like five minutes after I put them all in the pot. Intuitively, I felt like it should take kind of a long time, but since I had never done it before, I figured that maybe I needed to wait.

After a little while, it became clear that no...I just had the heat turned up way too high (I had it on as low as it could go without flickering out, I thought!) About a half an hour in, they were basically the texture and consistency and flavor of hockey pucks. Hmm...and I was starting to think that I had some skills in the kitchen, too...

So that's why we split a turkey sub for dinner last night:-P And it was delicious!

OK, the crying. Yesterday was kind of a stressful morning at work. I was doing something for one of the VP's, and I could tell he was getting frustrated because I just couldn't figure out what I was doing and no matter how hard he tried to explain it to me, it just wasn't working. It's not like he was at all mean or condescending, I could just tell that he was getting really frustrated. There are still a lot of times that I am reminded that I am WAY less experienced than everyone else here, and that there are lots of things where my technical skills are miles and miles and miles behind everyone else's. Generally, people are very helpful (you know, because I am so cute!) but there are still times that it gets frustrating.

So I was in kind of a bad mood and feeling a bit frazzled...and at about 11:00, one of the admins came over to my desk with a big bouquet of flowers and said "These just came for you."

My first thought was..."Aww...isn't he a sweetie? What perfect timing!" And then I read the card, and they weren't from The Boy. The card said:

"Thanks for being such a good big sister all the time. I love you! Love, Munchkin"

And that was it...I just started bawling. On Sunday night after the incident with the new boyfriend, she asked Smoking Hot Roommate if she could send me flowers at work. So they ordered them then and they got delivered yesterday. And it made me cry...A LOT!

And look, I am crying again...what a sap:-)