Monday, March 30, 2009
That night I started training at the second job. It's not that hard, alot of cash handling and checking in an out the staff. I worked 5 hours thursday, 8 friday, and 5 saturday, all training. I think i've got it all down, but i'm still want one more night before i'm totally left on my own. I've worked for myself for so long, i'm not used to asking anyone how to do something, so once i'm on my own I want to make sure that I can do it. So I have a break until thursday night, when I have to work 8:30 pm to 5:30 am. It's a pretty crazy scheduale, considering i'm working all day doing the property management thing, but I was quite proud of myself for handeling it so well. I wasn't that tired and didn't loose my momentum all weekend. Normally i'm one of those people who likes to sleep for 8-10 hours a day, and don't you dare do anything to ruin that routine. But I did ok. I know it's eventually going to wear on me, but hopefully this won't be for a long time period.
Sunday I slept til noon, went and did a little shopping, came home and baked a ham (new glaze with maple syrup, dijon mustard, and a dash of crushed cloves... yummy!), and cleaned up the house. That night after dinner we watched "Flags of our fathers". It was a good movie, the cinematography was amazing, but I found it slightly depressing. It was so sad how they, especially the Indian Ira, was totally manipulated by the government, using them to sell war bonds. Yes, it was for a good cause, but they really didn't care about them as people. Plus the movie was a tad bit on the slow side. Not sure why. We're gonna watch "Letters from Iwo Jima" next weekend. The cool part of this is, at least I think for Ken, is seeing all the history and getting a sense of what his mother saw as a kid. She was 5 and in Okinawa when the nuclear bombs were dropped and she remembers seeing the blast in the sky. I think in a wierd way it helps him to either understand better or get a better sense of his parents history. His dad is American, a marine, and his mom Japanese, born and raised on Okinawa til she was in her twenties and married his dad. So in these films he's seeing both sides. Of course his dad didn't fight in this war, he was only 5 himself, but he was a marine for 20 years, serving 4 tours in Vietnam, and I think this gives him a sense of his father.
Today was a pretty good day too. Had a facial at 10. My face is still breaking out something awful. I know i'm not drinking enough water these days. Especially this weekend, I lived on sweet tea. And then tonight I had a massage. Just needed to relax. This week is going to be just as nuts as last, but i'm feeling more positive about everything. Maybe it was just pms hitting early. Damn hormones.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
or this one. I can't decide which one I like better. Not that i'll be buying either one any time soon. The bag from The Sak was my last little splurge for a while. We're hoping to be able to buy a house in August, and with the state of the economy the way it is, you pretty much have 20% down, which in Las Vegas is quite a hefty sum. So we're scrimpin and saving. I've even been contemplating taking on a second, weekend only, job.... just to build up the savings account a bit. I know i'm gonna be dog tired all the time, but I figure I better do it now before we have kids and i'm not as flexible with time, not to mention have more expendable energy.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Don't mess with a pro.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I love seeing the signs. Sometimes we just get so busy that they pass or by, or even worse, we choose not to see them. Two in one day tho, totally awesome. I try to see not only the ones that confirm that i'm on the right path, but that I might be on the wrong path, or headed that way. Those are always the hardest to see, mostly because I hate to admit I might be wrong.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
WOMAN'S PERFECT BREAKFAST She's sitting at the table with her gourmet coffee. Her son is on the cover of the Wheaties box.Her daughter is on the cover of Business Week.Her boyfriend is on the cover of Playgirl.And her husband is on the back of the milk carton.
WOMEN'S REVENGE 'Cash, check or charge?' I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase. As she fumbled for her wallet, I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse.'So, do you always carry your TV remote?' I asked.'No,' she replied, 'but my husband refused to come shopping with me, and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally.'
UNDERSTANDING WOMEN (A MAN'S PERSPECTIVE)I know I'm not going to understand women.I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root, and still be afraid of a spider.
MARRIAGE SEMINARWhile attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor, 'It is essential that husbands and wives know each other's likes and dislikes.'He addressed the man, 'Can you name your wife's favorite flower?'Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered, 'It's Pillsbury, isn't it?
CIGARETTES AND TAMPONSA man walks into a pharmacy and wanders up & down the aisles. The sales girl notices him and asks him if she can help him. He answers that he is looking for a box of tampons for his wife. She directs him down the correct aisle. A few minutes later, he deposits a huge bag of cotton balls and a ball of string on the counter.She says, confused, 'Sir, I thought you were looking for some tampons for your wife?He answers, 'You see, it's like this, yesterday, I sent my wife to the store to get me a carton of cigarettes, and she came back with a tin of tobacco and some rolling papers; cause it's sooo-ooo--oo-ooo much cheaper.So, I figure if I have to roll my own .......... so does she.(I figure this guy is the one on the milk carton!)
WIFE VS. HUSBANDA couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, 'Relatives of yours?' 'Yep,' the wife replied, 'in-laws.'
WORDS A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day.... 30,000 to a man's 15,000. The wife replied, 'The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men.. The husband then turned to his wife and asked, 'What?'
CREATION A man said to his wife one day, 'I don't know how you can be so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time. 'The wife responded, 'Allow me to explain. God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me; God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you!
WHO DOES WHAT A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning. The wife said, 'You should do it because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee. The husband said, 'You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee.' Wife replies, 'No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee.'Husband replies, 'I can't believe that, show me.'So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says . 'HE BREWS'
The Silent Treatment A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wake him at 5:0 0 AM for an early morning business flight. Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, 'Please wake me at 5:00 AM.' He left it where he knew she would find it.The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't wakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed. The paper said, 'It is 5:00 AM. Wake up.' Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.
Monday, March 9, 2009
But seeing as how we've been working so hard with no time off, we took saturday night off. I think we both needed to just get out and relax a bit.
First, we headed over to a new restaurant. The Fat Greek. I was in ULTA earlier in the week and got to talking to one of the techs there and she recommended this place. She said it was one of the best Mediterranean restaurants she's been to in a while. And it did not disapoint. The tzatsiki was wonderful, served with fresh warm pita bread. I just love this stuff. I probably could have eated the whole bowl full myself if Carl and Ken hadn't enjoyed it as much as I did. I ordered the seafood pasta, which was good. Not terrific, but good. It had a lot of shrimp, which was good, but the menu didn't say that it included muscles, which I am not a fan of. So I just picked them out. But the place was very nice, quaint, and the service was terrific. We were there at 8pm on a saturday night and it wasnt very crowded, or loud at all, which is always a bonus for me.
Next we headed over to the Brendan theaters at the Palms Casino.
It's really hard for me to give an opinion of a casino, having grown up here. After a while they all tend to blur into one another. But the guys really like the theater here, and it was just down the street from the restaurant. I like this theater, as far as movie theaters go, i'm just not a big fan of overly trendy places.
We went to see 'Watchemen'. The guys had both read the graphic novel so they had an idea of what to expect, and from what they said it followed the book very closely. I had never read it, or even heard of it until I started seeing commercials for it all over the place.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
So when I first saw, and heard Gerard Butler in "300", lets just say it was love at first site. This man was to die for. Those stomach muscles. That voice. That passion. Those eyes. Just look. See? Those eye's that say 'I can make you do anything I want just by raising my eyebrown and smiling at you"? And he can.
Okay minutes up. Clean up the drool.
Monday, March 2, 2009
But this addiction, like most, has it's pros and cons. The pros? My mailbox is usually filled with at least one, if not more, wonderful colorfilled issue of something that will capture my short attention span for at least an hour or two. Possibly sharing new recipes, craft ideas, or general knowledge that this over active mind just has to have.
The cons? There is absolutely nothing, and I do mean nothing, that I cannot gleam from these glossy pages that I cannot find on the internet. Heck, probably half of the 25 subcriptions that I have actually have an ONLINE magazine. Now where is the logic in that? They even put more stuff on their websites just to get you to log on to them.
So why do suckers like me continue to fill our landfills with these periodicals of useless knowledge? Because we are suckers. Old fashioned like to curl up on the couch with a glass of chocolate milk grew up with Bop and Teen Beat magazine suckers. We like the feel of the pages in our hands, the scents of the sample perfumes and whatever chemicals that might be affecting our brains. We like the mobility of a magazine. Curl it up, and it'll go with you anywhere.
Alot of my magazine subcriptions, probably half, are cooking magazines. Like I really need one more recipe for fried chicken, or that perfect pumpkin pie. But I have to admit that I have stolen, er, borrowed, well copied some of the recipes i've found in magazine and had great success. I do believe that's what they're there for afterall. To help us enrich our lives. And to make the perfect german chocolate pecan pie (Thank you Rachel Ray magazine.)
So next time you're inline in the grocery store and you're absently mindedly reading the front covers that are oh so conviently placed next to you, grab one. Take it home. Curl up on the couch and savor the smell, the small tidbits of advice, the glossy pictures of models in clothes that you would never wear. Become on with your inner teen again.
At least if some of ya'll do this I won't be alone in my obsession. Misery loves company afterall.
And you never know what knowledge will fall out of the pages and into your hot little hands. Could be just the thing you were looking for to show up that soccer mom down the street, you know miss perfect who knows everything about everything and everybody. Bet she didn't know that if you fed a dog slices of pineapple it would make his poop taste so bad he wouldn't eat it anymore.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Mamarazzi over ad Dandelion Wishes is giving away a prize everymonth to one of her followers. I have been following her site for a few months now and she is just the coolest! Definately check her out.