After a day of work and some manual labor (did I sign up to double as an office mover?), I agreed to head out for a drink with TW. I always thought she was cool, but I could never tell if she was someone I'd hang out with outside of work. She did show questionable taste liking "the one I don't like" at work....
The Griffin is this cool little hangout with a fireplace and lots of good seating inside. They even have a juke box. I was pleasantly surprised by the fun songs people chose to play. I'm pretty sure I had some of them on 45.
Let's not forget about the guy who needed our "opinion" on whether he should go on some reality show to find out who his secret admirer is...does that line ever work for him?
After 4 cocktails, I can't remember much of what I told TW. I just hope that I didn't stab myself in the foot by blurting out my true feelings about the "team." Sartre was not kidding when he said that hell is other people...
A friend told me recently that I should feel better because now I know someone else hates it too. But just because I'm starving and I find out someone else is starving, it doesn't erase the fact that I'm starving. And that's not cool, right? Then again, I guess I shouldn't be talking about starving people because there are real people who are starving...but you get my point.
Although this job has driven me to have a cocktail every now and then, it's opened my eyes to the fun of drinking. :)
Monday, February 4, 2008
It's at 10AM?!
Three phone screens? Is that really necessary before having me run down the aisle at The Price Is Right? I'm only subjecting myself to this torture because they are Google...
And I want to tell them if they don't love me, it's ok to cut the cord. No point in dragging things out if they don't see a future for the two of us. You aren't going to bring me home to meet the parents, are you? Just tell me it's over so I can go find a new bay area love / employer. :)
I felt like I was back in college again. That first exam I had in Child Study 101. I stayed up all night cramming for a real college exam. I was going to rock it.
And then I woke up with that dreaded feeling where you know you totally overslept, but you have that split second of belief that you might be wrong.
Then you look at the clock...and you realize it's all over.
That same dread came over me this past Friday right after I picked up the phone at work. I had strolled in after grabbing coffee with a friend. I figured I had an hour to prepare for the interview. Run over my "story." I needed the pick-me-up since I forced myself to get up at 4am to listen to the earnings call the day before.
Hi, this is L.
Hi, this is C.
OH...I thought we were talking later at 11am....
No, I had it on my calendar for 10am. I would move it back, but I have a meeting.
Uh, ok. Well, I guess I won't have my last minute cram session. I'm ready to talk now if you are free...
Things sort of went up and down from there. I didn't really remember my name. I mumbled through my "interpretation" of their business model. That is, I threw out random terms hoping that one of them would make it seem like I knew something...and I actually do...it just didn't come across that way.
I wonder if it was as good for him as it was for me?
And I want to tell them if they don't love me, it's ok to cut the cord. No point in dragging things out if they don't see a future for the two of us. You aren't going to bring me home to meet the parents, are you? Just tell me it's over so I can go find a new bay area love / employer. :)
I felt like I was back in college again. That first exam I had in Child Study 101. I stayed up all night cramming for a real college exam. I was going to rock it.
And then I woke up with that dreaded feeling where you know you totally overslept, but you have that split second of belief that you might be wrong.
Then you look at the clock...and you realize it's all over.
That same dread came over me this past Friday right after I picked up the phone at work. I had strolled in after grabbing coffee with a friend. I figured I had an hour to prepare for the interview. Run over my "story." I needed the pick-me-up since I forced myself to get up at 4am to listen to the earnings call the day before.
Hi, this is L.
Hi, this is C.
OH...I thought we were talking later at 11am....
No, I had it on my calendar for 10am. I would move it back, but I have a meeting.
Uh, ok. Well, I guess I won't have my last minute cram session. I'm ready to talk now if you are free...
Things sort of went up and down from there. I didn't really remember my name. I mumbled through my "interpretation" of their business model. That is, I threw out random terms hoping that one of them would make it seem like I knew something...and I actually do...it just didn't come across that way.
I wonder if it was as good for him as it was for me?
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Rebecca De Mornay
I managed to sneak out of work on Wednesday to attend the LA Arts show with GB. When a friend says free snacks, I will drive in the rain from Burbank to the west side during commute hours.
After parking in Siberia in the name of satellite parking at the event, we managed to squeeze into the shuttle bus. As we strolled up to the front of the big white tent, we saw William Shatner leaving!
Ok...where are the snacks?
Throughout the evening, we had a chance to see some interesting pieces. I must admit, I can't even imagine being so well off that buying a $48K picture of Angelina Jolie would classify as a sane idea. I will say that the Scott Richards pieces we saw were really interesting. They were constructed so that your mind and eyes processed different images. Very neat and different. Forget trying to "see" the dolphin in those pictures in the mall...
Rebecca was one of the highlights. She was TINY. I never saw legs that thin. And those legs were covered in thick denim! She looked great except for the fact that she almost ran into every painting she passed. Not because she was drunk but because I don't think she was walking on her own legs. The woman couldn't walk! Were her boots too high? Did she borrow Heather Mills' prosthetic? I didn't know what was going on...
After parking in Siberia in the name of satellite parking at the event, we managed to squeeze into the shuttle bus. As we strolled up to the front of the big white tent, we saw William Shatner leaving!
Ok...where are the snacks?
Throughout the evening, we had a chance to see some interesting pieces. I must admit, I can't even imagine being so well off that buying a $48K picture of Angelina Jolie would classify as a sane idea. I will say that the Scott Richards pieces we saw were really interesting. They were constructed so that your mind and eyes processed different images. Very neat and different. Forget trying to "see" the dolphin in those pictures in the mall...
Rebecca was one of the highlights. She was TINY. I never saw legs that thin. And those legs were covered in thick denim! She looked great except for the fact that she almost ran into every painting she passed. Not because she was drunk but because I don't think she was walking on her own legs. The woman couldn't walk! Were her boots too high? Did she borrow Heather Mills' prosthetic? I didn't know what was going on...
Rod Stewart
SK was visiting this weekend from San Fran. Early on we were remembering when we were complete dorks - but happy carefree dorks - in high school. There is something comforting about being around someone who has known you through various stages in life...and chooses to associate with you despite all of it. :)
Although it's just an area filled with random rich folks and tourists, we decided brunch and some Sprinkles cupcakes were worth the trip to Beverly Hills.
As we were coming around the corner from the parking garage by Starbucks on Beverly Blvd., I noticed this really tall and pretty woman walking past me. I was trying to figure out why she seemed so familiar to me. And then I saw him...Rod Stewart!
I almost bruised SK's arm whipping her around to see him before she missed him. I'm sure she appreciated me screaming into her ear in a forceful whisper...As a good host, I must do what I can to ensure my visitors see celebrities when they visit me in LA.
I still have that 45 of that some from Legal Eagles (before Debra Winger went crazy). Why did I buy Love Touch again?
Although it's just an area filled with random rich folks and tourists, we decided brunch and some Sprinkles cupcakes were worth the trip to Beverly Hills.
As we were coming around the corner from the parking garage by Starbucks on Beverly Blvd., I noticed this really tall and pretty woman walking past me. I was trying to figure out why she seemed so familiar to me. And then I saw him...Rod Stewart!
I almost bruised SK's arm whipping her around to see him before she missed him. I'm sure she appreciated me screaming into her ear in a forceful whisper...As a good host, I must do what I can to ensure my visitors see celebrities when they visit me in LA.
I still have that 45 of that some from Legal Eagles (before Debra Winger went crazy). Why did I buy Love Touch again?
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Mochi and Pinkberry
I was at Century City on Friday afternoon...looking for a new suit for interviews I plan to have sometime in my life. Don't know which company or when...but it's positive thinking in motion.
After a stop at Ann Taylor where that bitch salesperson questioned my presence in the petite section...
"Are you looking for regular or petitie?"
"Petite"
Raised eyebrow and judging head turn...
Bitch.
Of course the sales people thought DG and I were the most disfunctional couple...
"Hurry up. I want to go eat."
"Ok, Ok. Stop yelling at me."
If only they knew our level of intimacy only went as far as discussing the frequency (or infrequency) or our BMs.
DG and I went to Pinkberry after the suit purchasing ordeal. When he offered me a taste, I saw these cute little bits of fun sitting on top of the original flavor treat.
WHAT IS THIS?
Mochi.
Wait...I've never seen it sitting out there. How did you know you could get that?
Oh...they have it in back. It's not on the menu. You have to ask for it.
Now, I feel like I'm part of a secret society. I know of the mochi topping. And it's one that you want every time you get Pinkberry. Trust me.
Next time I go, I'm going to order an original with mochi. Hold the original.
Sometimes one discovery can make your day...
After a stop at Ann Taylor where that bitch salesperson questioned my presence in the petite section...
"Are you looking for regular or petitie?"
"Petite"
Raised eyebrow and judging head turn...
Bitch.
Of course the sales people thought DG and I were the most disfunctional couple...
"Hurry up. I want to go eat."
"Ok, Ok. Stop yelling at me."
If only they knew our level of intimacy only went as far as discussing the frequency (or infrequency) or our BMs.
DG and I went to Pinkberry after the suit purchasing ordeal. When he offered me a taste, I saw these cute little bits of fun sitting on top of the original flavor treat.
WHAT IS THIS?
Mochi.
Wait...I've never seen it sitting out there. How did you know you could get that?
Oh...they have it in back. It's not on the menu. You have to ask for it.
Now, I feel like I'm part of a secret society. I know of the mochi topping. And it's one that you want every time you get Pinkberry. Trust me.
Next time I go, I'm going to order an original with mochi. Hold the original.
Sometimes one discovery can make your day...
I Am Still Wet
Last weekend, I managed to convince DG and GB to go to Disneyland. Along for the ride was SH, DG's friend from work - one who had never been to the happiest place on earth. We all met up down in Anaheim ready for a day of fun. Not forced fun. Real fun.
Although I wanted to spend a good chunk of the day down there, I didn't realize the itinerary went from lunchtime to almost park closing time. Uh, ok. I guess I better eat some more Dole whip to keep me going all day.
Surprisingly, we managed to hit a lot of rides. We went on Space Mountain (where you might get decapitated in the dark), Indiana Jones (almost), Buzz Lightyear (for the competitive side of you), California Screamin', Soarin' over California (hmmm...smell that pine), the Orange vomit inducing swings, Tower of Terror, Thunder Mountain, and Small World (who said brainwashing wasn't fun?). Even better, we managed to polish off two bottles of wine at Ralph Brennan's Jazz Kitchen while learning that our waitress was almost a decade younger than us. (Oh, I was in 6th grade when the Macarena came out...)
Let's not forget that this was the night that I learned that I really do have man hands...
The one ride that brought the fun home was Splash Mountain. Who had the great idea of going on when it was cold and turning dark??? DG???? The one person with splash-resistant clothing??? Needless to say, we all came away drenched from that friggin' ride. I was walking around the park for hours with stiff jean legs...
And no...we are not going on Grizzly Run no matter how many beignets you offer me.
Even though it took about 48 hours to completely dry off from the adventure, I'm glad we braved the rapids. Isn't it more fun when things don't go exactly as planned?
Although I wanted to spend a good chunk of the day down there, I didn't realize the itinerary went from lunchtime to almost park closing time. Uh, ok. I guess I better eat some more Dole whip to keep me going all day.
Surprisingly, we managed to hit a lot of rides. We went on Space Mountain (where you might get decapitated in the dark), Indiana Jones (almost), Buzz Lightyear (for the competitive side of you), California Screamin', Soarin' over California (hmmm...smell that pine), the Orange vomit inducing swings, Tower of Terror, Thunder Mountain, and Small World (who said brainwashing wasn't fun?). Even better, we managed to polish off two bottles of wine at Ralph Brennan's Jazz Kitchen while learning that our waitress was almost a decade younger than us. (Oh, I was in 6th grade when the Macarena came out...)
Let's not forget that this was the night that I learned that I really do have man hands...
The one ride that brought the fun home was Splash Mountain. Who had the great idea of going on when it was cold and turning dark??? DG???? The one person with splash-resistant clothing??? Needless to say, we all came away drenched from that friggin' ride. I was walking around the park for hours with stiff jean legs...
And no...we are not going on Grizzly Run no matter how many beignets you offer me.
Even though it took about 48 hours to completely dry off from the adventure, I'm glad we braved the rapids. Isn't it more fun when things don't go exactly as planned?
Kate Hudson
In the beginning of much needed mid-week dinner break, my eye caught a glimpse of this hippie chick walking out of the restaurant. I was dining with some gal pals at Cafe Stella in Silverlake. A very cute French restaurant with an interestingly tangy onion soup.
Everyone was hovering over their cup of soup (yes, we each got an order) when I looked up to see the cute waif walk by. Without skipping a beat, I whispered to the table..
Kate Hudson
Kate Hudson
KATE HUDSON!
Sigh...it's always difficult being with people are more interested in food than celeb sightings.
Everyone was hovering over their cup of soup (yes, we each got an order) when I looked up to see the cute waif walk by. Without skipping a beat, I whispered to the table..
Kate Hudson
Kate Hudson
KATE HUDSON!
Sigh...it's always difficult being with people are more interested in food than celeb sightings.
Meltdown
Interviewing is definitely a skill. I would be worried if I was good at it. It just isn't natural to be "on" all of the time. It's like a corporate version of blind dating...and who is ever good on a blind date?
You want to put your best foot forward and let the hiring folks see the red carpet scrubbed version of you. But if you actually get a job there, that version of you will last for about three months before you lose the will to care. I mean...it's called work for a reason.
It's the same as putting on make up for a date when you never wear lipstick in real life. Last weekend, I came across 4 tubes that had been purchased in the early 21st century. Does that stuff go bad?
Because I had almost a week to fret over this phone interview, I tried to cram lots of annual report information into my brain. Used the evil internet to get refreshers on what the hell CAPM means. I even attempted to do product research and came across websites called adultlove.com and lonelycheatingwives.com. WHAT?! I just typed in an innocent search term...
Then, I spent hours thinking about answers to those age old questions such as: what is your biggest achievement? why do you want to work here? what three words would your colleagues use to describe you? I don't know...nothing seems all that brillant in the light of day. I work hard and consider myself smart, but I don't sit around reflecting on "achievements." Isn't making choices in life enough of an achievement? Do I have to be superwoman on top of that?
Clearly the guy on the other side of the phone is an overachiever. One of the scariest kind. The kind of person who doesn't come across as trying to impress. It's not big thing that he built a team of 35 in some other country, he had to come back to the US and do it again! Oh yeah, he also helps orphans while pursuing Olympic gold in relay races (teamwork of course). By the way, the guy is my age.
Leading up to the call, I just said...Fuck it. If I'm not what they want, then it's not the right place for me. It shouldn't be this hard, right? Of course there was a knot in my stomach the entire time. But in the end, I got through it ok.
Now the question is, do I go through with the next phone interview they want to schedule?
You want to put your best foot forward and let the hiring folks see the red carpet scrubbed version of you. But if you actually get a job there, that version of you will last for about three months before you lose the will to care. I mean...it's called work for a reason.
It's the same as putting on make up for a date when you never wear lipstick in real life. Last weekend, I came across 4 tubes that had been purchased in the early 21st century. Does that stuff go bad?
Because I had almost a week to fret over this phone interview, I tried to cram lots of annual report information into my brain. Used the evil internet to get refreshers on what the hell CAPM means. I even attempted to do product research and came across websites called adultlove.com and lonelycheatingwives.com. WHAT?! I just typed in an innocent search term...
Then, I spent hours thinking about answers to those age old questions such as: what is your biggest achievement? why do you want to work here? what three words would your colleagues use to describe you? I don't know...nothing seems all that brillant in the light of day. I work hard and consider myself smart, but I don't sit around reflecting on "achievements." Isn't making choices in life enough of an achievement? Do I have to be superwoman on top of that?
Clearly the guy on the other side of the phone is an overachiever. One of the scariest kind. The kind of person who doesn't come across as trying to impress. It's not big thing that he built a team of 35 in some other country, he had to come back to the US and do it again! Oh yeah, he also helps orphans while pursuing Olympic gold in relay races (teamwork of course). By the way, the guy is my age.
Leading up to the call, I just said...Fuck it. If I'm not what they want, then it's not the right place for me. It shouldn't be this hard, right? Of course there was a knot in my stomach the entire time. But in the end, I got through it ok.
Now the question is, do I go through with the next phone interview they want to schedule?
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Jason Segel
My friend JG from college came into town on his way to San Diego...to go to Joshua Tree...
I know, a strange way to get there.
After the airport run, we headed to Alegria on Sunset. Although I am in love with the carnitas, I have this lingering addition to the enchiladas suiza. I think I just want a delivery system for that salsa they put on the enchiladas.
In the spirit of "Yes and..." I ordered the honeydew aqua fresca.
Hello heaven. It was so refreshing. So simple and delicious. I didn't care at all that I was getting a major case of brain freeze drinking it all down.
Even though it was school night, I forced myself to take JG to the Dresden. A fun local spot with cheesy / awesome live music.
Staking out some prime real estate at the bar, I saw this guy walk by who looked familiar.
OH MY GOD. It's Marshall from How I Met Your Mother and Freaks and Geeks!!!
JG - I have to go to my car to get my phone so I can call LZ. She loves him!
He was with some friends who looked like typical Los Feliz hipsters. I wasn't sure if they were wearing the hats for function (to stay warm) or to look "cool." I wish he didn't have his shirt open so much...his chest hair was popping out to say hello. I was a bit disappointed after seeing him b/c he seemed like he was more "cool" than "geeky."
And I love geeky. :)
I know, a strange way to get there.
After the airport run, we headed to Alegria on Sunset. Although I am in love with the carnitas, I have this lingering addition to the enchiladas suiza. I think I just want a delivery system for that salsa they put on the enchiladas.
In the spirit of "Yes and..." I ordered the honeydew aqua fresca.
Hello heaven. It was so refreshing. So simple and delicious. I didn't care at all that I was getting a major case of brain freeze drinking it all down.
Even though it was school night, I forced myself to take JG to the Dresden. A fun local spot with cheesy / awesome live music.
Staking out some prime real estate at the bar, I saw this guy walk by who looked familiar.
OH MY GOD. It's Marshall from How I Met Your Mother and Freaks and Geeks!!!
JG - I have to go to my car to get my phone so I can call LZ. She loves him!
He was with some friends who looked like typical Los Feliz hipsters. I wasn't sure if they were wearing the hats for function (to stay warm) or to look "cool." I wish he didn't have his shirt open so much...his chest hair was popping out to say hello. I was a bit disappointed after seeing him b/c he seemed like he was more "cool" than "geeky."
And I love geeky. :)
Monday, December 17, 2007
What Not to Do
I hate late afternoon interviews. We are desperately trying to find someone to join the team as two other people turned down our offer. Gee...they must have better intel than I did before joining...
I'm gearing up for my own job search. I hate interviewing. That awkward process of selling yourself. Maybe if I tell myself I like it, I'll start to believe it. Anway, I figured interviewing people for my old job is a good way of getting ready to interview myself.
Although I freak out about getting questions I can't answer...I know that I am not as bad as the people I've seen. They've sucked for a variety of reasons. I think one of the worst things I've seen is the candidate who sucks the life out of you by just being in your presence.
You know those people who seem perfectly nice...but they just seem to have some endless air supply which allows them to continue chatting away without a break. It's like a bad game of double-dutch. I'm just inching forward and pulling back. When is it my turn?!
Then they don't seem to take the hint when you are moving them along...Are these people clueless? How are they in normal conversations?
"Well, it's getting late. I better get going."
"OH. You want to play one more round of Taboo? How about a game of crazy eights?"
The sad thing is that it's happened quite a bit...someone seems good on paper and then their personality just ruins things. My analogy for this is like when you open a box of chocolates. From the outside, you think the piece you pick up is going to be awesome. You take a bite and that nasty cherry liquor comes out. YUCK! I thought you had a caramel center!
Lesson learned...strive to be the caramel center!
I'm gearing up for my own job search. I hate interviewing. That awkward process of selling yourself. Maybe if I tell myself I like it, I'll start to believe it. Anway, I figured interviewing people for my old job is a good way of getting ready to interview myself.
Although I freak out about getting questions I can't answer...I know that I am not as bad as the people I've seen. They've sucked for a variety of reasons. I think one of the worst things I've seen is the candidate who sucks the life out of you by just being in your presence.
You know those people who seem perfectly nice...but they just seem to have some endless air supply which allows them to continue chatting away without a break. It's like a bad game of double-dutch. I'm just inching forward and pulling back. When is it my turn?!
Then they don't seem to take the hint when you are moving them along...Are these people clueless? How are they in normal conversations?
"Well, it's getting late. I better get going."
"OH. You want to play one more round of Taboo? How about a game of crazy eights?"
The sad thing is that it's happened quite a bit...someone seems good on paper and then their personality just ruins things. My analogy for this is like when you open a box of chocolates. From the outside, you think the piece you pick up is going to be awesome. You take a bite and that nasty cherry liquor comes out. YUCK! I thought you had a caramel center!
Lesson learned...strive to be the caramel center!
Martin Lawrence & Co
Not a likely bunch of celebs, but I managed to see a string of them on my way to Starbucks on the lot.
First, I saw a few actors coming out of a soundstage exit. Johnny Lee Miller in shorts (wasn't he cold?) and then Richard Schiff (Toby from The West Wing) popped out. They were heading to their trailers, but no one was chatting. Are they friends? Lunch buddies?
Then I was walking down the little avenue to Starbucks when I saw Martin Lawrence joking around with some folks. He wasn't bothered much by the crazy squirrels running around. He jumped into a black SUV. The car seemed a bit too big for someone who wasn't so big...
The last leg of my journey brought Tom Cavanaugh (sp?) from Ed. I don't know what he's working on these days, but he was chatting away on his cell phone looking a bit lost sitting by himself on the curb. I had seen him earlier in the morning wearing some hospital gown under his jacket. Now he was tall in real life!
Too bad I had to go back to work. :(
First, I saw a few actors coming out of a soundstage exit. Johnny Lee Miller in shorts (wasn't he cold?) and then Richard Schiff (Toby from The West Wing) popped out. They were heading to their trailers, but no one was chatting. Are they friends? Lunch buddies?
Then I was walking down the little avenue to Starbucks when I saw Martin Lawrence joking around with some folks. He wasn't bothered much by the crazy squirrels running around. He jumped into a black SUV. The car seemed a bit too big for someone who wasn't so big...
The last leg of my journey brought Tom Cavanaugh (sp?) from Ed. I don't know what he's working on these days, but he was chatting away on his cell phone looking a bit lost sitting by himself on the curb. I had seen him earlier in the morning wearing some hospital gown under his jacket. Now he was tall in real life!
Too bad I had to go back to work. :(
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Batteries
When I was at the video store today, I made a quick stop at the Ralphs next door.
Rent Waitress...but DO NOT rent The Nanny Diaries. Just trust me...especially on the latter.
While I was in the checkout line, my eye wandered around to the battery kiosk. OH MY GOD. I need AA batteries!
This may not seem like anything interesting, but I was standing there wondering why it took me 2 months to buy the batteries. Somehow it was ok for me to sit and rotate the dying batteries in my remote to get the VERY LAST bit of juice from them. I had to press buttons 4-5 times before anything would register. I would fast forward and then rewind then fast forward...it was kind of a nightmare watching tv with a remote without fresh batteries...yet I did it.
I came home and couldn't put down the remote. It was whole new world. Things happen when I push buttons! I get the channel I want. I can stop the dvr when I want!
It's weird how you can go through life and not make changes that would make things easier. I find that I'll just deal with the frustration b/c it's not a big enough deal to take action if it requires going out of your way. But then when you finally make the effort...it's like...why didn't I do this sooner? I wonder how many other things I'm doing that would fall into this category...
It doesn't take much to make me happy sometimes. :)
Rent Waitress...but DO NOT rent The Nanny Diaries. Just trust me...especially on the latter.
While I was in the checkout line, my eye wandered around to the battery kiosk. OH MY GOD. I need AA batteries!
This may not seem like anything interesting, but I was standing there wondering why it took me 2 months to buy the batteries. Somehow it was ok for me to sit and rotate the dying batteries in my remote to get the VERY LAST bit of juice from them. I had to press buttons 4-5 times before anything would register. I would fast forward and then rewind then fast forward...it was kind of a nightmare watching tv with a remote without fresh batteries...yet I did it.
I came home and couldn't put down the remote. It was whole new world. Things happen when I push buttons! I get the channel I want. I can stop the dvr when I want!
It's weird how you can go through life and not make changes that would make things easier. I find that I'll just deal with the frustration b/c it's not a big enough deal to take action if it requires going out of your way. But then when you finally make the effort...it's like...why didn't I do this sooner? I wonder how many other things I'm doing that would fall into this category...
It doesn't take much to make me happy sometimes. :)
Pomegranate and Dark Chocolate
In my quest to eat as much as possible before my midnight fast (doctor's orders for the annual checkup)...I discovered these new ice cream bars from Haagen Daazs. It's from there "reserve." Dunno what that means...is the flavor combo going to go back into a vault for 5 years? Is this Disney?
I'm not sure if it's a marketing push that's created this pomegranate phenom. I see that fruit everywhere. I don't mind it one bit since I love it. I can't get enough of those little fruit juice seeds. They have a little burst of flavor every time you crunch down on them. A little tart and a little sweet.
The bigger question is why I just filled out a Facebook profile. I probably have profiles on MySpace and other sites b/c some friend invited me to their network. But why do I sign up when I have no intention of ever really using it. Maybe I'm too old to take advantage of this whole new world on the web. I'm pretty much an email and yahoo maps girl. I can't keep track of all of my login IDs and PWs. Stop the madness!
I'm not sure if it's a marketing push that's created this pomegranate phenom. I see that fruit everywhere. I don't mind it one bit since I love it. I can't get enough of those little fruit juice seeds. They have a little burst of flavor every time you crunch down on them. A little tart and a little sweet.
The bigger question is why I just filled out a Facebook profile. I probably have profiles on MySpace and other sites b/c some friend invited me to their network. But why do I sign up when I have no intention of ever really using it. Maybe I'm too old to take advantage of this whole new world on the web. I'm pretty much an email and yahoo maps girl. I can't keep track of all of my login IDs and PWs. Stop the madness!
Bertolli Frozen Dinners
One of the challenges on Top Chef was to create something you could freeze and then cook later without the meal tasting icky. Cleverly sponsored by Bertolli and pimped out by Rocco DiSpirito (what ever happened to The Restaurant?). Some of the things the contestants created didn't look so good, but strangely enough the Bertolli creations seemed "delicious."
I always wondered what those chefs eat on a regular basis...a lot of the food they deem inedible are things I don't think would be too bad...I mean how could ill prepared brocollini be the worst dish prepared in 3 seasons? Would they throw me in jail for eating overcooked eggs? Whatever.
After throwing in 6 packs of the chicken "healthy" ramen noodles into my basket, I realized I was at Albertson's to pick up a Bertolli dinner. And yes, you can buy the "expensive" $0.59 healthy noodles vs. the 8/$1 unhealthy ones. But be aware they are all packaged in green plastic...so don't pick up the wrong variety by accident.
Why do I get so distracted by roaming the aisles? Focus.
Hello meatballs. Hello gnocchi.
These are fun for anyone who wants to feel as though they are cooking at home without actually cooking. You don't even have to add anything! Not even water. Throw it in a skillet pan and cover. It's so easy and you have the dishes and pans to clean after to make you feel as though you cooked. And no pressure to buy ingredients that you have to use before they go bad.
As if anyone who knows me would expect more? This is a step up from takeout though...
But I can make some mean baked goods. The best oatmeal raisin cookies around...
I always wondered what those chefs eat on a regular basis...a lot of the food they deem inedible are things I don't think would be too bad...I mean how could ill prepared brocollini be the worst dish prepared in 3 seasons? Would they throw me in jail for eating overcooked eggs? Whatever.
After throwing in 6 packs of the chicken "healthy" ramen noodles into my basket, I realized I was at Albertson's to pick up a Bertolli dinner. And yes, you can buy the "expensive" $0.59 healthy noodles vs. the 8/$1 unhealthy ones. But be aware they are all packaged in green plastic...so don't pick up the wrong variety by accident.
Why do I get so distracted by roaming the aisles? Focus.
Hello meatballs. Hello gnocchi.
These are fun for anyone who wants to feel as though they are cooking at home without actually cooking. You don't even have to add anything! Not even water. Throw it in a skillet pan and cover. It's so easy and you have the dishes and pans to clean after to make you feel as though you cooked. And no pressure to buy ingredients that you have to use before they go bad.
As if anyone who knows me would expect more? This is a step up from takeout though...
But I can make some mean baked goods. The best oatmeal raisin cookies around...
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Linked In
This has been tested...you can unlink crazy people who managed to get accepted into your network without them getting a notification. I accepted an invitation from someone who turned out to be a stalker. I'm not kidding. It felt like that movie single white female without me being white.
So I was afraid to de-link her. What if she gets a notice and starts her reign of terror again?! I linked in my friend MC and then took him out of my network. No notice to the person you are freezing out. :) You won't show up as a contact anymore, but they won't get an email alerting them to the fact.
Christmas means giving.
So I was afraid to de-link her. What if she gets a notice and starts her reign of terror again?! I linked in my friend MC and then took him out of my network. No notice to the person you are freezing out. :) You won't show up as a contact anymore, but they won't get an email alerting them to the fact.
Christmas means giving.
Ben Stiller
E&G were down visiting last weekend. On Sat, we managed to make it down to Disneyland. I always forget how fun it is during the holidays with everything decorated. Especially the NBX themed Haunted Mansion. I wish we had time for Small World, but I was excited to go on the Buzz Lightyear ride. It's a sad thing when an adult likes a ride b/c you get to shoot lasers at targets for points. I suppose there is a hidden competitive person inside of me...
When we were wandering around the big store in Downtown Disney, DG came over to tell me that he and E had spotted Ben Stiller in the shop. The scary thing is that I didn't hesitate to throw down the shirt I had in my hand to follow them.
He was standing around with some VIP host and his daughter. I don't know why I'm always shocked at how little these stars are. He was tiny. On a good day, he is a few inches taller than me. If I'm being nice, I can give him 5'8". And so little...why were his thighs smaller than mine?!
Of course I forgot about him 2 secs after I saw him b/c DG drew my attention to the softest Eeyore plush. Again, why am I hugging this stuffed animal out in public? So soft...
The trip was complete after I got my grubby little paws on the beignets at from the jazz kitchen restaurant. I love that they dump them in a bag with powered sugar that you can shake up. It's almost like making shake and bake pork chops. Yes...that used to be a signature dish of mine in high school.
When we were wandering around the big store in Downtown Disney, DG came over to tell me that he and E had spotted Ben Stiller in the shop. The scary thing is that I didn't hesitate to throw down the shirt I had in my hand to follow them.
He was standing around with some VIP host and his daughter. I don't know why I'm always shocked at how little these stars are. He was tiny. On a good day, he is a few inches taller than me. If I'm being nice, I can give him 5'8". And so little...why were his thighs smaller than mine?!
Of course I forgot about him 2 secs after I saw him b/c DG drew my attention to the softest Eeyore plush. Again, why am I hugging this stuffed animal out in public? So soft...
The trip was complete after I got my grubby little paws on the beignets at from the jazz kitchen restaurant. I love that they dump them in a bag with powered sugar that you can shake up. It's almost like making shake and bake pork chops. Yes...that used to be a signature dish of mine in high school.
Why Am I Crying?
Granted it wasn't a long sobbing cry. A few tears hanging on to my eyelids for dear life...Don't roll down my cheeks!
I was sitting in my office talking to one of the few genuine people in my team. Just feeling a bit out of control. Sometimes it's tough to roll with the punches when you feel like everyone has a fast pass to the front of the line to make your life sucky.
What BH reminded me of at the time was that I am in control. He was right. In an instant, I felt better.
I have to keep my eyes on the prize (new job) and not get sucked into the drama where I work. It's funny that the new assistant who left a hair salon to work in a more professional corporate environment told me that she too feels like she's in high school. All I can say is that I'll graduate and the rest of them can stay in summer school all they want.
I was sitting in my office talking to one of the few genuine people in my team. Just feeling a bit out of control. Sometimes it's tough to roll with the punches when you feel like everyone has a fast pass to the front of the line to make your life sucky.
What BH reminded me of at the time was that I am in control. He was right. In an instant, I felt better.
I have to keep my eyes on the prize (new job) and not get sucked into the drama where I work. It's funny that the new assistant who left a hair salon to work in a more professional corporate environment told me that she too feels like she's in high school. All I can say is that I'll graduate and the rest of them can stay in summer school all they want.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Danny Glover
TW and I were walking back from Starbucks today. Another escape trip from work. When we passed by the "Lost" building, we saw the advisor-campaign guy on Rob Lowe's team on Brothers & Sisters. I knew that Rob Lowe must have been nearby...but TW wouldn't wait with me!!!
As we were walking back to the bridge, I noticed this tall man in a dark suit.
DANNY!!!
No, I didn't scream. But I was excited on the inside. He was in Lethal Weapon!!!
I'm still wondering what his deal is. Have you heard him on the show? Why is he speaking so slowly? It's really distracting...it's like watching someone sing off tempo.
Oh well. Maybe a brat pack sighting next time.
And by the way, I was talking to a guy at work about movie prices...those brat pack movies were $4.50 back in my day! The same time period when I paid 35 cents for the T in Boston.
As we were walking back to the bridge, I noticed this tall man in a dark suit.
DANNY!!!
No, I didn't scream. But I was excited on the inside. He was in Lethal Weapon!!!
I'm still wondering what his deal is. Have you heard him on the show? Why is he speaking so slowly? It's really distracting...it's like watching someone sing off tempo.
Oh well. Maybe a brat pack sighting next time.
And by the way, I was talking to a guy at work about movie prices...those brat pack movies were $4.50 back in my day! The same time period when I paid 35 cents for the T in Boston.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Walk Hard
I didn't think this was going to be funny. I never turn down free movies...so I went on Friday night. LR invited me to be her plus one at the press screening. And when I hear press screening...I know there will be free candy!!! How did I forget how good gummy bears are?
I was pleasantly surprised. I saw the preview and thought the movie was going to a combination of funny bits and some stretches of blah. I found myself laughing through most of the movie. Lots of the dialogue was so ridiculous in a very clever way. I even laughed at the end of the credits when they had a little surprise.
It was really cool seeing all those improv people pop up in the film too. It was fun trying to spot the other random famous folks through the film. Why is Eddie Vedder so cool and handsome? Try and spot Jack White...And I even liked the music! I found myself tapping my foot along while chomping on my gummy bears.
Fun for the holidays...go check it out!
I was pleasantly surprised. I saw the preview and thought the movie was going to a combination of funny bits and some stretches of blah. I found myself laughing through most of the movie. Lots of the dialogue was so ridiculous in a very clever way. I even laughed at the end of the credits when they had a little surprise.
It was really cool seeing all those improv people pop up in the film too. It was fun trying to spot the other random famous folks through the film. Why is Eddie Vedder so cool and handsome? Try and spot Jack White...And I even liked the music! I found myself tapping my foot along while chomping on my gummy bears.
Fun for the holidays...go check it out!
Ramen is Back
Well, it's back in my diet. I was roaming the supermarket aisles last week, and I discovered "healthier" ramen noodles. Apparently these have 80% less fat than the delicious but toxic variety we all cooked in college in those tiny hot pots. (Why does our tea taste like beef top ramen?)
YEAH!!!
Now I can make my little snack of cut up ham and my noodles. Why does this make me so happy?
And why can't I eat just one pack? I think I've gotten over eating two packs of noodles...for now. It's mind over msg, right? Still, I don't see how half a pack is the official serving size. For a little person?
YEAH!!!
Now I can make my little snack of cut up ham and my noodles. Why does this make me so happy?
And why can't I eat just one pack? I think I've gotten over eating two packs of noodles...for now. It's mind over msg, right? Still, I don't see how half a pack is the official serving size. For a little person?
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