Friday, August 28, 2009

A Random List for a Friday Night

1. One week down, one week left. By this time next week, I'll be hanging with my best belly-dancing gals celebrating. Not sure what the plans are yet.

2. I swear, all of Chittenden county was PMSing yesterday or something. Everyone (including me) was stressed, cranky, and bitchy. Possibly even bloated. Is a county-wide bloating even possible? Well, the fair is in town, so maybe...

3. Someone tell me to stop watching Animal Planet when they are showing Animal Cops or whatever it's called. They're showing the worst of the worst. Why am I watching this?!?! This is not elevating my opinion of humanity.

4. I'm going up to my Mom's this weekend to be the Good Daughter. It will be insanely uneventful. But I will get a lot of laundry done. This can't be discounted.

5. I had a 5. It's gone now.

6. I want to see District 9, or whatever it's called. Won't you see it with me?

7. Latest car news - it's been appraised and will cost $634 for a new bumper. I've made the appointment for next Tuesday. Need to call and rent a car for two days. Sigh. I'd rather have my own car. Hell, I'd rather take the two days off but I can't as there is too much to do my last week. Don't ask why I care. I don't. But I don't want to end up staying until 7pm next Friday trying to finish it up. It would really interfere with my celebration plans.

8. My next belly dancing performance will be on Halloween. Well, I'll have smaller ones before then but this is the next thing that my teacher is organizing. I'm going to dance to a cover of "People Are Strange." The version I'm dancing to is off the Lost Boys Soundtrack (think back to 1987, y'all. The Coreys at their finest) and sung by Echo and the Bunnymen. It's going to be too much fun.

9. I want ice cream.

10. It's cold out. I had to break out sweats and socks. Those two weeks of summer we had were great, guess it's time for fall now...

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

...and the next day...

Well, today has come and gone. I did actually post a note on the bulletin board in front of the bathrooms today. Not quite as pissy as the one below but pointed enough so now everyone in the building knows someone there is a hit-and-runner. No one has come forward, surprise surprise. Rumor has it that it might have been the landscapers who did it. Apparently they were parked in that lot as well and "aren't good for much." I suppose I'll never know. No word yet from the insurance company, but they said 24-48 hours so they aren't late yet. I was supposed to get my car inspected on Saturday, but I have a sneaky suspicion they won't do it with my bumper in the state it's in. Great. Just lovely.

In other news, I had a job interview today. I think it went pretty well, but only time will tell. It was for a salon receptionist position. Very entry level, but as I am changing careers I am perfectly happy starting at the bottom rung. Working here will definitely let me develop contacts in the salon/spa industry, which will definitely help once I am a certified massage therapist.

I'm hoping I get the position, as it is definitely the perfect stepping stone. Besides that, I kinda sorta really need a job.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Why, people, why????

So I was coming out of my building on my way home from work. I was talking on the phone to my mom, telling her about a job interview that I have tomorrow.

I get to my car and open the door. My cds are all over the floor, which was weird. Then I notice that there are foot-long skid marks in the gravel behind my front tires.

At this point, I said "something's not right."

I went and looked at my rear bumper. There's a huge crack in it and the paint's been taken off. The driver's side is completely unhooked and I could probably take it off if I wanted to.


I ran around to the windshield. No note.

Rat-fink bastard.

The thing is Rat Fink Bastard (RFB) most likely works in my building as well, as it's really the only office building there and everyone who parts in that lot (for the most part) works there as well.

He's long gone. The fine officer who came when I called said, as soon as he saw the skid marks "that guy knew he hit you." You don't push a car forward by a solid foot without hearing or feeling it!

Jeez, way to respect your fellow office workers.

Whoever you are, you are a RFB for ruining my evening and my car, and I hope you realize Karma's a bitch. I am seriously considering posting a note on the building's front door tomorrow morning that reads something like:

To Whoever Ran into My Car in the Rear Lot
and Drove Away without Leaving a Note

If you work in the building (and odds are you do)
You still have the chance to make amends

Take responsibility for your own actions
Grow up and respect those around you
We work in the same place
Respect this community we have

If you don't come forward, just know that
you are a Rat Fink Bastard for your actions
And Karma is a bitch

That's not too passive aggressive, is it?

Friday, August 21, 2009


There's a song on Madonna's Confessions on a Dancefloor album entitled "Jump" and the lyrics go something akin to this:

There's only so much you can learn in one place
The more that you wait, the more time that you waste

Well, that's true enough. For the last two years, I've been on a roller coaster ride of emotions. I've been trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. Call it a quarterlife crisis, general malais, what have you. All I knew was, I couldn't keep going the way I was going. I needed massive change.

The pursuit of massage therapy was a step in the right direction and I'm really looking forward to the classes. However, I came to the conclusion that just a step wasn't enough. I needed to jump. I needed to jump, blindfolded, off the cliff and hope to hell there was a net at the bottom.

So today I jumped.

I officially gave 2 weeks notice at my job. My last day will be September 4th. I'm doing this with no job lined up (although I am diligently looking for a job that will work with my class schedule).

I still don't know if there's a net at the bottom of the cliff. Right now I'm just enjoying the ride down.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009


There's been a lot of stuff going on in my life lately. I haven't been posting here, mainly because it's a bit too public. But here it is, in really vague terms.

Risk is not my forte. I know there are people who live (and sometimes) die for it, but not me. I don't rush into things, I think about the ramifications of something before I do it, and I don't do irresponsible things.

I'm about to change all that.

I'm about to take one of the biggest risks of my life. It is terrifying and exciting all at the same time. I have no idea how it's going to turn out for me.

I will say that I haven't come to this decision lightly, and I'm most certainly not rushing into anything. In fact, this has been building for a very long time. But I've come to believe that in order to get the massive life change I've been desiring, I have no other alternative.

It's risk or die.

In the grand scheme of things, it's probably not a huge risk. I mean, I'm not jumping off a cliff with a bed sheet for a parachute. But for someone who doesn't do risk, this is BIG.

And I'm so excited for it! I feel lighter and freer already. Which is a pretty good indication that I've made the right decision.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Mastering the Art of ________ Cooking

I went blueberry picking this afternoon. I managed to snag four pounds of blueberries for $8. Score!!! Deal of the century, considering a pint is like $5. It was hot as hades outside, but it was just too gorgeous to not be out and about. Besides, there are few better ways of spending a workless Friday than amongst blueberry bushes and beautiful scenery. The fact that everyone else is working just makes it that much sweeter.

So, after nearly melting amongst the blueberry bushes I decided to go to the movies and steal some AC. I went and saw Julie and Julia. The movie itself was okay enough. Nothing I'd rave about and say "you simply must see it! It's the best movie of the year!" Um no. But it was an entertaining way to sit in the AC for two hours without having to mess around with buying one of those contraptions and wrestling it into the window.

Anyway, as I was driving home with the AC cranked (notice a trend here?) I was thinking that it would be fun to do something like that. To pick a cookbook that you consider really good and just make every recipe in it. So I was thinking.... what cookbook would I choose? I mean, Julia Child is classic but there is no way I'd be able to make all of those dishes. I mean, I'm a vegetarian. There's not a chance in hell of catching me trussing up a chicken or boiling a calf's leg to make the equivalent of a beef jello mold. HELLS to the no.

The only cookbook I could come up with was the Veganomicon by Isa Chandra Moskowitz and Terry Hope Romano. Two of the goddesses of vegan cooking. This book has it all, and and they do it without using butter or eggs to boot.

Now, at this point I'm sure y'all are thinking "ew" and "no butter or eggs? then what's the point?" To which I reply, if it weren't good, do you think I'd be raving about it? As my brother will tell you, I'm the queen of sucking the fat out of something and replacing it with something less...tasty. But I'd also never serve that crap to anyone but me. If I had to come up with an impressive dinner party and needed to serve something fancier than lasagna, you can bet your bottom dollar I'd turn to these lovely ladies for guidance.

Anyway. I was thinking as I was driving home: I can turn my blog into a cooking blog! I can make all the recipes in the cookbook and post pictures and write about it and be in the NY Times and have Isa and Chandra say disparaging things about me not taking it seriously and... then it all seemed like too much work. Besides, everyone would say it had been done before and I was just ripping off this Julie chick. On top of that, Isa and Terry's website has a very large following and I am quite sure I would not be the first person to make all of the recipes in one of their books.

Besides, some of their recipes call for beets. Um, no.

So instead of cooking my way through their book, I'm just flipping through it an marveling at their creativity. And for lunch this week, I'll be having the French Lentil Soup with Tarragon and Thyme (p. 141) and for dinners the Mushroom and Spinach Strata (p. 72/3).

Bon Appetit!

Monday, August 10, 2009

The Absent-Minded Bellydancers

The evening started well enough. The makeup was spot on, I'd been able to find the final piece of my costume earlier in the day, and the people I wanted most to come and watch were going to do just that.

So there I was, in the dressing room, putting the finishing touches on my first costume of the evening. The show was set to start in 20 minutes. I checked my hair (poufy as per usual) and lipstick (not on my teeth...score!) and went to my bag to get something. That's when I realize I'm missing something.

I do not have my top for my second act.

Since it wasn't "that kind" of show, I panicked a little. But then it occured to me that I could call home and have them bring it with them. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

They'd already left and locked the door behind them.


Did you know that you can make it from North End Studios to South Burlington and back in 15 minutes? Thank goodness the cops were all somewhere else. I made it back with five minutes to spare. Woot woot!

At the end of the evening, I was again in the dressing room shoving all my worldly possessions back in my bag. As I'm shoving, it occurs to me that something isn't quite right. Then I figure out what it is. My top from the first performance of the evening is missing.

WTF? Are you kidding me???

It couldn't have gone far, right? Well, what we all think happened is since we were in such close quarters one of the other dancers accidently packed it right up and brought it home with her. It could easily happen, and since it was black and thin (a tank top) it would be easy to bundle it up and not even notice.

And then this morning I also realized I'm missing my black shawl.

I just can't win.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Random Notes on a Sunday Evening

1. I think I just killed my cell phone. I got it wet. Didn't even realize it until I'd gotten back from my walk and it was as dead as a doornail. I think I'm screwed. I've taken the back off and the battery out (like the instructions said) and I'm waiting for it to dry out. Still, I think I'm going to have to swing by an AT&T store tomorrow and get a replacement. :-( It's been longer than 30 days too, and I'm not sure what our policy says about such things. Sigh.

2. Took an Intro to Massage Therapy workshop yesterday morning. It's held at the place I'm registered at, so it was basically a more-detailed insight into what my days will be looking like for the next nine months. It's exciting and scary all at the same time. I need to keep reminding myself that it's okay to not get it the first time around. It's going to take some practice for me to get things right. And that's okay! It's a learning curve, and I haven't been in any kind of academic setting in a long time. It'll be a good kick-start to my brain.

3. I made zucchini bread this morning. Mmmmmmm.

4. I'm trying my hand at making nut cheese this weekend. It is a recipe from the Vegetarian Times magazine. Basically, I'm trying out a faux feta. Or Fauta. Hee hee. I forgot the lemon though so instead of 1/4 c lemon, I dissolved a dab of mustard in a 1/4 c water. Which is not the same thing I know, but I figured the lemon was there for a bit of tang more than anything else. We shall see how this works!

5. I finished my choreography. Yay! I have no idea if it will live up to my last dance or not. Everyone seemed to love that one. After that, I almost felt like I should pull a George from Seinfeld and just "leave on a high note." But this is for an important cause - it is in support of a local breast cancer group. With one of my friends battling it now, it's more important than ever. Which means my dance has to be even better. *Gulp*.

6. You know what really pisses me off? I went for a walk in the rain because it had let up enough and the radar maps didn't look like it was going to let up. So one 3 mile soggy walk and a dead phone later, it clears out and is now sunny. *Sigh*.

7. Curry or stir-fry for dinner tonight? I have potatoes, broccoli and green beans from the farmer's market. Either would be good. Herm. I think I'm leaning toward the stir-fry.  

8. A song popped up on my ipod today that I hadn't heard in a while. The song is "The Joyful Kilmarnock Blues" by the Proclaimers. It has the lyrics (you have to think in a thick Scottish accent when you read this):  

The question doesn't matter 
The answer's always "aye" 
The best view of all is where 
the land meet's the sky  

For some reason, that always has resonated with me. I need to say "aye" more often.

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