Land O Lakes - Blog Dare

My neighborhood/apartment building is...

Dead.  I dont know my neighbors - wait I take that back, I know the neighbor to my right planted "shrubs" on the property line.  I am waiting for them to grow to have an excuse to accidently mow them over.  That is if someone ever gets out there to mow our yard.....or buys a lawn mower.  Thanks honey.  She's some type of corporate CPA.  Makes good money I guess cause we never see her. 

Channeling That Jet Blue Employee......

Write a letter of resignation. Not a letter resigning from the job that gives you a check periodically...but from one of the many other hats you wear.

To whom it may concern:

I have stayed in this place too many years.  The work I put in is exhausting.  There are no rewards, no bonuses, no paid vacation days or sick days.  I cant even get insurance coverage for this - they would laugh at my pre-exisiting condition.  Although I have made many friends, they are toxic.  They hold me down, talk about me, tell me I am nothing.  They tell me that My God is not for me and cannot hear my prayers.  I am tired at working so hard in this job.  It has made me fat.

I want a nice severance package.  One that doesnt just last 2 weeks but pays me for every week in the year that I have worked hard at this.  Wow - that's some payoff. 

No I will not give my 2 weeks notice because quite frankly, you are not that deserving. 
I will not stay just until someone else can take over for me.  That person is too valuable to even step into these old worn shoes. 
No I will not stay until the summer - I have plans for the summer.  Plans that dont involve YOU.

So as of today, I'm leaving. I am getting the heck outta dodge. Cause if I stay here one more day - the thing inside that has been shriveling away and dead will continue into nothingness.

I'm snatching my mock beer, saluting you, taking a swig - HERE WE GO - and jumping down the escape slide out of this plane.  Cheers.

Signed - My Life

cc - Low Self Esteem
cc - the Devil: you are on notice
BCC - God

Blog Dare

So for todays writing prompt at Bloggy Moms:  
What is the oddest last-minute meal you have put together and served?


How ironic, I just blogged about this on 2/26/11.  I dont know if this meal is too "odd" but I did kind of drag all the old stuff out the fridge to throw together.


I had a couple of scientists really interested in the contents of my refrigerator - particularly interested in some cherry tomatoes, cucumber and a mango. I had to get rid of them so, SALAD it was along with breaded chicken patty sandwiches and orange slices.

Ingredients
1 old cucumber
Some old cherry tomatoes (pick out the bad ones)
1 mango (or any fruit you have on hand, preferably something like pineapple)
Cut up the veggies in small pieces and toss them in a bowl.

Eyeball the following ingredients

salt

pepper

lemon juice

sugar

balsamic vinegar

olive oil

Whisk together all the ingredients, taste, add more sugar and pour over veggies/mango and toss. Voila! I had a pretty picture of the actual food that was plated but........as I went to put some ketchup on my sandwich, it squirted out all over my sandwich, salad and orange slices......so. Yeah. That's all I got there.

Give me Panda or Give me Death!

My fast food guilty pleasure is Panda Express or all things PF Changs or like my husband likes to call it: Chang Wangs. I love Panda Express mainly for their Orange Chicken. I have been eating orange chicken since I was in high school - a chicken place called Louisiana Chicken, in Los Angeles, on Crenshaw Blvd and Slauson Avenue sold oranged chicken in addition to their famous chicken and I have been hooked ever since.

It is not healthy.  In fact there are 545 calories in Panda Express Orange chicken as reported here.  Usually I eat it when I am not feeling up to snuff or have had a bad day.  Today was one of those days.  I got orange chicken, walnut shrimp and fried rice.

I will learn.  One day.

The Blog Dare - Scrapbooking

Well, my scrapbook I was so anxious to start when I got engaged is still sitting in my bag of wedding stuff. I think I only did one page of it. You have to be motivated to scrapbook - that is all there is to it. I have all these stickers and stuff that I havent even used yet...matter fact...*runs upstairs to get scrapbook*


Boobs Are Not for Everyone

That is what I would tell my younger self.  Thanks to The Blog Dare on Bloggy Moms, I started thinking about some things I would tell my younger self.

Prior to two days ago - I wouldn't have even thought of my younger self but due to a series of unfortunate events, a lot of things from my younger years have been regurgitated in the recesses of my mind.  One of them being - my boobs.