Thursday, January 29, 2009

2 things

I make it a point to learn something new every day. Today I learned two things:
1) Pluto is still a planet in New Mexico and
2) Diet cherry limeades don't taste like cherries or limeades. They taste like nasty.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Sucks to be a boyscout

So when you think about it, the boyscouts really get the fuzzy end of the fund-raising lollipop. Girlscouts sell cookies. Boyscouts sell trashbags and popcorn. Seriously? When was the last time you heard someone say "Oh my god, your son is selling trash bags? Hey, get me thre-- no, NO four boxes. I just love those things so much!" Um, no? Haven't recently heard that?
Actually, the other day when discussing this very topic with a friend, she said... "What? boyscouts sell trashbags?" Case in point. Worst fundraiser ever.
And lets be honest, a six year old girl could sell you anything-- she doesn't need one of the top selling brands of cookies becuase she is so stinking adorable, you aren't gonna say no. But little boys-- much easier to say no to. Little boys selling trashbags??? Yes, they are practical, but who is going to buy four boxes?
Sorry boyscouts. You got the bad end of that deal... better luck next time.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009


"...I respect the office, I just don't like the man. And it's not because he's black. It's not because of his race or his gender or his religion. It's because I don't trust his friends, and because he's a muslim terrorist." --My boss on President Obama.

I am not really probably supposed to do personal or non-company related business on the company computers/clock, but I was not going to miss today's historical events. I am kind of a nerd like that, and I can't help but get swept up in the excitement surrounding today. As I watched the inauguration streaming live to my computer screen at work, I could help be excited, and a little bit proud of my fellow americans.
I was also appalled by fellow Americans today. The people at my work were not interested in the inaugural events-- which is fine, but they were not okay with people who were. My coworkers mocked me for my excitement over the day, and called me an "Obama Supporter"--as an insult. My boss made the digusting speech listed above and I didn't even know how to respond, I sat open mouthed.
I guess the way I see it, no matter what your current opinion of our 44th president you cannot deny an exceptional man took office today. And whether you voted for him or not-- or decided not to vote at all, does not matter a bit, because anyway your vote fell, this man is now your president. The cool thing about your country is you have the right to not be happy about that, but you also have the choice as to how you are going to respond to the situation. You have the choice to be hateful, rude, ignorant, ego-centric, and spend your time mocking and tearing down one man. Or you have the choice to support your leader, pray for him, be hopeful, work for change, build up your neighbor and your country. I think it goes well beyond what your party affiliation or political veiws are... You get to decide how will you choose to live and act. What will your actions portray about your truest beliefs?
One more thought, on the verge of this 'new era' for our country we are hopeful at the prospect of change. "CHANGE" is optimistic and idealistic, but any realist will tell you no change can come about without some discomfort and pain. It's normal, and it's easy to forget at the start. It's hard to remember the outcome in the middle... and still you have a choice to do right when it's hard, and love when it hurts. I was encouraged by the words of our president, acknowledging this very thing...

"...never forget that the true character of our nation is revealed not during times of comfort and ease, but by the right we do when the moment is hard. I ask you to help me reveal that character once more, and together, we can carry forward as one nation, and one people, the legacy of our forefathers that we celebrate today." --PRESIDENT Obama, January 18, 2009

Happy Inauguration day! :)

Monday, January 19, 2009


Reasons why I made a lists post:
1. I like lists a lot
2. Making a list is an entertaining way to organize one's thoughts.
3. I have found, in general, people enjoying reading through a list just as much, if not more than they enjoy reading a narrative.
4. I smile when I see eight lists that all end in a multiple of four... ahhh... feels good.

Reasons why I like housesitting:
1. It's always funny to look through someone's pantry, but rude to do it if they are around.
2. This bed i am sleeping in is huge and it rocks. Ahhhh...
3. I pick a new book from their library to read each night.
4. Jacuzzi tub. woot.

Things I swore I would never do that I will probably end up doing someday:
1. Have kids.
2. Weigh more than 130 lbs.
3. Cry at a chick flick
4. Ask someone to pop my back.

Grocery list:
1. Milk
2. Wheat bread
3. Cheese
4. Orange juice
5. Chicken
6. Apples
7. Pasta
8. Chicken stock

Things that creep me out:
1. UPS creeper
2. Overly touchy strangers
3. popping/cracking knuckles and joints
4. windows in bathrooms
5. long fingernails
6. scary movies
7. Any color of peeps but yellow
8. (I am literally cringing as I type this:) Wet willies

4 people I don't see anymore, who I would enjoy having lunch with:
1. TK
2. Joy Leah
3. Becca
4. JB

Professions I am still considering:
1. Event planning
2. Chef
3. Music teacher
4. writer (don't laugh, I can dream...)

Foods I don't particularly enjoy:
1. Olives
2. canned/processed meats
3. velveta cheese
4. green peppers
5. coke/pepsi/brown pop
6. pork/ham
7. pudding
8. tofu

Monday, January 12, 2009

Creeper Update

The UPS Creeper is alive and well, and creepy as ever. Today I discovered not only does he know where I live, but he has been keeping track of the various packages he delivers to my house, and where they are coming from. Also, apparently he has noted the days that I am and am not at work-- he knows when I am on vacation.
Today at work he asked if i got that Mary Kay package he delivered to my house last week when I was out of town. Dear creeper... you are the reason I lock my doors at night.

What I'm eating right now:

S'mores Lava Cakes

1 stick unsalted butter, plus some for greasing
1/4 cup sugar
4 oz bittersweet or dark chocolate
2 large egs, plus 2 egg yolks at room temp
1 tablespoon flour
3 tablespoons heavy cream
2/3 cup marshmallow cream
2 squares graham crackers crunched

preheat oven to 425. Grease 4 6 oz custard cups, coat with sugar. Chop chocolate and place in a medium bowl with butter... melt it in the microwave stirring intermittantly until smooth. Whisk together eggs, yolks, and sugar until foamy. Whisk in chocolate, then flour, then pour into cups. bake for 13 mins. In a med bowl microwave the cream on high for 30 secs and then whisk in the marshmallow cream til smooth. Invert the cakes on plates and drizzle with marshmallow... sprinkle graham crackers over the top...
break into your cakes and enjoy the gooey-ness that oozes out. It really is happiness on a plate... and then in your mouth. Oh! Eat it with milk!

Monday, January 5, 2009

DUDE! Not cool...

I went to the doctor today to find out if I was going to die of this yucky cold i've had for the past week or so... it turns out I will not. Good to know. While I was at the doctor I had to be weighed (bleh), something I was not looking forward to, becuase I know how much I weigh, and it's about 10 lbs more than I want to. So when the little digitial number popped up on the screen... I wanted to cry. The doctors scale told me I was about ten pounds heavier than even I thought I was. Making me... an approx. 20 lbs overweight chubs. YUCK.
I have never ever been the kind of person who made new years resoloutions about stupid things like losing weight, and "getting in shape" and I am not about to start now, but GOOD NIGHT, CLEO! I gotta do something different here. Apparently working out 2-3 times a week and being moderately selective of what I put in my mouth isn't going to hack it anymore. We are going to have to take it up to the next level and start working out 5-ish days a week and being all out careful about the foods I eat, which in general, more than anything means this to me: I'm going to be spending a lot more time than I desire to, thinking about food, weight, fat, and the size of my bootie during the next year. And what a depressing way to waste one's time.