Under a fog of woodsmoke and burnt BBQ sauce

It's that time of year again. The Labour Day weekend marks an important event around these parts.
RIBFEST



Over a hundred and thirty thousand people descended into Spenser Smith park this weekend, unleashing their inner carnivore. That is a lot of people. Last year the Ribbers went through over 90,000 pounds of ribs.

Wow

In light of the Maple Leaf Meats scandal I wondered if that would have an effect on this weekends turnout. Not in the slightest if the crowds that were there today were any inclination. Or perhaps it was the relief of eating something that had been cooked right in front of them.

Either way it was all good. I have come to the conclusion that getting pulled pork sandwiches is the way to go. For $6.00 I get a sandwich stuffed with more meat and sauce then I can finish. Bonus is I can bring it home for a late night snack. That is a hell of a deal when you consider that a full rack of ribs is $20.00.

But then eating the meat out of a bun isn't as much fun as gnawing is right off a steaming bone. LOL

I have a couple of great pictures but they will have to wait until I can find the cable that attaches my camera to the computer. Damn I knew I should have gotten a hot pink one.

Change

***Warning 'F' bombs abound. If ya don't like 'em. Then go here.***

So Change, Pretty fuck'n scary if you ask me. I find myself, at the young age of 37 faceing just that. I have been offered an oppourtunity at a new job. In a similar field to what I work right now, but I'll will be leaving the security of a union position with the government and facing the UNKNOWN.

I'm shitting a brick.

On one hand I have to think about the morgage, the kids, the cost of living...ON THE OTHER HAND>>> I am being offered almost the same $$$ a few more benefits but there isn't the security that I have right now.

It's not that I am unhappy with my job.I love the store that I am in at the moment. I adore my manager, but that can change in a moments notice with a call that says I am being transferred to HELL. (it's happened before)

Life is an adventure right? That is what my hubby tells me. He is being so very supportive and wants me to go for it and see what happens. I am a bit more concerned. Fuck, I am so concerned.

What if in 6 months I decide that I have Royally fucked up. Then what. I could beg my job back, but knowing this company, I will have to start back at the bottom and work my way back up. That would so SUCK!

On the other hand, I have an incredible opportunity at something that I would be good at.

Fuck, I am running out of hands.

Do I jump or do I stay in a job that is already feeling confining?

Only time will tell.......




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