Desperate Times

If you haven't heard, we're buried in snow. BURIED! It's quite amazing but a little inconvenient. My car is under three feet of snow and I don't own a snow shovel. And even if I could get out of my parking spot, the streets are not plowed and everything is closed. So staying home is fine but a little boring, especially since my roommate is out of town. I mean even I get bored of watching multiple episodes of The Real Housewives of Orange County and Keeping Up With the Kardashians. So when I was invited for a potluck dinner at a neighbors I jumped at the chance to get out of my house. But what did I really have to take to a potluck dinner???

I called my mother...

Me: Mom, I have a snow emergency. My neighbors invited me to a potluck dinner and the only appropriate thing I have in the house to contribute is a chocolate cake but I don't have frosting. I was thinking there was probably a way I could make frosting?

Mom: Yes, yes there is.

Me: OK, I'm ready.

Mom: First, do you have a mixer?

Of course I have a mixer, woman! I don't use it but I have it. And luckily I live with Gretchen and she has baking supplies. (Gretchen, you're almost out of cocoa and powered sugar. Thanks!) Turns out there was a recipe for chocolate frosting on the back of the can of cocoa in the cupboard.

As the cake was baking and I was getting the ingredients together for the frosting my dad called...

Dad: What are you doing?

Me: Making snow emergency chocolate frosting from scratch.

Dad: Oh this should be interesting. You might have better luck digging your car out of 3 feet of snow.

Why do my parents have so little faith in my baking ability? Just because I choose not to bake doesn't mean I can't bake.

The chocolate frosting was delicious. And my car is still buried. I'll tackle that tomorrow. If I can find a shovel.

How We Roll

This is a link to a little blurb about how the company I work for uses the iPhone in business. It's kind of interesting. And fun. And hello...we have a profile on Apple's website. I'm just saying...

Be sure to click on the link and watch the video. I'm not in it because, well, I'm not a VP, or working in the LA office, or one of the 450 people who have an iPhone paid for by the company. Someday....

Correct Me If I'm Wrong; Dots vs Feathers

I witnessed this conversation at work today (the other job-which I haven't blogged about, mostly on purpose but a little bit because I've been so busy working two jobs and watching online episodes of Greek-yes for the 2nd time) between an Indian, from India, girl (this is important) and a Caucasian, from North Carolina, guy (also important, sort of).

Girl: I made Ethiopian food last night.

Guy: Ethiopian food? What's Ethiopian food?

Girl: It's similar to Indian food.

Guy: Oh I make Indian food all the time, I'm part Indian.

Girl: Really? What kind of Indian food do you make?

Guy: You know things with curry and potatoes. My Grandma was 100% Cherokee Indian so we make all that stuff.



I think someone needs a lesson in culture, food and maybe geography.

Ridiculously Obsessed

For the past one and a half weeks I have been completely obsessed with the TV show Greek. I found it on Hulu when I was laying in bed sick and needed something to watch. And watch I did. 10 days 52 episodes. I finished the last 2 episodes tonight and now I'm counting down the days, no, minutes until the next episode airs on January 25th. I'm so depressed. I thought about pacing myself, but I couldn't do it. I was addicted. I am addicted. I've stayed up until 2:00, 3:00 and 4:00 in the morning watching. I've been late to work everyday. And I mean really late. Late even for me late. I've been late to baby showers, birthday parties, lunch and dinner. I even missed a party on Saturday night. Ummm, make that two parties on Saturday night. I've stopped watching regular TV and I've started dreaming Greek. I've never felt this way before. About anything. Not even Diet Coke. Which I love. Hello! And now it's all over. I really don't think I can sustain myself on one little episode a week. Maybe I should just move on. Stop watching now and get over it. If I keep watching I fear my heart will break a little more with the end of each episode. I almost stopped watching after episode 51. It was such a great episode. One where all the pieces come together. The girl gets the guy and the guy gets the girl and in that moment everyone can live happily ever after. But I didn't leave it there. No, I had to watch episode 52 and now I have to watch the next one and the one after that and the one after that. You get the point.


It's ridiculous.


Have you ever been obsessed with something so ridiculous?

Things People Say - A Popsicle is a Popsicle

This little gem came from my nephew Parker when two bites of his ice cream bar were taken by his dad and Uncle Vince after he waved it in their faces:

"A popsicle is a popsicle and you can't get it back once it's in your darn stinkin' belly."

Merry Christmas

Things People Say - Over Email

Dec 08 4:45 PM, SG: We talked about going to lunch this week sometime?

Dec 08 5:03 PM, Me: Are you going to be in the office at all? How about Friday?

Dec 08 5:25 PM, SG: I am here all week and Friday is good.

Dec 09 9:43 AM, Me: Friday it is!

Dec 09 9:44 AM, SG: Counting the moments until I can bask in your radiance and experience the brilliance of your aura....because you know that you...are...the wind beneath my wings!!!

Dec 09 9:45 AM, Me: LOL!

Dec 09 9:46 AM, SG: Too much?

Dec 10 1:51 PM, SG: Hey, I am going to have to bail on lunch tomorrow. Sorry. I will come talk to you later.

Dec 10 2:50 PM, Me: No problem. Are you OK?

Dec 10 3:01 PM, SG: LOL..yes I am fine. I had a better offer...