They’re going totally crazy at work getting things ready for The Wizard of Oz. This is all very silly. I’m almost considering calling in sick tomorrow, but I won’t because then I’ll be leaving Denise to fend for herself. Ugh. We’re supposed to not spend a whole lot of time on this, nor waste company resources.. yet I’m not sure if the entire department (Web team aside) worked 8 hours combined today! I can’t wait until it’s over. I’m one of the Lollipop Guilders.
I have absolutely nothing to say today.
We (Kelli, Adam, Kurt and I) went to see The Ring last night. Aside from the drunk, obnoxious, and childish crowd, I thought it was pretty okay. Kinda scary, kinda lame. I’m hard to impress though.
So we’re actually not saving daylight, we’re consuming more of it. I watched a thing on Discovery yesterday about how the moon moves away from the earth at 1.5 inches a year and it will make our days longer, the further away it gets. All the people who claim that there aren’t enough hours in a day should just wait 1,000 years.
Cheater’s Enchiladas Prep Time: approx. 10 Minutes. Cook Time: approx. 20 Minutes. Ready in: approx. 30 Minutes.
Makes 8 servings.
1 (8 ounce) container sour cream
8 ounces shredded Monterey Jack cheese
1 (12 ounce) can green enchilada sauce
12 (6 inch) corn tortillas
1 (2 ounce) can chopped black olives
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees
2. In a small bowl, combine the sour cream and cheese.
3. Into a 9×13 inch pan, pour a small amount of enchilada sauce to coat bottom of pan. Layer 6 tortillas on bottom of pan. Layer half of the cheese-sour cream mixture and 1/3 of the olives over the tortillas. Repeat. Pour the remaining enchilada sauce over the final layer.
4. Bake for 20 minutes. Cut into squares and serve.
I’ve never eaten it, I don’t think I would like it, and I don’t want it in my inbox. This is the type of thing I get to look at when I clean out the Deleted Items folder. I think I’d be more upset if those damn Koreans didn’t design such cute gambling ads.
I found this link design for chunks on someone’s blog. It’s a really nice collection of redesigned “barf bags”, continuously proving the point that design is everywhere.
Hoooooray! Today I paid off a loan that I’ve had for almost 3 years!
Not really. Sometimes, a small glimpse of something in my life makes me feel really stupid about my worries. There’s a house on my way home from Mickey’s. It’s inbetween the pizza place and the notorious “crack house”. There’s a man that lives there with a motion-sensitive light outside his front door. He’s in a wheelchair. [this is going to get kinda long] I’d like to consider myself very different from the people that “feel sorry for the handicapped”. I have worked with people who were unable to live by themselves, I have a friend whose dad uses a stick in his mouth to type and send email, I learned Braille to simply communicate with someone I worked with. So, I’m walking home, all pissed off that a shift was taken from someone but her work was not replaced to cover Thursday night (making Kurt work an extra 2+ hours) and I see this guy getting into his house, with a motorized wheelchair and a dog with a red saddle-looking thing. This is immediately identifiable as one of the dogs you shouldn’t pet, by the way. Just because it was taking him longer to unlock his door and maneuver his way inside, I stopped. I wanted to ask if he needed help. He got in just fine. I feel stupid. Not for wanting to help, because that’s inherently in my nature, but for thinking that he may need help (and stopping, subsequently); like he’s never done this before. So I’m walking home, thinking, “What can I do for this guy?” (after the fact!) like he even needs anything. I consider a holiday card with a call to action incase he needs a grocery shopper, or a ride somewhere. Then I realize he probably has what he needs or else he wouldn’t have gotten this far in his life. So, again, I’m a moron who feels unneccessarily responsible. I think we should all take this moment to consider our state and realize that it’s indisputably minor compared to anything else we could be dealing with. Perhaps you already have. Perhaps I belong on the short bus.
Well, I made it through the meeting. It was very productive and nice to be a party to. Though my a*s is now draggin’. If I can pull myself away from my beautiful monitor, I’ll take a nap.. but that will make going to bed tonight altogether different.