It's 5:10 pm on a Friday and I have a problem.
There are a million happy hours going on around this city and I am co-workerless.
Next on agenda - get assistant and do a lot of happy hours to make up for lost time.
3.27.2009
3.23.2009
Mother Nature
I don't like you...........
Today is the first day I'm working from home in 4 weeks and guess what? Yeah....you decided to have it rain ALL DAY LONG. Not cool. Not cool at all.
Today is the first day I'm working from home in 4 weeks and guess what? Yeah....you decided to have it rain ALL DAY LONG. Not cool. Not cool at all.
3.20.2009
..........Fail
Okay the cake challenge never happened (yet). Instead I have found myself working into the nice hours of the AM each night this past week while spending daylight within the confines of elementary and jr. high schools in Mpls/St.Paul. Please let's say that I now check "Teacher" off of my list of potental career changes.
I am still in a half-furnished apt but it's getting cozy. The roommate is excellent (note: I live alone). But I consider it 400 sq ft of bliss with the biggest walk-in closet I've ever owned. No twenty-something-year-old could ask for more. Okay, yes they could and I've got it - the liquor store & CVS & Jimmy John's are all on the same block. Jealous?
I want to complain and moan about life but really I can't. Other than the crazy woman who sits in my back alley and the man who liked to follow me around a store my life has been pretty dull. Granted I have found that my new 'hood isn't the most fitting for me seeing I'm a caucasian who votes typically (R), doesn't own a guitar and prefers a suit over a peasant skirt. Other than that, it's a perfect match!
I sometimes wonder what my neighbors think of me. I'm here at odd hours (note: work from home most days), I "dance" to the classical music that is played in our lobby and drive a clanking Volvo that is always filled with Vikings/Milk paraphanalia.
And now I'm blasting Styx and Foreigner at top levels....to to you below....love thy neighbor!
I am still in a half-furnished apt but it's getting cozy. The roommate is excellent (note: I live alone). But I consider it 400 sq ft of bliss with the biggest walk-in closet I've ever owned. No twenty-something-year-old could ask for more. Okay, yes they could and I've got it - the liquor store & CVS & Jimmy John's are all on the same block. Jealous?
I want to complain and moan about life but really I can't. Other than the crazy woman who sits in my back alley and the man who liked to follow me around a store my life has been pretty dull. Granted I have found that my new 'hood isn't the most fitting for me seeing I'm a caucasian who votes typically (R), doesn't own a guitar and prefers a suit over a peasant skirt. Other than that, it's a perfect match!
I sometimes wonder what my neighbors think of me. I'm here at odd hours (note: work from home most days), I "dance" to the classical music that is played in our lobby and drive a clanking Volvo that is always filled with Vikings/Milk paraphanalia.
And now I'm blasting Styx and Foreigner at top levels....to to you below....love thy neighbor!
3.12.2009
The Cake Challenge
Okay people, I've got a new challenge. No, it's not me attempting to find furniture that actually fits my quaint studio or re-vamping a company PowerPoint, nope, I'm doing a useless challenge.
I'm making a spaceship.
In cake form.
I may only have about 13 inches of counter space but I think I'll manage it.
My inspiration (other than beating a 25 yr old who's version of culinary art include noodles and sauce) it this photo......
I'm making a spaceship.
In cake form.
I may only have about 13 inches of counter space but I think I'll manage it.
My inspiration (other than beating a 25 yr old who's version of culinary art include noodles and sauce) it this photo......
3.03.2009
$14.99
One day while speaking to an old co-worker (while employed at previous place) my co-worker said to me, "You need to write a book about all you do." I looked at her as if she had three eyes and was speaking in Thai. I like to think my life is somewhat adventurous but I have never found it to be book worthy. For example - right now I am sitting in a bed at a crappy hotel that I picked from a fool proof photo (the hotel does not have hot water - I am not a happy camper), I have a cold and each day for two wks I don a red t-shirt and hangout around middle school kids who could care less if I ever existed. Not to mention, when I'm done doing this I head back to my hotel room to have a "fun" night in a deadly city which usually consists of me working, watching/listening to news, exercising and IMing friends.
Don't worry, I'm not boohooing my life right now. I'm more than anything getting jumpy! I'm excited to have my own apt again, but right now it's only a place in which I've paid good money for to sit empty for a full week while I live in a hotel. This time on my little domestic (StL residency) I have gotten to spend time getting to know a few new people who are quite nice and actually intereting. Oh and who doesn't love the randoms they meet on the plane? Like the guy who yelled at me for touching his bag? Or the kind African lady who was ready to give me CPR after nearly collapsing on the plane after running the entire length of ORD for the last flight to MSP?
These people and places have left many-a-good stories for me to reminisce about and I wish I could bank of them, but I'll probably have to settle for them just being blog worthy.
But if I were to have a book....what ever would I title it?
Hrmmmmmm.......
"Adventure of a Dairy Girl"
"Desperately Seeking Princess Kay"
"Mooving My Way"
Cheesy, I know. Which reminds me,
Happy 6th Anniversary 3-A-Day!! Have you had your 3-A-Day of Dairy today?
Don't worry, I'm not boohooing my life right now. I'm more than anything getting jumpy! I'm excited to have my own apt again, but right now it's only a place in which I've paid good money for to sit empty for a full week while I live in a hotel. This time on my little domestic (StL residency) I have gotten to spend time getting to know a few new people who are quite nice and actually intereting. Oh and who doesn't love the randoms they meet on the plane? Like the guy who yelled at me for touching his bag? Or the kind African lady who was ready to give me CPR after nearly collapsing on the plane after running the entire length of ORD for the last flight to MSP?
These people and places have left many-a-good stories for me to reminisce about and I wish I could bank of them, but I'll probably have to settle for them just being blog worthy.
But if I were to have a book....what ever would I title it?
Hrmmmmmm.......
"Adventure of a Dairy Girl"
"Desperately Seeking Princess Kay"
"Mooving My Way"
Cheesy, I know. Which reminds me,
Happy 6th Anniversary 3-A-Day!! Have you had your 3-A-Day of Dairy today?
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