MIS-adventures in UN-employment

Last week was a big week for The Saturn. After nearly 2  years in San Diego, my car is finally registered as a legal citizen of California. Of course, this did require a trip to the infamous DMV. I challenge anyone to tell me that a trip to the DMV does not cause a plethora of emotions from anger, frustration, stress, incredulity, surprise, annoyance, and the list goes on and on and on. My day at the DMV started with a large cup of coffee, which I then decided to ditch because I did not want to have to use the bathroom at the DMV. EWWW. So, I armed myself with a good book (Chelsea Handler's Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang) and my i Phone, but I forgot my headphones at home, not good. I did not, however, arm myself with a can of Lysol like my friend Scott suggested...I kind of wish I had. When I arrived at the DMV, chaos immediately ensued. There are no signs to tell you where to go, but there are about one million lines. Seriously. So, after asking several people "are you i...

If you have ever made bread from scratch, without a bread maker, you probably know a few things that I don't. First, bread requires a lot of flour. Second, many recipes are for some ridiculous number like 6 loaves of bread. What home baker needs that much bread at one time?! Third, once your ingredients are all mixed,  the dough makes one hell of a mess and sticks to your hands like glue. It's actually kind of gross. It's not like that awesome feeling of mud between your toes (come one, you know you love that feeling!); it's more like something out of a horror movie where the stupid girl gets tangled in a spiderweb while running away from the psycho killer with the [insert favorite weapon here]. Lastly, there is a lot of sitting around waiting for the bread to rise...that's what SHE said!!! My whole wheat honey bread actually turned out quite delicious, despite the fact that I did not wait the alloted time for the bread to rise "1-1.5 inches above the loaf pa...

Day one of "cook something new everyday" has begun. I am starting off slow. I am not going through the Julia Child cookbook...this is not a movie. Although, sometimes I do enjoy affecting a silly accent when I am in the kitchen. After a quick trip to Trader Joes, I was ready to make my pizza. TJ's whole wheat pizza dough is awesome, but one of these days I am going to make my own dough. I digress. The main part of this pizza (and the new thing I made) was the red pepper sauce. It's sort of a pesto sauce, but you would use it as the tomato sauce on the pizza. Thank God for my new food processor. For those of you that don't have one, GET ONE. NOW. RUN. It's the bomb-diggity; what used to take me 30 minutes now takes about 2.5 seconds. Roasted garlic, roasted peppers (I roast mine directly over the flame on the stove), basil, S & P, OO. Simple. Delicious. Ok, so making a pizza is not going to win me any cooking awards, but it was good. I am pretty sure th...

Me. A computer. And a blog. First things first... what the *&%$ is a blog ? According to the mother of all word definition sources, Merriam Webster: short for Weblog, this word was created in 1999 (God, I was still in college...) a Web site that contains an online personal journal with reflections and comments So, according to the definition, this blog should contain a personal account of all the exciting things that happen in my life (which, is often). This will really be more like a way for me to record anything and everything that happens to me, so that when I get older- afterall, I am in my 30's now- I can remember what the hell happened.  I recently quit my job, because I don't believe that you should spend the majority of your day being unhappy at what you do. To anyone that knows me, this is no surprise. Maybe this is why I am not a millionaire yet. I always fancied myself as a millionaire. Maybe I should have fancied a millionaire instead. Semantics suck. ...