my day
Current mood: bouncy
My day consisted of a margarita, 40 pennies, goat cheese and a bug man.
Margarita Day!
At 3:00 today, the Vice President of HR took the Events team to Bahama Breeze for margaritas and to celebrate two successful events of substantial size that happened last week (the Bob's Your Man Rally and Take Our Daughters and Sons to Work Day). The weeks leading up to these two events entailed long hours... so today we celebrated. Me (Event Production), Shawna (Communications), Tommy (Graphics), Aaron (Entertainment), Jack (Video Production), and John (well... John).
Toll Plaza Woes!
Following a Bahamarita (which turned out to be fabulous!), I went to Best Buy to get a Mother's Day gift that's going to take some time to put together (not saying what it is in case there are any big mouths on here)... but yeah, don't forget Mother's Day is May 11.
Out of habit upon leaving Best Buy, I hopped onto the Osceola Parkway to take the fastest route home to BeauDog. About a mile out from the toll plaza (after seeing the sign), I realized I had no cash - just an ash tray full of change. I managed to pull together $1.50 from that change, but this is how it was handed to the plaza attendant:
1 Quarter, 5 dimes, 6 nickels, and 40 pennies.
Yep. 40 pennies.
Guess that was my cue to buy a SunPass.
At least the attendant didn't take the time to count. She just shook her head, took my word for it and flipped the signal light to green.
Hugo's at Home a Success!
In Cali - Studio City at the corner of Riverside and Coldwater Canyon to be exact - there is a restaurant called Hugo's that I went to a few times. Great food. Cool vibe. It was ordinary to see directors and actors reading through scripts while waiting on lunch, agents and clients looking over headshots while sipping hot tea, and plenty of hot, young wanna-BEs who in all likelyhood will in fact oneday be the BEs.
So anyway, there was a dish I always had. Lately, I've really had a craving for this dish. I looked up Hugo's menu online in hopes of remembering the ingredients so that I could make it here at home. Sadly, I learned that Hugo's no longer serves the delight.
Long story short, I did a little experimenting in the kitchen in hopes of recreating the dish.
White potatoes, Sweet potatoes, Pearl onions, Goat cheese... Success! I must say - I am pretty dang good in the kitchen. Go me! As a matter of fact, I think my version of the tasty side dish might even be better than the original from Hugo's! I do not kid.
I'm armed and ready for our next potluck at work!
Running From the Bug Man
As the day drew to a close, I took Beau out for his last walk of the night and gave him a chance to play a little football. About 25 minutes into our fun, I heard it. That buzz. That awful buzz that means only one thing - the bug man was coming!
It's kinda like hearing the cute little melody that means the ice cream man is coming. You remember that? You hear the tune and start running like a mad woman to get a dollar so you can buy a Orangescicle or one of those 3-toned tubes with the frozen bubble gum ball at the bottom. You know what I mean.
Except with the bug man... It's not a cute tune - it's an ear-aching buzz (that comes from the back of the truck where the poison is released). And with the bug man... You don't run like a mad woman to get a dollar - you run like a mad woman to get fresh air. I have no desire to grow a third eyeball or a mustache.
Yeah, so Beau and I were out playing ball when I heard it. Though the echo of the buildings made it a little difficult to pin-point the location of the bug man, I soon knew his exact location when he turned onto the street across from me.
I grabbed Beau's leash, retrieved the bag of poo that sat on the grass a yard away and gave Beau a verbal, "Let's go, Dog!" and haul-tailed it across the grass heading for the sidewalk in a desperate attempt to cut off the bug man and make it back to my building before he did.
For nearly 45 minutes (maybe it was only 45 seconds), Beau and I ran like the wind... jumping curbs, dodging mailboxes, dipping into the street to avoid stray sprinklers and keeping our eyes on the target - the door to my living room (where we could breathe carefree). All the while, the buzz stayed right on our heels not letting up an inch. But I refused to look back. I had a goal - a target - the door.
Just as I reached the door and turned... the bug man reached up. Upon reaching us, he switched off his sprayer and waved.
The little sucker. I dare not consider the enjoyment he must have gotten from watching us run... me with long lanky legs and Beau with short stubby legs, carrying a football and a bag of poo.
Mean ole bug man.
Current mood: bouncy
My day consisted of a margarita, 40 pennies, goat cheese and a bug man.
Margarita Day!
At 3:00 today, the Vice President of HR took the Events team to Bahama Breeze for margaritas and to celebrate two successful events of substantial size that happened last week (the Bob's Your Man Rally and Take Our Daughters and Sons to Work Day). The weeks leading up to these two events entailed long hours... so today we celebrated. Me (Event Production), Shawna (Communications), Tommy (Graphics), Aaron (Entertainment), Jack (Video Production), and John (well... John).
Toll Plaza Woes!
Following a Bahamarita (which turned out to be fabulous!), I went to Best Buy to get a Mother's Day gift that's going to take some time to put together (not saying what it is in case there are any big mouths on here)... but yeah, don't forget Mother's Day is May 11.
Out of habit upon leaving Best Buy, I hopped onto the Osceola Parkway to take the fastest route home to BeauDog. About a mile out from the toll plaza (after seeing the sign), I realized I had no cash - just an ash tray full of change. I managed to pull together $1.50 from that change, but this is how it was handed to the plaza attendant:
1 Quarter, 5 dimes, 6 nickels, and 40 pennies.
Yep. 40 pennies.
Guess that was my cue to buy a SunPass.
At least the attendant didn't take the time to count. She just shook her head, took my word for it and flipped the signal light to green.
Hugo's at Home a Success!
In Cali - Studio City at the corner of Riverside and Coldwater Canyon to be exact - there is a restaurant called Hugo's that I went to a few times. Great food. Cool vibe. It was ordinary to see directors and actors reading through scripts while waiting on lunch, agents and clients looking over headshots while sipping hot tea, and plenty of hot, young wanna-BEs who in all likelyhood will in fact oneday be the BEs.
So anyway, there was a dish I always had. Lately, I've really had a craving for this dish. I looked up Hugo's menu online in hopes of remembering the ingredients so that I could make it here at home. Sadly, I learned that Hugo's no longer serves the delight.
Long story short, I did a little experimenting in the kitchen in hopes of recreating the dish.
White potatoes, Sweet potatoes, Pearl onions, Goat cheese... Success! I must say - I am pretty dang good in the kitchen. Go me! As a matter of fact, I think my version of the tasty side dish might even be better than the original from Hugo's! I do not kid.
I'm armed and ready for our next potluck at work!
Running From the Bug Man
As the day drew to a close, I took Beau out for his last walk of the night and gave him a chance to play a little football. About 25 minutes into our fun, I heard it. That buzz. That awful buzz that means only one thing - the bug man was coming!
It's kinda like hearing the cute little melody that means the ice cream man is coming. You remember that? You hear the tune and start running like a mad woman to get a dollar so you can buy a Orangescicle or one of those 3-toned tubes with the frozen bubble gum ball at the bottom. You know what I mean.
Except with the bug man... It's not a cute tune - it's an ear-aching buzz (that comes from the back of the truck where the poison is released). And with the bug man... You don't run like a mad woman to get a dollar - you run like a mad woman to get fresh air. I have no desire to grow a third eyeball or a mustache.
Yeah, so Beau and I were out playing ball when I heard it. Though the echo of the buildings made it a little difficult to pin-point the location of the bug man, I soon knew his exact location when he turned onto the street across from me.
I grabbed Beau's leash, retrieved the bag of poo that sat on the grass a yard away and gave Beau a verbal, "Let's go, Dog!" and haul-tailed it across the grass heading for the sidewalk in a desperate attempt to cut off the bug man and make it back to my building before he did.
For nearly 45 minutes (maybe it was only 45 seconds), Beau and I ran like the wind... jumping curbs, dodging mailboxes, dipping into the street to avoid stray sprinklers and keeping our eyes on the target - the door to my living room (where we could breathe carefree). All the while, the buzz stayed right on our heels not letting up an inch. But I refused to look back. I had a goal - a target - the door.
Just as I reached the door and turned... the bug man reached up. Upon reaching us, he switched off his sprayer and waved.
The little sucker. I dare not consider the enjoyment he must have gotten from watching us run... me with long lanky legs and Beau with short stubby legs, carrying a football and a bag of poo.
Mean ole bug man.
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