Let me begin with saying that this is three days late. I went to a couple of stores looking for lobster. I didn't find any and the only place that I knew that did have lobster was at Market Street Grill, which would have been a fortune. After much debate I decided to just get crab. Lobster/crab...same thing right? I have never cooked either, so I decided that either way it would be something new.
I was extremely over stimulated at the crab counter. Too many different choices, too many shoppers, and one obnoxious old lady struggling over a rack of ribs almost did me in. After getting home and calming down I realized that Crab is so easy to cook! Who knew? After boiling it for just a couple of minutes I dished up the claws along with pesto pasta with artichoke heart and capers. I also toasted some herb bread with mozzarella cheese on top.
After we smashed the claws and scraped out the crab we decided that we are not seafood people. We ate it all, but I instantly had regret. Anthony was asking way too many unappealing questions such as "Its weird, how do they move? They have no tendons and stuff." A Minute later he mentioned how it kept falling apart and how we were going to find the poor crabbies remnants for days all over the house. It all just got to me, the nastiness of it all. The pasta wasn't a good paring with it either. Basically I ate a lot of bread. Luckily we had coconut gelato for dessert. After cleaning up Anthony came up to me and gave me a hug and said "Thanks for trying." It pretty much summed up the night. I tried my best....and although I feel like I accomplished something, I still feel bummed. Heres the pics.....
This is the question of the day. I thought about this yesterday and after some pondering I have come to the conclusion that I have reason to doubt his ability to live on his own. I am referring to Anthony of course, and no I have no intentions of letting him live on his own anytime soon. This is the event that enfolded. It is short but it left me thinking.
Thursday night I was feeling as if I could not make another meal. It happens every so often in a young ladies life. The question of what to make for dinner is a constant concern but on that specific night I didn't even care if we went hungry. I passed the infamous Pizza hut on my way home from work and instantly realized that that was going to be my golden ticket for the night. I don't have any stories from that place which was a shock to me. All I saw was someone being arrested in the parking lot while waiting for my Pizza. It brought a smile to my face.
Sunday afternoon I was bunkered up in my bedroom reading a book and basically just enjoying myself. I usually make a pretty fantastic meal on Sunday afternoon but the previous days dinner blues were still lingering so I put the thought of dinner behind me and continued to read. Anthony shouted up from the stairs and said that he was going to heat him up some leftover pizza for dinner, "Would you like to join me?" I put my bookmark in my book and strolled downstairs. Here is where the question of doubt floated in.....
When walking into the kitchen I noticed two things. #1 The Pizza Hut box was still in the fridge. #2 Anthony had a Ziploc baggie with Pizza in it. "Where is that pizza from?" He gave me a weird smile and muttered some lie. I snatched up the baggie and realized that the pizza was warm. It soon occurred to me that it was from his backpack and that it had been there since Friday morning. He apparently did not eat it for lunch that day. This is disgusting! I was instantly appalled. I threw it in the garbage and then had to discuss with him why it was not okay to eat warm pizza that had been sitting out for 2 days. He was butthurt and a little upset that I had yelled at him. But in that moment I felt validated....in fact, I still feel as if I made the right decision. If yelling at him helped him to see that this is not okay, and that stunts like that could possibly make him sick, then maybe I should yell more often. He is not living in a bachelor pad, he is a grown up with a grown up career and for some reason I expect more from him.
I realize this is highly dramatic, but it makes me think. What if I go on a girls retreat for a week? Will I come home with a husband on the couch with food poisoning? I hope I can continue to instill the proper knowledge so he can eventually get through those nights without me...heaven forbid I am away for more than a night or two. Best of luck Anthony, best of luck.
This post is going to be gross....this is fair warning.
I have something to say. It's a personal matter that I'm sure all of us have gone through....when we were under the age of 10. This should not happen when we are an adult, over the age of 25. Earlier today I came in contact with a man. He had the biggest booger in his nose and I thought to myself:
#1 What is that? Is it actually the substance in question or is it a tissue shoved up there?
#2 How can you not feel that? Can you breathe? Do you need medical assistance?
#3 Where is your wife and why has she not said anything regarding this?
Let's make a pact shall we? If you ever see me with a huge substance in my nose, go ahead and let me know. Give me a wink, flick your nose, grab me a tissue, whatever gets the point across. And just to make things fair, I will do the same for you! Cuz that's the kind of person I am!
Let me begin by telling you a confession. I am terrified of staying at home by myself. I watch too many murder mystery shows on a regular basis and I read a lot of books, some are scary. This usually is not a problem, not a problem at all because I have a man at home. Well, my man was not home this weekend. Friday I was so tired from the week that I somehow managed to get through the night. I slept on the couch, my thought process was if someone came in the house and I was downstairs on the couch I would see them right off the bat and therefore I wouldn't be as scared as if I was upstairs and I heard them coming in. I really didn't think past that because of course they would kill me either way. I know.....dramatic right?
Saturday morning I got my bags packed and picked Shanna up. We decided to stay at the Inn in Logan since I had a wedding reception that I had to be to that was only a few minutes away. The reception was a bit awkward since I haven't seen this friend for years. I am glad that I went though, it was nice to see her so happy. I have one small story to tell that happened before we went to the reception.
I need to learn to keep my mouth shut. Yes, it brings a ton of fun stories but at times the stories are not worth the awkwardness of it all. Here is the story. Me and Shanna just parked at the Inn and were getting our bags out of the car, I mentioned (basically shouting) to Shanna that "I HAVE THE WORST GAS EVER!" We are close you see, we do not keep any secrets from each other so I felt completely comfortable with sharing this minor detail with her. As I mentioned this I noticed that she looked shocked (really you are shocked at this? I thought) then I see from the corner of my eye another couple approaching us. They had parked right next to us. I about died! It was embarrassing and we couldn't stop laughing. I just thought I would share that. It took a lot to confess how disgusting I am. But it was a good time. We stayed in a really fantastic room. Anth had the camera so I used my phone camera and the quality is awful. My favorite part was the hammock! The least favorite part was the bathroom...the door was basically a stall door and its awkward peeing and knowing that it echoes J All in all it was a good trip and I am glad that I am picking Anthony up tonight.
Spending as little as possible
Hi, This is not an easy feat. I would like to start off by saying that I tried as hard as I could. Okay, so maybe not. The breakfast burrito and Starbucks (everyone knows that I get the non-coffee drinks right?) that one day was needed. I took Anthony to the airport at 530am and I was exhausted during my work shift. I did have to buy Kaylee a wedding present yesterday. And I was in Logan without food so I had to go to Iron Gate for dinner.....and then we had to grab dessert later. Lets sum this up, I DID AWFUL! I am going to do better this week. You wait and see. My goal this week is going to be interesting. I look forward to next week. I feel as if this week was unattainable and cruel. That is all.
I'm not going to talk about interviews……
Besides this little tib bit of course. :) I only bring this up because it is something I said as opposed to the regular cherries that normally spout out random stuff during interviews. Let me just set this up. I am defeated my friends. To the point of collapsing and crying and sucking on my thumb and then falling asleep in utter exhaustion. Did that paint a pretty picture? I did about 18 interviews last week. We hired two perfect employees. They are everything that I hoped for. Thank you new employees, thank you. But two are not enough for me…no, no, we need a total of 4 perfect employees you see. So I went on the search again. I got a whole gaggle (a what?) of people! I did about 8 today….none of which worked out :(. One of the last ones, where I was feeling low, I said something wrong, all wrong. I still am digging deep for the reason why I said this. If I could take it back I would…..
"Thanks for taking the time to come on such search notice for an interview today."
"Oh it was no problem at all, thanks for meeting with me."
"I have a couple more interviews tonight and tomorrow, but I will let everyone know regardless tomorrow night."
I stretch out my hand and give her a firm shake and then this is what came out of my mouth…..
"It was nice knowing ya….."
She looked at me with a sadness in her eyes and said "It was nice meeting you too!"
Please wish me luck for the 10-12 interviews that I do tomorrow, I need all the help I can get!!!
Love, Linds
Webster defines Risotto as rice that is sauteed briefly in butter with onions and possibly other aromatics, and then combined with stock, which is added in several additions and stirred constantly, producing a creamy texture with grains that are still al dente.
After safely getting her to the grocery store to pick up a few items and getting her home I started getting all the ingredients together. Risotto has very basic ingredients which include: Rice, onions, garlic, olive oil, parmesan cheese, chicken broth, and fresh herbs (parsley, chives and basil). The first step was opening the bottle
...ooopsy no cork screw. Luckily Anthony was around and could tell that I was a damsel in distress.
Once I got that taken care of I worked for the next 45 minutes on stirring the rice and making sure it didn't burn. I only had to use 1/2 cup of the wine so I thought it would be nice to bring it into the girlies at work. Then the whole rule regarding open containers in a vehicle popped in my head and I decided against it. The last thing I need is for another incident like the last one. No thanks, although it is the best story ever. I can just see it now.
:)Oh and fyi....the red wine worked fine:)I have had an idea in my head. It probably came to me while drifting off to sleep one night, or while cleaning my toes in the shower. Usually proclaiming those ideas are usually a bad idea. Most of those ideas sound ridiculous hours later, but this one has stuck around. Therefore it must be good right?
New Years Resolutions……ridiculous right? Every year I think of one, every year I desert it after a week or two. But what if I made a new resolution every week? Anyone can stick to something for a week….and here lies the idea.
Try something new once a week for a year.
The Rules:
Some are going to take longer than a week. They just need to be finished by designated due date. Extra tasks can be done in conjunction.
This will start the first week of January…..only 2 days away. Please comment on your thoughts regarding this. I need a couple more weekly tasks…if you have any ideas please let me know.
Thanks!!!
It is interview season again. On Monday I have about 11 interviews (so far). I am not going to speak of these like I usually do because well it just isn't all that professional. And as all of you are aware, I am as professional as it gets just about 72% of the time. I just have one thing to say though…
If you want an interview from me and you send in your resume please be aware that you will not get an interview time slot if you spell opportunity as spelled below:
APPERTUNITIE
No good, no good at all
Shanna and her cute wallet. It was the best decent elephant gift of the night....lucky
Mariel-Sporting her awesome gifts. She is a riot!
Everyone loves to get a vibrating farting man.
Hmmm, she looks too happy to have received a creepy ski mask and used pez dispenser.
Check out this gem.
I love us! Thanks to everyone that came. It was a blast!
After ornament exchange SANTA arrived! The kids were overjoyed and it was super cute. I moved a little closer to Santa (who may or may not have been a relative...shhh don't tell the lil kids). I wanted a closer look because the kids faces were priceless. One by one the kids went up and told Santa what they wanted and then received some gummy bears. We were getting ready to wrap things up when I heard someone say "Lindsey hasn't seen Santa!".....I about died!!!
Notice how red my face is. hahahhaha i was such a mess! I bet I was one of those kids at the mall that crys for their moms.
OOOOOPPPPSY! MY BAD!! Here is what I learned today....
This is a shout out to the Pizza Hut that entertained me profusely as I was waiting for my cheap dinner. As I walked in I instantly knew that I was going to end up with a great blog. I ordered my pizza without an incident. I sat down on the uncomfortable benches and looked across the way at the lovely couple. The chick was a mess. Let me try my best to explain her. ***I am in no way judging her, we all have these days where we don't want to look our best, but I just want you (the reader) to feel as if you are there...that's all. *** She was wearing purple crocs, yellow pajama pants with colored rainbows, and an oversized hoodie. Her hair was curly. It looked like my curly hair from back in my highschool years. You know the look. The "look" appears as if you used a brush to frizz it up and then shoved it in a beanie so the top is flat and the bottom flares out. Her man was wearing skinny jeans and a pacman shirt. I was decked out in my work attire and felt very overly dressed.
I tuned into their conversation and this is what I was privileged to hear. The conversation is choppy. I had to text my friend Shanna during some of it because I couldn't believe it. Therefore I only got bits and pieces.
Rainbow Bright: My parents live really south of here.
Mr Pacman: Oh really? Where do they live?
Rainbow Bright: They live up in Logan. It's really South of here.
***Does anyone spot the flaw in this?***
Mr. Pacman: Isn't that north?........yeah I think that is north.
Rainbow Bright: You are so dumb, no silly it is south.
Rainbow Bright: Can I tell you something? Its personal but I normally tell this to people on 3rd dates. So here goes. I have a tattoo on my Ace*.
Mr. Pacman: Wow, You do? Wow! That's really cool!
Rainbow Bright: yep, it's a nose. I have a nose tattoo on my ace*
Mr. Pacman: holy cow that is really cool!
Rainbow Bright: Don't ask why (she then winks)...***EEEEW I didn't want to know either***
Rainbow Bright: O shoot! I just realized that we got a large pizza and I usually eat 4 to 5 pieces of pizza and that usually doesn't fill me up so we better get an order of breadsticks.
Mr. Pacman: I would do anything for you!
After this cherry of a conversation they began to talk about their future house (apparently this young man wasn't turned off by the grotesque tattoo conversation). She has 60, 000 in debt so they probably won't get a nice house for awhile. But their children (wow this relationship is moving fast) will make lots of money and will eventually donate a house to them.
After they finally got their pizza they left. And I was then there all alone with my thoughts of the future mutants they were going to create one day.
Suddenly I hear an employee in the back say "I once had to deliver to the biggest witch! If I wasn't so nice and medicated I would have shot her in the face." The manager started yelling at him and said "If you say something like that with a customer at the front again you are gone." I started to laugh because it all was just hilarious to me by now. He came up to the front and looked at me and said "you didn't hear anything did you? "Oh no! I heard nothing at all, I said. "See boss, she didn't even hear." The manager looked at me and apologized and I said something to the affect of "there is one in every job." He stopped in his tracks and shouted, "if my boss wasn't here I would flip you off, right here and now! But because she is standing here, I am going to forgive you and call you my brotha!" I thanked him, grabbed my hot pizza and went home.
Who knew that a short trip to a local pizza shop would bring such joy? The west side is a treat. In my day to day conversations I mention my town in a negative tone many times. I sometimes feel bad. I don't tonight. I have been proven right time and time again about how ghetto my town is. I never ever had so many great stories in Midvale. That may be because we lived in an old geezer condo community. None the less, this place is a new adventure every day. Sorry this was so long, I just felt like it was too good to not pass along. I hope everyone else had as good a night as I. Thanks Again Pizza Hut!
I decided I would make me a special breakfast. I worked at the Gateway last night. For work I had a table during the new moon premier. It was insane and I didn't get in bed until 1:00. So many screaming women…too too many.
For Breakfast I made pop up pancakes. Its not healthy….at all. I am going to enjoy myself until the Monday after Thanksgiving and then I am going to start being healthy (again). This would have been soooo yummy with fresh strawberries and bananas. Of course I didn't have any though. Therefore I had to get creative.
I used chocolate. I mixed peanut butter, vanilla, almond extract, chocolate chips, and a tsp of butter to help it mix better. Its highly caloric, and highly indulgent. Shame shame! Go ahead, try it, love it, lick it off your fingers!
Please take note: I did not eat all of these. I ate 3, Then i had a glass of orange juice. I really don't want to be judged too heavily for this. Thank you!
Pop up Pancakes
