Eating Tomato

Yes, I have been away from the computer for the past two days enjoying life. No apologies! I thought I'd start with some photos.

Your Monday Photo Shoot: Show what you did with your Memorial Day Weekend. I figure most of you got some pictures in over the last couple of days, yes?

Just a handful, actually. Since I worked through the weekend (and even if I hadn't, I would have avoided the tourist areas and the beaches because I HATE CROWDS) I didn't have anything to photograph until Monday itself when Scott came in from the balcony holding the first tomato!

It looks huge in this picture, doesn't it? Not so. It's actually sitting on the top of a roll of paper towels that's about half-gone. Anyway, those of you who have been following the growth of the tomato plant probably understand how excited Scott was about this. He immediately cut it and ate it.

It tasted much better than you would think from looking at this picture! I actually only had one piece, which I covered with a basil leaf from the balcony herb garden. That was tasty! Now let's hope that the plant survives long enough to provide me with that Caprese salad I've been waiting for!

Pulitzer Worthy

The first line of this news story is possibly the greatest first line of a news story ever:

M-I-C ... see you in court. K-E-Y ... Why? Because you punched a cop.

Of course, the second line stretches a bit when the reporter refers to the suspects as a "goofy group."

Apparently I should pay more attention to the New York Daily News. The only exposure I have had before now is when Regis holds up the NY papers and shows the sports headlines. But really, if they always have this much fun with the news, it might be a fun way to catch up on my gossip. (notice I didn't say "news." that's what I have cnn.com and wftv.com for)

Thoughts on Pierogies

• I learned this morning that there are microwave directions on a box of Mrs. T's. This is excellent news! Cover with water, a layer of plastic wrap*, 5 minutes in the nukery, and voila! This cooks the pasta quite nicely. The potato on the inside - still icy. But that's ok because I was taking them for lunch at work anyway. That's nothing another minute on high won't cure.

• The 5 second rule gets extended to 10 seconds when there are only 10 pierogies in the box and one goes plop! right in front of your feet. Sure, it shouldn't have taken more than 5 seconds to pick it up, but I just woke up (after falling asleep somewhere around 3:45. note to self: no more reading blog archives until 3 am) and my reflexes are a little slow. I did rinse the little escapee under running water before reuniting it with its 9 friends.

• I love pierogies. The ones I have for dinner are the sour cream & chives type, which give me mad onion breath. I still sometimes miss the Sunday brunch buffet at Eat n Park. Gotta love those Western Pennsylvania Polish. In college, a bunch of us would all go and I would have pierogies, mashed potatoes, and occasionally some bacon or other fried meat product. Mostly, I was there for the carbs.

* It seems we are out of plastic wrap. Or Scott has hidden it. Or I'm just unobservant. We do, however, have two large sheets of wrap covering the 2" x 4" remainder of a pineapple upside down cake. (yes, Scott made it) So I took one of those sheets of plastic to cover my microwave-safe bowl. I used it upside down, so that the cake crumbs wouldn't fall into the vat of boiling water.

The TV Kid

Scalzi's Weekend Assignment: You watched some bad TV as a kid. Tell us your favorites. Now, this doesn't mean you realized at the time it was bad. Just now, in the fullness of time, you recognized that your viewing choices left something to be desired. For the purposes of this assignment, try to stick with shows that were aimed at kids, although if you can't think of any, prime time shows are okay as well.

Extra Credit: How much TV did you watch when you were a kid? A lot? A little?

Pardon me while I answer the extra credit first.

I watched a LOT of TV when I was a kid. I'm not even going to try to justify this. I just did. Some of my earliest memories (and stories my Mom has told me) revolve around Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers. It's hard for me to look back at all of that TV without my nostalgic rose-tinted glasses on, but I'll give it a shot.

For the purpose of this entry, I am going to completely skip over cartoons. I loved Smurfs, Snorks, He-Man, She-Ra, Jem (who is, after all, truly truly truly outrageous), Care Bears, Rainbow Brite, and tons more I'm sure I'm temporarily blanking out on. Aside from clips of the Smurfs on "I Love the 80's," I haven't seen any of these cartoons in ages and therefore remember them as masterpieces and not just poorly-drawn 30-minute commercials for cool toys.

embarrassing side note: As a kid, I knew there was a difference between cartoons and live action. Cartoons were people dressed up in plastic suits. I was probably older than I should have been when I finally learned about animation.

I have two particular live-action shows that I have, in the past year, dropped into the "bad" category.

The first is Fraggle Rock. As a kid, I loved Fraggle Rock. I loved it so much that last year I dropped the entire first season into my NetFlix queue, thinking I'd enjoy hours of Uncle Traveling Matt, the Doozers, and the Trash Heap. I didn't even make it through the first two episodes on the first DVD. Ugh! They broke into song at least three times an episode, and the songs weren't even good! I also found myself cringing every time they busted up one of those cool structures the Doozers built.

The second show I have learned to loathe is Full House. I never thought that the Olsen twins were cute. I couldn't figure out how they got the gig when there must have been dozens of other identical twins in Hollywood with stage mothers-in-waiting. Even so, that was one of my original "must see" TV shows. Now that Full House is on Nick at Night, I find myself unable to sit through an episode. Something about Bob Saget screams "creepy old man" to me, and I hate watching him interact with those little girls.

Sadly, I think most people out there would argue that my taste in television as a kid (even when you throw in the "new" Mickey Mouse Club, Blossom, Kids Incorporated, etc.) was better than it is now. I know Mr. ParkHopper would probably rather watch a Full House episode than an episode of any of my Bravo guilty pleasures, Kathy Griffin, Top Chef, or Project Runway!

Of Windshields and Bugs

The Obligatory May Love Bug Post

Yes, it is May, the first - and lesser - of two months of love bugs here in Florida. These things fascinate me like almost nothing else on Earth. They appear like clockwork on the first of May and disappear on June 1 (yes, there are stragglers, hush!) and then reappear for an encore in September.

This morning I had occasion to laugh out loud at the poor schmuck in front of me on my way to work. We were stopped at a portion of the road restricted to one-lane traffic (darn road construction) and he had his windows down. All of a sudden, I saw him swatting in a dozen directions at once, trying to shoo the love bugs back out the windows on both sides of the car. I didn't feel too bad for him, since the hard hat and illegal U-turn made it obvious he was working at the construction site and therefore wouldn't be in the car for too long.

During this stop, I had a pair of "loving" bugs land on my windshield. And it took a good 2 or 3 miles at 55 mph before they finally departed. It was so impressive to me I was having trouble splitting my focus between the bugs and the road. Really! The female was anchored on the glass, but the poor male was flapping in the wind like a kite with a tiny penis for a string.

And then I had a similar experience on my way home tonight. As I was getting into my car, I noticed some Jurassic-looking roach ancestor on my windshield almost exactly where the love bugs had been. I wanted to just turn on my windshield wipers, but didn't want to smear guts all over the place, so I decided to just let it ride (ha! let it ride!). This mega bug lasted much longer than I had hoped, and was actually able to walk a few steps to stop its antennae (you know, the ones the same length as its body) from flapping around. THAT creeped me out! Finally, it disengaged from the glass, and I heard a distinctive crunch as it made contact with some other part of my car. Yes. I heard it crunch. While driving. With the CD player on. I told you it was a mega bug!

Anyway, back to love bugs. According to that Wikipedia article I linked to up top, they are not the result of a UF science experiment gone wrong. Huh. You learn something new every day!

Yaaaargh!

Pirates 3 opens tonight at 8 pm. Sadly, I won't get to see it until Monday at the earliest. It is going to be so hard to not listen to everyone else I know talking about this movie until I get to see it (of course, this is the same reason I'll be at Wal Mart buying the last Harry Potter book at midnight the day it comes out).

Anyway, here's a Pirates fix for anyone else out there who might be in desperate need of one:

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Testing 1..2..

How's this for a weird image? Apparently the folks who make colored contacts really don't want you to have even one pair without paying for it. The solution? Write the word TEST in bold white letters across the lens. Man, if I could get a pair that say JAMIE, I wouldn't have to even wear a name tag anymore!

The sample lenses also have no correction in them, so I could potentially wear both new lenses out of the house, but would still have to wear my glasses. Why bother?

So here's both different lenses, each compared with my real eye color. These pictures were taken in the bathroom, which has much brighter lighting than any place people would actually see me. And you know what? They are supposed to be green! The Acuvue lenses (the top "TEST" picture) make my eyes look like more of an aqua/teal color, and the FreshLook one just isn't the shade I was looking for. The contact lens lady gave me two samples designed to "enhance light eyes." Apparently that's not what I wanted.

I don't think I'll be ordering either of these lenses. I'll probably go back with Scott when he picks up his new glasses and see if they'll give me some other ones to play with. Maybe I'd be happier with a sapphire blue instead. Or perhaps this is just a passing phase and I'll just be happy with my real eye color.

NOTE: yes, I realize my eyebrows/bangs are a complete mess. I tried to crop them out of the pictures as much as possible.

Randomness

Hi all - here's some unrelated thoughts for you today:

* I watched about 1/2 of the Idol final competition show last night. What can I say? There was nothing else on and Scott was outside cooking dinner. Anyway, I'm a little confused about how this Blake guy made it into the finals. He just wasn't that good. Jordin swept the floor with him. Of course, it's Idol, so I know that talent doesn't really dictate the winner. Anyway, she's good, but she's good like Diana DiGarmo - good voice, young girl, will probably be forgotten before her first album is released. Bonus: my boyfriend's band, Daughtry, closed out the show last night. Sadly, there was no number at the bottom of the screen to vote for him.

* Since I was out of contacts, Scott and I took our annual pilgrimage to the eye doctor yesterday. I still have trouble understanding why we drive allll the way to Winter Haven to be mis-treated by office staff (yesterday it was "you were here in November. are you having trouble with your eyes?" "oh you just need to order contacts then?" they didn't get the whole concept of insurance will only pay for the contacts if I actually see the doctor too), and then Scott has to wait a few weeks for his glasses to come in and then he's going to drive allllllll the way to Lakeland because no one in the Winter Haven office is capable of fitting glasses.

* There's some extra money in my FSA card, and I am contemplating spending a little of that money on some green contacts. I have two free samples of different lenses, so look for a photo post maybe later today.

* We stopped at Cracker Barrel on the way home and laughed from the moment we were seated until we left. Must be something about near-starvation and dilated pupils that makes the things on the walls there funnier. I was really angry at myself for not having my camera, since there was a rather "Brokeback" print above our table. Seriously. There was a man laying on his stomach, and another man straddling man #1's butt with his hands on the guy's kidneys. Yes, they were fully clothed. Yes, it still looked a little more like sodomy than you'd expect in a 1950's advertising print. I don't remember what product it was advertising, but the caption said something along the lines of "knowing how to resuscitate someone can save their life." I don't think people ever thought CPR was done on the kidneys.

* Mmm...grilled catfish with mashed potatoes, fried okra, and fried apples...

* Mmm...strawberry shortcake...

* Oh, Mylanta!

* Also at Cracker Barrel: the next time you are there checking out, look up. This particular store has farm instruments hanging from the ceiling - even axes and picks - by near-invisible wire. I asked the lady checking us out if she ever got scared standing under those things, and she looked up, then looked at me and said, "not until now." Oops! Well really, why would you hang a "decorative" axe from the ceiling? That's just irresponsible!

* I'm not in the habit of doing product reviews, but I thought this was worth a mention. A few weeks ago, Cat gave me a bunch of free samples of the Schick Intuition razor. I don't know why she had them all, but I never turn down anything free! They sat under the sink in the bathroom until I completely ran out of my "good" razors. I tried it out this morning and was really impressed. In fact, if the pricing on the refills is the same for these as they are for the Venus razor I have now, I'll probably switch. These things are completely surrounded by some kind of skin care stuff, so they lather, shave, and moisturize at the same time. And they shave well - I didn't have to go over the same spot more than once.

* We have to go grocery shopping today. I hate shopping. But if I don't go, I lose the right to complain about what I have for lunch for the week.

Tomato - Day 48

On my last tomato-update post, I was very excited about the three tiny green tomatoes on the plant. Imagine my surprise when I went out today and found a whopping TEN tiny green tomatoes on there...

Not only do we have an abundance of potential, we have one phenomenal grower turning a shade that is most definitely NOT green...

It's not quite red yet, but this is definitely a step in the right direction! It's also pretty small, even for a Roma, but the plant is young and I'm really excited about what the next month will hold for this project! **fingers crossed**

I'll Be Your Doll...

Scott and I caught the last 1/2 hour of Guys and Dolls on TV last night. I can't remember the last time I actually saw any of the first half of the movie, but we catch that last part quite a bit. And every time, I find myself totally swooning over Marlon Brando.

Here he is, saying "Who knew somebody who looks like this would end up as the Godfather?" Well, I guess it would be unrealistic to think that someone who looked this good in a movie that came out the year my mother was born would still be attractive in my lifetime.

Oh well Sky, we'll always have Havana.

Wedding: The Aftermath

I would like to share a series of conversations with you. The Boss called the Catering Manager, and then asked me to follow up:

Boss: We need to borrow 80 champagne glasses.
CM: Fine. Do you want me to send them up?
Boss: No, I'll have a receiver come down.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Boss (to me): Call receiving and have them bring 100 champagne glasses up to The Bar.
Me: OK. (calls receiving, is told by the guy in charge that he would pass my request on to stewarding) He said he would pass that along to stewarding.
Boss: You called Receiving? Stewarding does that.
Me: You SAID to call Receiving!
Boss: I meant Stewarding. Call them.
Me: The Receiving guy said he would pass along the request.
Boss: He won't.

That's pretty much indicative of how most of my day went yesterday. I believe that the wedding and the dinner went well, although that's only what I could muster from bits of conversation with people who were actually in the room for any of it. Of course our servers, who each made somewhere around $250 on that one seating (and most also stayed for the regular restaurant seating and probably made more than that again), were mad that they didn't make enough money (cry me a river).

I pretty much walked out last night exhausted (so tired that I had Scott drive me home) and crestfallen. I spent a whole lot of man hours on that wedding in the past three months. Probably more than both the bosses combined. And at the end of the day, everyone got a little bit of the glory except for me. I guess that's just what happens when you are in a support role. I'm trying to just accept that and move on, not take it all personally, and tell myself that I am appreciated, even though they don't tell me that as often as I would like.

Juggling

Well, it looks like this whole choir thing is going to require a lot more juggling than I previously expected. I think I mentioned before that rehearsals are on Mon/Weds/Thurs nights, but that there's a make-up rehearsal on Sunday mornings. So I didn't think that the Thursdays would be such a big deal.

Umm... the FIRST rehearsal is on a Thursday! I can't miss the first one! So now I'm thinking maybe I'll beg the part-timer to trade Tuesdays for Thursdays or something like that. Of course, that means I'll be driving out that way 7 days a week. That kinda sucks too. Or I can burn a vacation day for that first rehearsal and judge for myself whether the rest of the Thursdays are missable.

Oh well - just one more thing to think about again after tomorrow when this big wedding at work is done.

B-eautiful

Scalzi's Monday Photo Shoot: Take a picture of something beginning with the letter "B". That shouldn't be too brain-busting, right?

No John, not too brain busting at all! In fact, this photo shoot gives me the chance to show off some of the best pictures I've ever taken. Shall we?

Here's another bonsai tree captured during the Flower & Garden Festival at Epcot. Of course, I already showed off my favorite bonsai picture, but I like that you can see my former workplace in the background of this one.

And my second picture is also from Flower & Garden. The last time I showed one of my butterfly photos off, my Mom made a comment about how amazing it was that I actually got a picture of one. I have a confession though: there's a whole butterfly house full of flowers they love, and there are tons of them in there. It makes it easy for you to snap a bunch of pictures.

While this wasn't my favorite butterfly picture (poor thing has a broken wing), I just love the colors of the blossoms and blooms.

There's lots more beautiful blossoms, bonsai, and butterflies on my slide show.

$400...So Far

The check engine light has to do with a faulty speed sensor. That's what they tell me. The guy also asked if I had changed my transmission fluid recently because it looked too clean. Umm... no. So the speed sensor was going to cost just under $400 for parts and labor. And he expressed some concern over the possibility of the transmission failing again.

That's comforting!

I did a little research and found this article, which sounds a lot like what my car is doing. Maybe I caught it in time and the car will hold out for another few months. We have $1,000 in a 6-month certificate at the bank, and I'd like to wait until that one matures before spending big money. This car has a little over 72,000 miles on it, and I'm starting to think it is going to take a miracle for me to make it to 75k.

That being said, I've started contemplating a new car. I still have some faith in the Accent. The car has been really good to me with the exception of the transmission, which would have been covered by the power train warranty had I stayed up-to-date on all of my preventative maintenance. The gas mileage is excellent - still around 30 mpg. And the car is so small I can parallel park almost anywhere. Of course, I could also handle an Ion. I like Scott's car, and it really is nicer than my car. And the pricing is pretty comparable.

The Hyundai warranty is pretty spectacular, although apparently Saturn now has a 5 year/100,000 mile power train warranty (same distance, half the time). It will probably come down to who will give me a better value on my crappy trade-in with my crappy credit. And while I'm pretty low-maintenance as far as power door locks/windows/etc. go, I do like the fact that the Saturn comes standard with power locks PLUS a year of on-star. Oh - and the new CD player (standard) has an auxiliary jack for an external MP3 player. Sign me up!

For now, my car is ready to go. Of course, I can't pick it up until tomorrow, but at least it's ready. Hopefully this was $400 well-spent and I won't be back spending the same amount for something else next month. For $400/month, I could be driving an Aura hybrid!

I Made It!

Mark your calendar for July 26 27 or 28 at 8pm. You have a commitment!

Yeah baby - you have to come and hear me (and 100+ of my closest friends) sing songs from the movies.

...assuming I can get those nights off from work. Who am I kidding? Of course I'll get those nights off! Anyway, that's all I really know for now. Rehearsals start a month from tomorrow (tomorrow, by the way, is my seven year company anniversary. I remember when I swore I wouldn't be here for five years!). Maybe by then I'll know more about tickets and everything.

This almost makes up for the fact that my check engine light came back on tonight when I pulled out of the parking lot at work.

Aliens in the Pantry

This morning starting around 7:00, Kilo decided he wanted attention and the only way to get said attention would be to continually body slam the door separating us and to howl as loudly as his lungs would allow.

Yes. I had to kill him.

Just kidding. I finally got up to kill him 10 minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off. Lo, their food and water were both empty. (didn't I fill the food before bed? of course! but apparently they were hungry) So I fed and watered them and decided not to kill the cat.

I climbed back into bed and fell asleep for my remaining 8 minutes of "night" and was awakened halfway through my snooze by more body slamming and yowling. This time he got a handful of water in the face and I got in the shower (early).

Even now, he's being really weird. And Milo isn't himself either. So perhaps there's something wicked in the air. Earthquake coming? Hurricane? (speaking of, I'm on the ride-out crew for work - from my area, just my two managers and me and one server signed up) Fire? Flood? Perhaps not.

I finally convinced my citrus snob husband to let me buy some grapefruits from Publix when we went grocery shopping last week. I remembered that this morning, and decided to squeeze myself some juice. So I got the juicer out of the pantry and it is covered in some weird green slime.

At first, I thought maybe we had put it back without washing it and it had grown mold. So I sniffed it. No smell. It's almost like Palmolive, but our dish soap is orange. Maybe there's an alien living in my pantry eating cat food and depositing its waste in my juicer.

At any rate, the juicer is back in the sink. I had to squeeze the grapefruit by hand, which was messy and inefficient. Hopefully the slime will come off and I'll be able to try again tomorrow.

The Celebration

This week's interesting project: The Restaurant is going to be closed for one night only in the summer so that we can celebrate our accomplishments. I guess they do this every year - take everyone out for a nice dinner to remind us all that we rock. I'll take that over a poke in the eye any day!

Anyway, immediately after the big announcement, the Chefs told me to find a day where we didn't have any reservations on the books yet so that we could party. Of course, that turned out to be impossible, so the task turned to finding a day where we would be inconveniencing the fewest number of people. And then I got to be the lucky gal to call them all back and tell them that we had to reschedule them. It was only 3 parties, but two were celebrating special occasions that night. They were pretty understanding (no, I didn't tell them why we were closing, and I was prepared to lie through my teeth and say that I had no idea why), and I'm sure they will be well taken care of when they do come in.

I also spent an hour and a half of overtime on Thursday night changing out our wine lists. Of course, all told I think Scott will probably end up with something between 15 and 20 hours of OT this week. He's been late every day this week! Needless to say, I'm looking forward to Tuesday. I hear we have a day off together and no previous engagements.

About That "Good Sleep"

After blogging last night, I had a glass of wine and then went to bed. I think I fell asleep a little bit after 10, and then slept through until a little after 8 this morning (the alarm was set for 9). I did get up to pee around 11. When I came back to bed, Scott was watching The Daily Show and I said, "oh look - it's that show that I watch when I'm not asleep" while climbing back into bed. I was unconscious within a minute. Also, I'm not entirely sure that's what I said. It's what I think I said, but at night the two are sometimes vastly different.

Goodbye, weekend. Today I shall return to work and try not to whine about my sore feet to my coworkers!

Yet Another Day at Epcot

I spent a very full day today at Epcot (full as in 9 am to 7:30 pm) with my cousin Steve and his wife and 3 kids, plust Aunt Mary and Uncle Rich. Needless to say, I'm exhausted. I had a really good day, but my feet are throbbing and my legs and back aren't a whole lot better. There will be good sleep tonight!

Here's two pictures - one of Steve's family, and one of Steve as Sir Gallahad in an audience participation version of King Arthur and the Holy Grail:

Good night, and the next time anyone comes to visit, be forewarned that we won't be going to Epcot!

Purple TOES, TomaTOES, and Other Assorted PhoTO(E)S

Today was just screaming to be a Photo Blog sort of day. Who am I to argue with fate? Where to begin? Of course, with purple toes!

Cat and I went out yesterday and had lunch, got pedicures, and bought some wine. OK, I bought some wine. Red, even. And it's tasty! But anyway, I like having a color on my toes that surprises me when I look down. And I think I've accomplished that with the dark purple. I've been calling these my "goth toes." Scott asked if I was planning on dying my hair black too, and I said yes and I wanted to find some lipstick to match the polish. My toe nails and underwear are really the only ways for me to "rage" against the "conservative classic look" I have to have for work. (and yes, Milo approves)

Can you see the three tomatoes on this plant? We haven't yet been able to achieve a red tomato. So far, they get to a certain size and then start turning black on the bottom. I'm assuming that it's because the plant is young and can't really afford to support its offspring. Well, I'm hoping. I was really looking forward to that Caprese salad!

And the cilantro bush has almost completely overtaken its pot. The chives are clinging to their little corner bravely attempting to ward off the approach, but I fear they will soon need to be replanted. Who knew cilantro would make such a fabulous hanging basket?

And who could forget the little dill that could? I haven't spotlighted it recently because it's not in a very photo-friendly spot. I bet it will be moving to a top shelf space soon, because it seems to be out-growing its cube in every direction.

It's a Bird...It's a Plane...

It's a ponytail!!!

Ok, so it's not a ponytail that should see the light of day, but it's a ponytail!

...and I'm on my way out the door, so I guess it is going to see the light of day.

Yay hair!

ps - I almost got stabbed in the nose by one of my Captain Jack figurines getting on place for this picture. I'm sure he didn't mean it though.

Blue Skies?

Scalzi's Weekend Assignment: "Take a Picture of Your Local Weather." Snap a picture of your local weather and talk a little about it.
It looks pretty unremarkable, doesn't it? Looks like a clear blue sky in the picture. Actually, it's amazingly hazy out there today. And the sky isn't even clear blue. Due to a bunch of brush fires in the area, it's a blue-gray, and today I can smell the smoke from here. The smog actually makes it harder for my eyes to adjust to the sunlight, and judging by the darkness on the buildings in the photo, my camera had the same problem!

This time of year, there really isn't much weather to speak of here in central Florida. It's hot, and we probably won't have rain for another month. And then it will be hurricane season. After hurricane season we'll have "winter," 3 months where the temperatures range between 40 and 80 - usually within 24 hours of each other. And then we'll find ourselves once again in brush fire season.

Murphy's Law Update: I swear, I checked the forecast for today whilst I was writing this post, and there was only a 40% chance of showers. Three hours later the entire area was a live-action version of Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day. Where was I? In my office, with no camera and no windows. Go figure!

Cinco de Mayo

Well, my boss made a surprise appearance at the restaurant today. He's still out on medical leave, but he wanted to be there for the big announcement. Which, by the way, is still not a published fact. It won't be "official" for a while yet. But if you were thinking of visiting my workplace based on its rating from a certain American travel company, rest assured you can do so through 2008 (for the 8th year in a row).

Whoopee!!!

They brought the guys from the kitchen, some of the pastry chefs and me in for the servers' pre-meal meeting (well, I was already there - there was cake for someone's last day, and I do like cake!), and all the Chefs and managers were there to bask in the glow of a job well done. In addition to the "big one," we've also gotten a bunch of local accolades (none of which I can find online) that I didn't even know about. And sure, I don't make the food or serve the food or even hang up the coats, but I'm there and I think it's great to be a part of something so great.

...coming soon: a celebration!

Poof!

I seem to have disappeared again. Sorry about that. Sadly, I just haven't had much to talk about. Actually, I have plenty to talk about, but am sworn to secrecy until tomorrow. And even then, it's not in any way exciting enough to build any kind of suspense. But just the same, mum's the word.

I spent my weekend watching The Devil Wears Prada - which I enjoyed so much I watched all of the special features and then watched the movie again another day - and John Tucker Must Die - which had the hot gardener from Desperate Housewives in it (yep - that's the best thing I can say about it). The Queen is at the top of my Netflix queue right now, which is cool, considering the real queen is in the US right now. Fashion note: I love her purple suit, although it does remind me a little of the red hat ladies.

Other than that, the biggest thing in my life right now is this big pimple on my chin. I've got a blob of toothpaste on it right now - a proven method which sucks all of the moisture from the area. Honestly, I'm worried that I'm going to go outside to my car and an airplane is going to mistake my chin for a runway signal and try to land on top of me. The toothpaste? It's a public service!

The Wave

Scalzi's Monday Photo Shoot: Wave hello! It could be you waving, or some of your family, or a group of friends, or complete random strangers. I just want to see those hands waving.

I really had to dig back into my digital archives to come up with something for this assignment. There's bunches of pictures of my family members doing "jazz hands," which looks like waving, but it's just not the same. So here are the two I came up with:

When in doubt, default to a picture of a Disney Star in a parade. This, of course, is Ariel. She's presented here all fish-like for the Stars & Motor Cars parade at MGM, but she's got feet in the Magic Kingdom parade. All that magical transformation must get exhausting!

And another Disney favorite: the wave-at-the-person-who-waited-in-line-with-you-but-ended-up-not-riding photo. This is my dear friend Jackie, taking Juliette out for her first spin on Dumbo. Julie isn't the baby anymore, by the way. She's now *gasp* the middle child.

Nerves of Jelly

Well, I had my excitement for the month last night. I actually went out and auditioned for something. "Something" in this case being a choir composed of Disney people and their families/friends. I had been talking myself into and out of auditioning for a week. In fact, at 4 pm I didn't think the novocaine from my 2 fillings was going to have worn off and had pretty much decided to once again let something potentially fun slip away. Then by 6 I had decided I was fine and needed to get out and actually try something new and scary.

So I went out and tried something new and scary.

The main choir has about 120 people in it, and then there's a bunch of solos and smaller ensembles as well. I don't know how many auditioned total, but I was #50 on the sign-up sheet last night. In my favor: there's not a whole lot of Sop-1's out there. I know that from Candlelight - 90% of the women in my section defaulted to the lower parts.

Besides, I feel pretty good about my audition. I got some positive feedback from the three guys on the panel (the two in pink shirts and one in a blue shirt - that's literal, not code for anything else), and got through my entire song selection, which was almost twice as long as the 16 bars the flyer said I would get to sing. Of course, I did mine a cappella because I didn't know the arrangement on the sheet music and was afraid it would mess me up. So then I had to sing When You Wish Upon a Star - I'm assuming to show that I can follow a piano on timing, etc. The snag: I forgot to bring my water into the building with me, and was there about 45 minutes before my audition, so my voice was a little bit airy. But I nailed the music, and was so strong on the high notes that it sounded like I could go much higher without a problem (in fact, my high range only has another 2 strong notes in it - after that it's a crap-shoot).

All along I had been planning on singing Think of Me from Phantom, mostly because I was supposed to pick a song that showed my range. But then the night before I came across my Carousel music from high school and decided on If I Loved You (Windows Media audio file) because the range was wider - middle C# up to high G - and I figured it was less likely that they were going to hear a half dozen people doing that song.

Anyway, keep your fingers crossed for me. We don't hear anything for two weeks - they said they'd be e-mailing everyone by May 16. Of course, if I do make it, and you are related to me or live in the area, you will be expected to fork out the money for a ticket (which gets donated to a charity anyway - it's probably a tax deduction!) to come and see the show at the end of July.

Oh yeah - I also learned yesterday that Kilo does not like it when I sing high. He stood at the balcony door and cried to be let out every time I ran through the song. Ha!

Nothing

There is nothing about the movie The Breakfast Club that makes it worth staying up watching it until 3 am.

Especially when the alarm goes off at 9.

But I'm not going to complain about being tired because Scott rolled in some time around dawn. Oh well, at least that should be the last of the late nights for him until this time next year.

Secrets

Well, I am glad to see that you, my three faithful readers (not you Sponge), are under the impression that I can keep a secret. But now please allow me to share one of my own:

I can not keep a secret.

I can, however, selectively choose who I tell the secret to. Scott hears most of them. But I think that most people understand that when one of us knows, the other will find out within 24 hours. Reyna's pregnancy went like that. She told Scott, Scott told me. And although we were sworn to secrecy, we each heard from someone else within 48 hours. She can't keep a secret either!

Sometimes my out-of-state friends (again, not you Sponge) hear the can't-tell-anyone-must-tell-someone secrets. Mom gets a few of those too.

I also don't keep secrets of my own. Secrets are a short hop from lies, which I avoid whenever possible. They eat away at my insides and ultimately bring me around the dark depressed section of my brain. It's best to avoid that altogether. That being said, I have found that having just one person to confide in pretty much lifts that burden. And again, there are a bunch of people out there - separated by many many miles - who hold little pieces of my self for me when I become too much to hold.

So please - tell me your secrets. I can be trusted to not reveal them to people you know. But you should know that some anonymous person out there will probably also know your secret before too long.

Appreciated Person

So, in case you missed it, Wednesday was the day formerly known as Secretary's Day (or is it secretaries' day? well I guess it doesn't matter because now it's "Administrative Professionals" Day instead). It's the day where umm... I don't really know what happens. It's not like bosses give their "administrative" people the day off. Flowers? Lunch? Maybe that's it.

Anyway, apparently I rate as an A.P. in this job. I came in yesterday to flowers and a card from our Chefs. Actually, the flowers are fake and they live in a really neat looking vase, which is good because it means Scott won't eventually have to scrape a layer of slime out of the vase when the flowers die and the water turns stagnant.

Speaking of work, I had two nearly identical conversations with two different management-level people yesterday, both of which started, "don't tell anyone but..." Amazingly enough, both proceeded to tell me the same thing that I was stressing over on Monday. So yeah - apparently in this job I am officially IN the loop. That's a strange departure for me. Apparently, I am also perceived as someone who can keep her mouth shut (silence from the peanut gallery!!!) and who can keep a secret (really - stop - I can hear you laughing from here). That's an even stranger departure.

Such is the life of an administrative professional. I guess.

...Oh So Pretty

Scott and I spent the afternoon over at Epcot, taking my camera out for some practice during the Flower & Garden Festival. Wow - I can't believe quality of some of the pictures. Here's some of my favorites:

There's tons more bonsai and butterfly photos over at my Photobucket slide show. There's also a few toparies, but I don't think I was as impressed as I have been in years past - same stuff, different year. The ones I bothered to snap photos of were new within the past 2 or 3 years.

Shopping

I believe I may have already mentioned that I've been on an "expanding my work wardrobe by wearing clothes I never wear" kick, mainly by actually wearing the skirts in my closet. A lot of this recent fashion swing is the fact that I have finally found a type of pantyhose that a) don't cause massive friction between my thighs (who hate each other and are at constant war), b) aren't expensive, and c) don't cause elephant ankles or droopy crotch. Besides, I got 2 skirts on clearance at wal mart (stop judging me!) for under $20 for the last cruise, and thought it might be nice to actually wear them again.

So anyway, now that I have determined that I will, in fact, wear a skirt to work, I have decided that I need to buy even more of them! It seemed that I had seen lots of pretty skirts in fun colors and patterns while searching for work pants, and that I'd probably be able to find them everywhere we went.

Not so much.

I actually found two dresses at Dress Barn, tried them on, and ended up with neither. Both were sleeveless and would have required a white cardigan or shrug to make them work-appropriate. And they weren't on clearance. In fact, the 10% of the store that used to be clearance had been re-purposed. The Horror! One dress was absolutely adorable - red print on white fabric with a faux wrap front, v back, full skirt, and cummerbund-like pleats on the waist. I tried it on in two sizes, one too big and one too small. The smaller one fit perfectly in the waist, but the neckline showed a little more decolletage than would ever be appropriate for work. The other was more of a straight silhouette, and was a big lime green and white print. I just couldn't justify spending $50 on a dress that I couldn't wear without buying something else.

We actually went to Target, another Dress Barn, and Marshall's and came up empty. The only thing I ended up buying was at stop #2: Old Navy. This skirt draws way more attention to my @$$ than is entirely necessary, but it was only $10. If I get two wears out of it (which I probably will) I feel that I can consider it a wise purchase. Sadly, the brown t-shirt isn't work-appropriate. I do have an ivory short-sleeve sweater that I think will work, which will go well with my existing ivory flats (my only brown dress shoes are loafers - totally not good with a skirt!).

I might try again next week. I want to find a new purse (also struck out today with that), and still would like to add some pastel into my wardrobe.

So, any thoughts on this skirt? I'm torn between "fun and flirty" and "tacky print - what was I thinking?" Need help? Here's a close-up:

Off the Edge

Wow! I didn't realize I had gone so long without posting. I meant to post yesterday before my dentist appointment, but I guess I was having too much fun playing stupid Internet games.

All that being said, I really don't have too much to update. I went to the dentist for a cleaning yesterday. I think my gums are finally starting to recover from the water torture. I also went into work for what I assumed would be a 4-hour stint to finish making the confirmation calls for the big wedding happening in May. It ended up only taking me about an hour - plus 1/2 hour for other stupid things that needed to be done.

I had a wee meltdown at/after work yesterday, which lead me to go over to Scott's office and take him out for ice cream sundaes. I needed the ice cream. The meltdown is over something I can't really publicly talk about, and something that didn't really deserve the freak-out it got, but you know me - always good for that sort of thing! I might be able to talk about it in a week or so, but by then I might not want to. We'll see.

So Scott and I actually have two days off together this week, free from any sort of dental appointments, and plan on actually enjoying them together. What a concept!

Acting Like a Girl

I am a Grad Nite widow. It's ok - it's only 4 nights a year, and I do enjoy my solitude in small bites. Scott rolled in at 5:30 this morning, and will probably be out until about 'til the same time tonight.

Last night I took advantage of some quiet time at home to act like a girl - I curled up on the recliner with the last two scoops of ice cream (still in the carton), and watched a chick flick. I don't really care for Jack Black - one of the biggest over-actors of our time - but I love Kate Winslet, and Cameron Diaz and Jude Law aren't so bad either. The movie was actually better than I expected it to be.

Tonight I'm going to go to bed by midnight. I had a pretty productive day at work today, and feel that I deserve a full nine hours of sleep.

By the way, if anyone ever offers you a chocolate bar that looks like this, tell them you gave up chocolate for Lent (or some made-up holiday). Who makes chocolate with dates and shitake mushrooms, anyway? Here's the description from some random website:

A dream of a thousand and one compositions. A puree of Jordanian sun-drenched dates mixed with Arabica coffee revelling in a white chocolate cream. On a further layer, spices and the Asiatic traditional health mushroom Shiitake are immersed in a dark canache. Colorfully created and wrapped in a dark chocolate coating.

Riiight! It tastes a little like soap, and I got a piece stuck in my tooth that I had to let dissolve because the tip of my tongue was repelled by it! I'm not sure who gave these to our Chef, but he's been giving them out like... umm... candy. Just yesterday, he gave me a bar of fennel-orange hot chocolate mix. It requires warming the milk, and the directions are in metric, so I'm waiting to see my husband again so that we can share that experience! The company is based in Austria, and judging by these flavors, Austrians are a pretty wacky bunch!

What a Pair!

Tom and I got together for out almost-annual lunch yesterday. Of course, due to my crappy work schedule, lunch ended up being breakfast. And our almost-annual photo is tropical instead of in front of Cinderella's Castle.

He's down with the Lenape senior trip. He's the junior advisor this year, and will be back next year as well with his seniors.

We had a good time catching up at breakfast at Kona Cafe. (I had pineapple macadamia nut pancakes, which were tasty, but the nuts were actually in the pancakes. It turns out I prefer mine without little pebbles in every bite.) I say "catching up" because that's what you do after you haven't seen each other in a year. But nothing has really changed for either of us. He's getting set for his sister's wedding - that's about the biggest news there is. Still, it's nice to have people in my life who, when I see them, pick up right where we left off.

Scott and I are tentatively planning our next "since we're not pregnant, let's go blow some money" vacation to NYC. If we drive up, Tom says we can crash with him, and we can just hop the train to New York. We want to see Wicked (yes, again) and Mary Poppins. Of course, that's at least a year away, but I'm already day dreaming about it.

For now, I'll content myself with knowing that Tom will be back this time next year, and we'll be able to get together for lunch yet again.

Money Money

This month so far has sucked for us financially.

Actually, the past week has sucked. Three out of the past five account activities in our joint checking account have been major withdrawals - $400+ for my car repairs, $700+ for rent, and $300+ for our tax payment. Not to mention the hunk of cash Scott paid for his wisdom teeth. (can someone please explain to me why the insurance company won't pay for IV sedation? sheesh!) That expense, however, came out of his FSA card, and doesn't impact our day-to-day spending. Plus, we have about $300 in bills coming out of the account on Thursday. Eek!

We also had money in a 9-month certificate that ended about a week ago. I forgot to move the money back to savings in time, and now it's in a 6-month certificate. Oh well, it's available if we absolutely need it, and it's out of reach of my sticky fingers. That's probably for the best.

So yeah, taxes this year turned out to be quite the project. Scott sold some of his ESPP stock last year, and the free file version of Turbo Tax isn't equipped for that form. They wanted me to pay $50 to upgrade to some deluxe investor version. Umm... no. So I started all over on Monday with H&R Block. I paid the $29.99 for their premium service, but ended up finding a deduction I had missed that was worth $100. I also went ahead and started withholding money on my W-4 so that next year we won't owe anything. That is so annoying! And neither of us will be selling our stock unless absolutely necessary. I would prefer to go back to free filing next year!

Oh well, with my overtime shift yesterday (50 hour week - what was I thinking???) and Scott working Grad Nites this week and next week, our financial cushion should be re inflated pretty soon. Thank goodness!

Blow High, Blow Low

Scalzi's Monday Photo Shoot: Snap a picture of wind. Naturally, it's difficult to get a picture of the wind itself, being that air is generally transparent. however, it's easier to get a picture of how the wind is affecting other things: hair, flags, kites, so on and so forth. You can see where I'm going with this.

OK, I was truly planning on checking out the topic of the MPS this week and going out and actually taking a picture for it. And had I checked on this earlier yesterday, I would have gotten a killer picture of the trees across the street blowing like mad. Sadly, I didn't. And so once again I am delving back into my archives from... the cruise.
The picture above is Scott, he of the plastic LEGO snap-on hair, demonstrating just how windy it was up on deck 10 on one of our at sea days. You can actually see his clothes blowing as well.

The other two pictures were taken just about a year apart, on two separate ships, but both during the "Sailabration" sail away deck party, and I'm drinking the same beverage in each - a daiquiri/colada swirl in a souvenir cup. (in the second picture I'm also holding Scott's Mojito) These pictures were also taken up on Deck 10 - one with the wind in my face, one with the wind at my back.

P.S. - bonus points to the first person who can tell me from what show the title of this post is borrowed.

Tomato - Day Twelve

Wow! Two little green tomatoes already! This plant is growing like crazy, sporting 2 more blossoms and another bud or two above the little 'maters. I got home from work last night and Scott jumped up from the couch and dragged me out to the balcony to see them before I even put my stuff down. He's pretty excited about it.

By the way, you can see a little of the cilantro in the background of this picture. Scott rescued the little dill that could and potted it in its own container, and since then the cilantro has expanded with weed-like speed.

Ouch?

Just a quick update to let anyone who might care know that Scott has survived having his 4 wisdom teeth yanked. Everything went really well - they didn't have to cut or drill or anything - and now he's taking uber-motrin to head off the serious ouchie to come. (that codeine allergy is apparently quite a bummer right about now!)

And by the way, there's a special ice pack they make for dental patients - like a long sock with velcro on the ends and two tiny ice pouches. It amuses me.

Of course, the other man in my life, my boss, is having his back surgery this afternoon. He's going to be out probably until the end of May. I think Scott may have the sweeter side of this day.

Dreams

Last night I had a dream that I had my hair in a ponytail.

if only!

I'm finally growing out that ridiculous cut I got - the one after the Locks of Love cut. But I can't even put up a half ponytail because the top lengths of hair, especially the ones around my face, are still to short to join the party.

Work

This is just a quickie. Mostly for myself so that the next time I get totally overwhelmed at work I can look back and read this.

Yesterday G and I buckled down and got a lot done. I got almost halfway through my little project (making calls re-confirming RSVPs for an upcoming wedding) and we also managed to get two days worth of phone calls made.

Plus, M is on vacation this week and I'm working an extra shift on Tuesday, so I'll be able to make calls that day. And since D took this week off for her kids' spring break, I think she wants to pick up an extra shift next week.

And just like that, I can actually see the light at the end of the tunnel.

...now I just need to finish our darn taxes!

Oh yeah, and for some strange reason my raise (which I thought would kick in at the end of the fiscal year or the end of the actual year) kicked in on my last pay check - a whopping 45 cents per hour. Doesn't sound like much, but that's and extra $900/year based on straight time alone.

Friday the 13th

It seems we have settled into yet another Friday the 13th. This date isn't really scaring me - I'm having trouble envisioning a work day worse than the one I had yesterday - but I thought I'd mention it. Besides, I don't know about you, but I've already had a black cat cross my path.

Today is G's last day. And aside from the fact that we'll be understaffed again, and that I had a huge "do this now" multi-day project dumped on me yesterday (I knew it was coming, but thought I'd have another two weeks), and we're already behind on our phone calls, I'm really just going to miss her. It has been really nice coming into the office two days a week and having someone there already. She's been fun. And God, she was competent.

But enough about that. I had another of those random "firsts" last night - had to witness The Boss's will and living will. You can't have the latter signed by blood relatives, so Under-Boss and I got that great honor. I signed it, but told him I was going to be mad if he dies. And apparently he didn't leave me anything. Pah!

Oh yes, and one more thing I can't write a whole post about because I'm afraid of offending anyone, but I am so pissed off about this I can hardly believe it. I can say with total certainty that I have never heard Imus's radio show, and that my life will not change without him on the air every day. I can also say that in my life, especially in my school years, I was completely surrounded by a culture that made fun of every group equally - black, blonde, Polish, Irish, Indian, smart, dumb, fat, thin... We weren't offended - we fired a barb right back. How anyone can get on television and, with a straight face, say that the comments he made were "like a slap in the face" MUST have grown up in some kind of bubble. Why haven't they fired every radio or TV host who said Nicole Ritchie and Lindsay Lohan need to eat a sandwich? Oh yeah - because Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson aren't running to their aid. I really don't see the difference.

Well, I'm off to Publix to buy a goodbye cake, a get well card, and some pantyhose (random shopping trip of the month). Happy Friday the 13th.

...and Zoom Out

Here's the reveal for the Monday Photo Shoot extreme close up:




That tacky gold rose was actually one in a series that runs around Belle's fancy ball gown. This was one of my favorite "Jamie" moments on the cruise - standing up on the stage and getting up close and personal with these fabulous costumes.

Random Fact: The Cruise Line costumes are all created by the people at Creative Costuming at the Disney MGM Studios, and you can see into their workshop from the Backlot Tour tram ride.

The Red Car

I've got a red car!

Nah, it's not really my car. But I have the keys and am legally allowed to drive it. And I'm not even paying for it.

Sounds too good to be true?

Well, I have the red car because my check engine light came back on Friday morning. Yes, it was just last Monday that I took my car in for the very same problem! This is even more ironic when you consider that I didn't even drive the car Tuesday or Thursday. So the nice man at the dealership told me to bring it back today and gave me a loaner until mine is fixed. I didn't have to yell and scream or anything!

Did you know there is a Hertz rental place inside my car dealership? I wonder how their business does. I bet pretty well...

Anyway, the red car (it's a Nissan Sentra) is ok. The brakes are WAY tighter than mine (causing a little whiplash for poor Scott), but once I learned to use only my big toe on the brake I was ok. And the seat has some lower back support that's quite lovely. Oh, and this car likes to go 70. Frances's ideal speed is about 55. That's fun!

(btw, that's not the actual red car - just a look-alike)

As for Frances, Hyundai Man called this evening and told me the check engine code was for a leak in my something I can't remember, which has to do with emissions. So now they're going to put some kind of mist/fog thing in my emissions and plug it up and leave it overnight. In the morning, they'll check the pressure and see if there's a leaky seal somewhere. It sounds very interesting and high-tech. And since he didn't mention money on the phone, I'm guessing this part of the process isn't too expensive.

And I'm hoping to get my baby back tomorrow.

Since the dealership is right down the road from the Florida Mall, Scott and I decided to go to Buca di Beppo for lunch and then wander around for a while. Great plan, except for possibly the worst menstrual cramps of my life, which caused me to stop and moan (quietly (I hope)) in pain every few minutes in every store we stopped in. It's ok, I'm better now. And my related cold and hot flashes caused me to buy a really cute cable-knit sweater at Old Navy (on clearance for $7). I also got a get well card for the Boss, and a goodbye card for my favorite ship-jumper. And lunch, as always, was tasty, especially the pistachio canoli we got to go and ate right before we left the mall.

EXTREME Close Up

Scalzi's Monday Photo Shoot: Take a picture of something in extreme close-up -- so close it's hard to tell what you're looking at. Ask people to guess. On Thursday, reveal what you've photographed.

Oh boy, these are my favorite photo shoots! I think this one is pretty tricky. Scott has a chance, but I'm not sure anyone else does. So here goes...

I must admit, I'm a little bummed I just used those Easter egg pictures from work - that would've been great! Oh well, I think this picture looks pretty grand, don't you?

As John asks, I will be back Thursday to reveal the big picture.

Update: Here's the zoomed-out picture.

Cooking Tip of the Day

20 minutes is not 1/5 of an hour. Mental math done while stumbling towards bed for a nap is probably not good. Follow my logic here for timing a piping hot ham for dinner:

* 1 pound cooks in 20-25 minutes, therefore a 5 pound ham will cook in 1 hour, so my 11 pound ham will cook in a little over 2 hours. I won't have to start it until 4, which works because I was only planning on napping until 3.

start to drift off to sleep and then...

* 25 minutes is almost 1/2 hour. At 1/2 hour per pound, my 12 pound ham will take 6 hours. Crap! It's already 2:00! But we'll assume that my ham will cook in the 20-minute range instead of the 25 minute range.

sleep for exactly 2o minutes, wake up realizing your horrible math error, and head for the kitchen to bake a ham.

So after I got the ham in the oven (which had pre-heated itself while I was wrangling the ham - which is not actually a ham but a pork shoulder wrapped in a fishnet stocking because 10 pm on Easter night at Wal Mart is not an ideal ham-buying situation), I used an actual calculator to determine when my ham might be done. At 11.67 pounds, my ham will be done between 6:25 and 7:40. At the time, that seemed perfect because Scott worked 10-6 today.

oops - I forgot to factor in the lunch break. Scott works 10-6:30, and has to stop at the store on the way home. He's really not going to be here much before 7:30, and even that assumes that he'll leave work on time, which he rarely does.

But it's ok - the ham will probably still be cold when he gets home. Last time we made a ham (which was actual ass-ham and not shoulder-ham) it took WAY longer than the directions said it would. Besides, I didn't put the thermometer in it, so I won't know when it's done anyway! It'll be ready when Scott gets home to hoist it out of the oven. 12+ pounds of cured meat, pan, and 1" of water is heavy, and I have crappy upper-body strength.

This, boys and girls, is a pretty good object lesson on just why I don't cook. It's heavy, slimy, requires forethought and planning, and leaves pools of pink hammy goo all over the stove.

Happy Easter

mmm...chocolate bunny ears...

I have a snippet of dialogue from work last night that I'd like to share. This conversation took place between me and under-boss:

Me: if you come in the office later and I'm on the floor twitching and unconscious,
Him: kick you?
Me: no! don't kick me! tell the paramedics that I've eaten my weight in jellybeans in the past 48 hours.
Him: ...and they should pump your stomach and prepare for the rainbow gelatinous mess?
Me: yes. and don't kick me!

In retrospect, possibly not funny enough to have typed (twice, since I e-mailed the conversation to Scott last night at work). But it really points to my state of mind. Sugared out! That being said, I'll probably hit the jellybeans hard again today. After all, they're not chocolate, and they are fruit flavored. They must be healthy!

Is anyone out there having ham today? I like ham. We're having Chinese take-out that Scott got last night on his way home from work. Oh well, at least I got pork lo mein!

Easter at the Restaurant

Just thought I'd share some of the random chocolates adorning The Restaurant this week. I was pretty impressed!

First, the front and back of the giant chocolate egg. Yes, chocolate. The thing is about 2 feet tall and was hand painted. With chocolate. Amazing!

Well, if you're not impressed by that, you may as well just skip the rest of the pictures. The next one is the detail of the front egg. Having absolutely zero artistic talent really makes me appreciate this stuff even more!

And, despite our kid-unfriendly reputation, we have two little chocolate bunnies. Aren't they precious?

Let's not forget the Easter flowers! Every now and then the florist really gets it right. I'm only sorry I didn't get a shot of the entire arrangement. It's gorgeous!

Of course, that's within the hallowed walls of The Restaurant. Back in our cinder block office with fluorescent lighting, Easter looks a little different:

I have to say, I'm proud of how my little Charlie Brown Easter Basket turned out. I forgot the grass I bought at Publix, and had to make due with the little bit that was already in this basket (which was already in my office from who-knows-when). And in case you were wondering, nobody is eating the Peeps. Oh well, I like the yellow ones. I ate three of them today (not the ones pictured above - I have the leftovers in a bag in my desk).

So... any Easter decorations where you are?

Tomato - Day Two

Before I go any further, I wanted to point out that my Blogger main screen informed me today that my 444th post was on 4-4. I thought that was so cool I needed to remember it always. <--Loser!

Does anyone know what this tiny little blossom belongs to? Granted, the title of the post might have given it away. Yep, it's a tomato plant - Scott's newest project. More specifically, it's a Roma tomato.

Just think, before long we'll be able to make all sorts of tasty salsa and pasta sauces (or perhaps just a lovely caprese salad) from our own little balcony garden!

Anyway, Scott bought and potted his new "baby" yesterday while I was at work. So today really is day two. I figure the tomato project will go on longer than the CHIA project (only two months for two thriving herbs - I'm a believer!). And Scott is really proud of his green thumb. So this is a win-win for both his ego and my occasional (ha!) writer's block.

Also today on Tales from the Balcony, I would like to present Anatomy of a Roll Over, as demonstrated by Milo:

I'd also like to share this fairly decent photo of Kilo. After all, they are so rare. Looking at his markings, I realize he really is genetically inferior. Female tigers in the wild mate with the male they find who has the most symmetrical stripes and whiskers on his face. Obviously, Kilo doesn't fit that bill! (never mind the undescended testicle... that was subsequently whacked off!) Anyway, this picture makes him look like he's wearing a little backwards Phantom of the Opera mask. Does anyone else see the similarity?

Ouch

I dropped a knife on my big toe this morning. Lucky for me, it was a butter knife. I'm pretty sure it landed blade-down, since there was butter on my toe. It hurt like a M.F., even without any self-amputation. It was one of the heavy Pottery Barn knives. They're like solid {insert heavy element here}.

I guess that's pretty much par for the course for the past 24 hours. Scott and I realized at 11:45 yesterday morning that both of us needed to shower and be out the door for his dentist appointment by 12:20. I wanted to finish watching the show I was engrossed in, so I sent him first. And at 12:10, he finally got out of the bathroom.

So much for the shower.

So we went to the dentist, and I sat in the waiting room and read my Readers Digest (yeah, I think I'm the only person who brings RD with them into a doctor's waiting room). We decided to swing by the Publix that's right there to pick up massive amounts of Easter candy for our co-workers, and were doing our second loop through the deli looking for something quick to eat when who should we run into but my father and his wife.

Here's what I know about the situation: she waved at us, I waved back, and we kept walking in our opposite directions. After they walked past, I actually stopped the cart and looked back, figuring I had Scott there to support me through the awkward family reunion, and my father didn't even stop or turn around. I'm going to go ahead and assume the worst that he saw us first and was pretending he didn't. That's him M.O.

At this point, I would like to stop and thank my mother for officially being the only member of my family who still wants anything to do with me. I really don't know what heinous crime I have committed to be so outcast from everyone I ever held dear, but it hurts.

Anyway, after we left Publix (and I had a brief moment considering running over to their house and claiming the rest of my things) we went and tried out a new eating spot: the Chef's Table, which turned out to be the highlight of the afternoon. It's a deli with some eat-in tables. It's an established business, but they just moved from old Clermont proper down to 27. We each got a sandwich and split some pasta salad. My sandwich was turkey and cheese with mayo and orange marmalade. Sounded too gross to pass up (I am my mother's daughter!). And it was quite tasty! The chef of my restaurant actually recommended the place to me - he knows the chef there - and said they make the best meatloaf sandwich on earth. I guess I'll have to try that next time.

I'm actually working today, and taking tomorrow off. This is probably for the best, because otherwise I'd just be sitting here brooding over my dysfunctional family. And really, I don't think I could handle that.