I saw a hot redheadded guy on BART on Wednesday.  It's remarkable because he is the first hot redheaded guy I have ever seen.  I was kind of stunned.  Yeah, sure there are plenty of "cute" redheads, but never have I seen one this smolderingly hot.  Bravo, sir.  Way to inherit good genes.

Top Nine Favorite Deep Fried Things To Eat:

(not to be confused with all those deep-fried things you shouldn't eat)

 

9) steak-frites (the super thin kind)

8) curly fries

7) potstickers

6) falafel

5) chocolate cake donuts

4) tostada salad shells (preferably with guac)

3) mozzarella sticks

2) mini-corn dogs

1) onion rings

equality for immigrants

It literally brings tears to my eyes to see people try to claim what should be theirs but isn't.  There is a large immigrants' rights march and rally going on outside of my office right now.  It's a stirring thing to observe and a cause that I support wholeheartedly, I just hope that people outside of the choir are listening.

Good day Sunshine

Yay, it's finally stopped raining here.  No more soggy pant hems and lugging around a mouldering umbrella.  Hope it lasts!

Interesting but true....

I'm back. Here's something interesting to read, since I've got nothing for you. Enjoy and hold on.

is it wednesday yet? haiku

what do you mean "gone"?

i have been here the whole time,

just being quiet.

comment spam

Since no one except spammers are posting comments, I'm closing comments to blogger users only. Sorry if anyone wanted to post something relevant, but blame the spammers.

the kitchen sink

I feel like I've been absent from the blogosphere lately, but I've got way too much stuff going on right now.  I've got a lot on my plate, both personally and professionally.  Wish I could blog about it, that might help sort things out, but that's just a no-no.

an up-in-the-air office building wednesday haiku (literally)

9 floors vertical,

twenty feet to the Northwest,

miles from the bathroom.

important things to remember

1 - Do not wear boob shirts to work.

2 - All shirts have the potential to turn into boob shirts on the right (or wrong) wearer.

3 - The black button-down shirt I'm wearing today is one of those shirts, and I am one of those wearers.

wednesday haiku, a recipe

sweet green tomatoes,
mini mozzerella balls,
balsalmic and oil.

(and fresh basil, and salt and pepper, but that all wouldn't fit) ...makes a lovely summer salad. For more recipes and plenty of vegetable ideas, visit Gourmania.

a whole new world

I feel like I've been really out of touch with the blogging world lately, what with leaving my former job where I could spend hours at a time surfing the web and all. So, this evening I reaquainted myself with all my old favorites - Cupcake, SheWalks, ThisFish, etc. Nothing like a little home-grown chick lit to make me feel reconnected. Keep up the good work, ladies.

a brief briefing on my new job

Had my first day at my new job today...now I just want to take a nap. Everything went great, all my new co-workers are super nice and I actually get to use my brain in my new position, but it was a lot to absorb in one day. Lots of acronyms, passwords, and whatnot. Felt great to come home from work and watch some bad reality tv to decompress my brain.

last day of work haiku

Today is the end -
of this stage in my career,
of a very long year.

disappointments and changing directions

The Boy did not get into grad school. He just found out. I'm super bummed
for him; for not having had the impulse to go before, he really put a lot
of pressure on himself to get in this year. Sucks. Now our lives are on
hold for another year, waiting to see what happens.

seasonal haiku for you

the whirring of fans,
followed by cold foggy nights,
mean it's summer here.

one of those days

Umm...so, I just escaped from a potentially very embarassing situation. See, I went down the hall to the bathroom (the communal one) and popped into the last stall, since there was no one in there. I did what I had to do, flushed, and twisted the silver locking handle back to the left to exit the stall. Twist, push, nothing. Hmm...twist, push, nothing. The door wouldn't open. Peering closer to the latch, I could see that it was no longer engaging with the mechanism inside the door and the post was stuck in the lock. I tried twisting lightly... nothing; twisting hard... nothing; twisting while leaning to the left...nothing; shaking the whole door frame in an attempt to dislodge the cheap-ass lock...nothing. i was stuck. I weighed my options, eyeing the 14" gap between the bottom of the stall door and the dusty tile floor. Maybe I could just wait in here until someone else came along, maybe they'd be able to jimmy the lock from the outside. The thought of being forever remembered as "the girl from down the hall who got stuck in the bathroom" just didn't appeal. My mind flashed to the junior high school trick of locking stalls and slipping back out underneath to foil the next person who had to pee. I did what I had to do, dropped my adult self to the floor and slid out from under the stall door like the experienced swing dancer I'm not. Phew. Free at last. Hope there's not too much floor funk stuck to my butt.

a post about nothing

I was reading Tequila Mockingbird's archives today (her archives b/c she
has gone MIA of late), and am still supremely jealous of her skills. See
my sidebar for the link, if you're interested in some quality storytelling.

today is wednesday, right?

Then, it must be Haiku Wednesday!! Here we go:

Dear, sweet gelato,
Stracciatella, nocciola,
So hard to choose one.

insert previous title here

Okay, so the last post's title was meant for this post, in case you get the allusion. What's making me so happy? I got a new job!! Yay! Now...how do I tell my current coworkers? Breaking up with one person is hard enough, how do you dump an entire office?