Monday, November 21, 2005

Quote of the night

Big C, the spunky hair dresser neighbor and I were hanging out in the garage tonight and the topic of conversation turned to her 21st birthday this weekend. In telling us her stories of the weekend, she blessed us with this gem:

"I tend to dance a lot when I've been drinking. Especially when the Spice Girls are on."

She is my new best friend.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

If turkey doesn't tickle your fancy...

Make some kick-ass shrimp cocktail.


3 avocados
1 onion, chopped
1 lb of tiny shrimp
1/2 cup chopped cilantro
2 bottles cocktail sauce
orange juice (add by instinct)
lime juice (add by instinct)

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Blog things says...

Your Seduction Style: Au Natural

You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it. That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power! The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.

You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world. Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in. You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you?

You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways. Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you. As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

I got this while perusing the fun and lovely Kalani's site, whose blog is so super popular I should be annoyed by her. But I don't because she's that cool.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Oh but Mario Lopez's dimples were so cute!

I'm exhausted. It's my third week of full-time employment and my experience so far has been mentally and physically draining. To wake up before the sun rises is just plain obscene in my eyes and to move nonstop from the second my eyes open until sometimes the end of the night (because I live in a loud house full of action and stories of other peoples' work-related adventures/frustrations, whatever you want to call them) is slowly turning my hair white.

I need another weekend getaway in Mexico.

While I realize it was not that long ago that I complained about how bored, broke and unfulfilled I was when I had no job, it's amazing how little of the sun I see these days and how difficult it is to balance work, life, dinner, keep in touch with loved ones and fight the urge to ask my company for a scooter so I can dart around the office "as per" -- isn't "as per" such an office word?!?!? yuck! -- the bosses' requests at lightning speed. I'd get my work done more quickly, but somehow I think that would only encourage the bosses (of which I have, oh, 87) to give me more work.

Am I complaining? Maybe. But it's only out of sheer exhaustion. It's the kind of exhaustion that breeds warmer feelings like fulfillment, direction, self worth. When I come home, trade my heels for my flip flops and make my way back to the garage with my glass of wine in hand, I feel like I've earned it. And when I get all stupid and slurry-mouthed, I actually have stories to tell that have nothing to do with how cute the Guatemalan baby was on Adoption Stories today. Or what inane thing Mario Lopez said on Pet Star. Or how stretched out Erica Kane's face looks when she's trying to be indignant on All My Children. (Seriously, I used to talk about these things with firm conviction.)

These days I talk about work and what delusions I may have of a budding career, which is not nearly as interesting or scandalous as reality TV or soap operas, but it gives me a sense of purpose. And it makes me sound less shallow and more, um, self-involved...which is much more fun.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

The wine and cheese party for one

wine and cheese dinner

My dinner tonight.