Some work and some great news...

Just to get it out there: I. Hate. Cramps. About 3,000 Anthonys worth. (By the way, kudos to Nic for this brilliant new rating system). Now that that's out of the way, let me continue.

Worked on a writing job today. It went really well! I was writing profiles for a professional matchmaker. What a fun gig.

Then I got a totally out of the blue call from my dad...

Guess who's going to Ireland in 2 months!?!?

ME!!!!!!!

Yeah! Apparently my cousin's getting married over there at the end of September. This will be my first trip to Europe: HOW exciting. I almost can't think about it, I'm so excited. In fact, just last night I was talking to my friend Pete about traveling to Europe, and I was feeling sad/regretful that I had never gone. We were sitting at the Blackbird Buvet having drinks, and I made up my mind then and there to MAKE IT HAPPEN while I was still in my 20s. I know, arbitrary number, but still--I never went when I was in college, and it seems like one of those things you need to do before you turn 30.

Anyway, Pete and I were talking about other stuff too--we usually wind up talking about the foundations on which people build their lives: the places they choose, the company they keep, the things they fall into, and the patterns they create...no matter how deep they get, these conversations always take place in bars, for whatever reason.

During this whole scene, I made the regrettable decision of ordering these:

"Jalapeno Bottle Caps"

They are slices of jalapeno, deep fried, salted, and served with ranch. They cost $1.50. And they worked on my guts like acid for the next twelve hours. Ug. This was the reason I gave up flamin' hot Cheetos--I KNOW better.

Anywho, next week Pete's going to take me on a tour of "the Albuquerque I don't know." All the hidden haunts and dives he only knows about because he's... well, Pete! We were going to try to get a polaroid camera for said project, but apparently they don't make the right film anymore and to actually get some is super expensive. And seeing as I'm broke and Pete's broke, I think we're gonna stick to what we've got.

Plus... DID I MENTION I AM GOING TO IRELAND IN 2 MONTHS!?!

Keeping calm, moving on. Here are some photos from the manual camera: we got them developed today.

There's plenty more (some are badASS!) but I haven't made the final cuts for the photography project yet, so I can't reveal them here. :)

Much love your way. Adios!

august sweat down

I've been eating well lately. Between working at a delicious restaurant and making Asian noodle dishes with Katie, I definitely haven't been going hungry...

This is the AMAZING meal we made a couple nights ago. If you're interested, here's what it is:

• 1 package of Asian noodles
  
• 1/4 cup Soy sauce
• 1/4 cup Soy vinegar
• 3 teaspoons Sesame oil
• 1 tablespoon Hot Chili oil
• "Rooster Sauce" to taste
• 2 tablespoons Sesame seeds (we used black and white)
• 2-3 tablespoons ginger
• 2-3 cloves garlic, minced
• Chives / cilantro on top
  
• Whatever veggies you like or have (carrots,broccoli, celery, peppers, mushrooms, sprouts, onions, cabbage, green onions, etc.)

• Mix all the wet materials into a sauce
• Cook noodles, drain, and rinse with cold water
• Finely chop all your veggies
• Mix all ingredients together!

Now... on to less foodie topics.

I had today off, so I got in the car with both the manual and the digital cameras to take today's picture--"worry." I was driving towards a specific area of town with a particular idea in mind, but when I got to the street where I needed to turn left, I couldn't get over. So I wound up taking a longer route, which led me to the actual picture I took. I wouldn't have seen the little site I photographed had my original intention panned out. Isn't that the way it goes.

Not much else today... it's so hot here, every day, that it seems to suck all energy and motivation right out of my pores. I ended up walking around campus town a bit, snapping random photos--by the time I got back to my car, sweat was trickling down the backs of my legs and pooling in my belly button. THEN it took another twenty minutes of driving in my non-air conditioned car to get home. Needless to say, I was drenched by the time I walked through the front door. Sexy, I know. Here are a few of today's 110-degree snapshots.


Didn't put up the best ones... not sure what I'm using for the photo project yet.

I hope Albuquerque hasn't ruined me for heat. I used to crave it... now I feel like I'm waiting out the summer indoors... I can't wait until September gets here. Fall in New Mexico is way better.

an actual return to high school...

So as most of you know, I started a new job at a restaurant. Going through training yesterday and today was the most vivid living flashback of high school I've ever had. I never would have expected restaurant work to bring it all back. My junior year of high school, I worked at Portillo's Hotdogs--a half fast-food, half sit-down restaurant in Batavia. I was 17. I was terrified during training, because it was my first job outside of babysitting and piano teaching. I ended up loving it (as much as you can love a job working in fast food): I worked with Steve Hladik in the drive through line, and I was promoted to trainer within a month. I was fast and I was good. Now, at 24 (with a master's degree, NOT that that matters...) I'm training for the same job. Less responsibilities, actually. And re-learning the abbreviations for expediting food, where all the random restaurant crap is, and dealing with cranky line cooks has--to my utter surprise--reminded me of those days--days I haven't thought about in about 7 years.

Since today was my second (and last) day of training, I felt kind of stupid, slow, and deaf. (You really should consider NOT working in a kitchen if you're got a bad ear. I'm constantly asking, "what?" -- to which the unheard culprit usually repeats whatever he/she said in the same garbled half-yell. They must think I'm an idiot.)

It's so weird being back here again. I feel simultaneously like a failure and like a rockstar--doing the grunge work, getting paid almost nothing, but not worrying about my job the minute I leave the restaurant. This will either result in me kicking ass at my writing business or working forever in a restaurant. Which I don't think I have the proverbial stones for. I'm too cushy. Plus I want to make real money. Soon.

So I work tomorrow's day shift again, then I have the next two days off. During which you can bet your ass I'll be marketing my writing skills. Time passes a lot faster when you're making $40 an hour than when you're making $6+tips.

Claritin D = no sleep for me

Morning, dear ones.

I'm in an interesting mental/physical state. Saw dawn today. It was pretty.


Why, you ask, did I see the sun rise? It all boils down to one little pill: Claritin D. Last night, Katie and I went out and did some super fun stuff: bought things at Target, had pho at a Vietnamese restaurant I'd never been to, drove up to the foothills and took pictures, and got Coldstone for the first time since who knows when. THEN we went over to Mary and Julio's, where Nic was waiting with an allergy pill for moi. I had asked him to bring one because my eyes were bothering me and they have a dog, and I even asked him what kind it was...he said claritin. Cool! So, he dutifully brought me one. What I failed to determine was what kind of claritin it was. See, I take the normal stuff all the time. What I DON'T take is Claritin D -- it may as well be cocaine. I CANNOT sleep if I've had it. Not his fault; I should have realized that I was taking a horse pill instead of the dainty little normal claritins--my mistake.

As a result, I lay awake / in partial dream world for the majority of the night. By the time 5 o'clock rolled around, I was about done with that. So, to Katie's bewilderment, I got myself up, made a pot of coffee, and sat down out here in the livingroom to write away my frustrations.

The funny thing is that I'm starting my new job today, and I was worried that I would oversleep. Ha.

As for the job, I'm a little nervous--not about it, but about the fact that I just booked a five-day vacation 20 days from now and haven't told my boss yet. Wish me luck. :-/

You know that simultaneously weightless and super-heavy feeling in your body when you haven't slept? It's the strangest thing... I feel like I'm embedded in the couch but also uncomfortably floaty. Plus there's that pseudo-nausea early morning thing going on... but overall, I feel pretty good, considering. Hope I'm not a space cadet today!

Some pics from last night:







Well... only passed about half an hour with this. Wonder what I'll do 'til 8:30 when I have to leave. Hope you all have a delicious Sunday... smooches!

2009 Photo Project: Word List

1. up
2. loquacious
3. worry
4. night
5. love
6. naysay
7. fresh
8. shell
9. regal
10. warmth
11. original
12. clean
13. pink
14. brier
15. gratitude
16. buzz
17. pale
18. mercy
19. vapid
20. absolute
21. useless
22. alive
23. morning
24. lascivious
25. irony
26. dirty
27. home
28. ordinary
29. taste
30. yes

Froot loops and plane tickets...

Good morning, all! Have to get on with the day, but thought I'd drop a few words and photos here before I get down to business. I just ate a bowl full of dry froot loops--my morning favorite. I can barely stand the thought of eating in the morning, but these seem to be the exception to the rule.




For some of you ladies who read this, I have to share with you the best piece of makeup I've bought in a long time: Revlon Beyond Natural blush. SO much better than the other loose, expensive mineral crap I've been buying. FYI.


Anywho, I had a fantastic day yesterday. Hung out with Nic at Flying Star; worked on blog stuff, work stuff, and writing stuff. They're all interconnected. Then, I met up with my new friend Monte for drinks at O'Niells. It was great talking to someone new: new perspectives, new set of work stories/morals/life experiences. I had about 3 hard ciders and was feeling pretty good around the time that he took off. So, instead of following him out the door, I stuck around and waited for Nic to show up. Had a couple more drinks, sitting on the patio and wishing it could stay that temperature forever. It's been unseasonably cool this past week--you know you're in the Southwest when 86 degrees feels like fall. I love it. Here are some momentos from the evening:








Gotta love self-photography.

Also, late last night Katie and I booked plane tickets for Illinois on August 20. I'm SO EXCITED! Hopefully Mads will be able to book her family's lakehouse... but if not, we'll just have a couple more days with the family. It will be the first time Katie will see my mom's garden in the summer. :)

Then the next weekend, Jorge comes out. Hilarity will ensue.

THEN, over Labor Day, Katie's friend Andi's coming out to stay with us. We officially have a guest room now, so if anyone wants to get away for a while, just let us know...!

Ok.. signing off. Must get to work.