May 1, 2008

  • The Righ Tools For The Job

    I've always wanted to open a restaurant.  I don't really know what kind...probably a fun, trendy diner.  Preferably fusion Asian food.  Who knows, I just like the idea of being surrounded by food.   

    I read an article on MSN Money this morning about a cooking set designed by the Culinary Institute of America selling for $5,000, which boasts a complete set of 85 pieces made of trendy yet functional designs and high quality materials (like copper, which is a super conductor that evens out the heat in the pan/pot).  This set is supposed to be THE set ... the dream set ... of all Master Chefs (there are only 61 of these designations in the United States).  Supposedly, if you have the right equipment and techniques, cooking is going to be a breeze.  The right tools and foundations allow your creativity to flow freely.  Alright, I agree with that.  I've never been a great chef but I do enjoy cooking on occasion, and it would be nice if I had the right set up to create a gourmet meal. 

    But until I have time to cultivate my culinary skills to a much higher level, I'm going to hold off on spending $5,000 on a cooking set.  For now, I'm happy at just trying to not burn down the kitchen while cooking up some decent (read: novice) dishes.  If you're interested in the article, read on:

    http://articles.moneycentral.msn.com/Investing/HomeMortgageSavings/The5000Home-cookedDinner.aspx?GT1=33012#pageTopAnchor

     

April 24, 2008

  • Because Friendship Should Be Fun

    I'm stealing this from Hogan's website (http://www.xanga.com/qtongx). 

    True Friendship Is None of that
    Sissy STUFF

    Are you tired of those sissy 'friendship' poems that always
    sound good but never actually come close to reality?  Well, here is a
    series of promises that actually speak of true friendship.  You will see
    no cutesy little smiley faces on this card -- Just the stone cold truth of our
    great friendship.

    1. When you are sad -- I will jump on the person who
    made you sad like a spider monkey. 

    2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is
    choking you.

    3. When you smile -- I will know you are plotting
    something that I must be involved in. 

    4. When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every
    chance I get.

    5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories
    about how much worse it could be until you quit whining.

    6. When you are confused -- I will use little words.

    7. When you are sick -- Stay away from me until you are
    well again. I don't want whatever you have.

    8. When you fall -- I will point and laugh at your
    clumsiness.

    9. This is my oath.... I pledge it to the end. 'Why?' you
    may ask; 'because you are my friend'.

    Friendship is like peeing your pants, everyone can see it,
    but only you can feel the true warmth.

    AND MY VERY OWN #10:  When we are eating, you better
    eat that before I get to it!  You snooze, you lose.

April 22, 2008

  • Obsessive Compulsive Planner

    People have quirks.  Me, I'm quirky in my own obsession of planning everything out.  Here are just some examples:

    1. My bosses leave all the budgeting and event planning to me.  What does that tell you?
    2. Ask any friend that's visited me and they'll tell you that I love playing hostess and that I've planned every day down to the hour.  All the reservations are made and the phone numbers are entered into my phone.
    3. Anytime I travel, I do my research and know more about the place than some of the locals.
    4. My outfits are pre-coordinate so I can keep my sanity by not wasting time on deciding what to wear.
    5. I'm a labeler.  I'm packing up and I note on each box what's in it and which room it will go to.
    6. For the new house, I have an extensive list of where everything will go and even a diagram of the furniture arrangements.
    7. My task-list at work is sorted chronologically as well as prioritized by deadline and importance.
    8. My calendar is always up to date.  ALWAYS -- unless the meeting was canceled without my knowledge.
    9. I pre-purchase presents so I'll always have options when the holiday/birthday comes around. 
    10. I usually go shopping knowing what I want.  if I ever buy things on a whim, I already know the value of that item and generally find it for a better deal.
    11. You already know my love with financial planning.  My fear of financial insecurity when I get old is my main drive to discipline my own savings & investing habits.


    On a completely random note:  I am turning into such a snob! 

    Now I know why executives hire professional planners/organizers to help them do the simplest things like showing them how to organize their email inbox and folders.  I used to scoff at this when I first entered the work force as a little corporate peon running copies and answering phone calls on my headset.  My bosses used to ask me (and sadly, they still do) how to use computer program or where the print button was on the copy machine (the big green button, grrrrr!).  This used to bother me since the executives were too busy sitting on their high horses that they couldn't spend a little time to figure out how to open an email.  Organization came so naturally to me that I thought someone as smart as these executives wouldn't need to train on common sense.  But here I am, moving up the corporate ladder, taking on more management roles and ... ah ha!  I've turned into one of them (only to an extent). 

    The other day, I was rushing to make copies but did not want to waste any time figuring out how to use the new copy machine.  So what did I do?  I ran straight to the receptionist's desk and pleaded my case.  She came to my rescue and showed me step-by-step how to make double-sided copies, sort and stapled, and using the manual feeder function.  Could I have figured this out on my own?  Sure...in due time but I am paid a higher salary to do different tasks.  That's my excuse and I'm stickin' to it. 

  • Happy Earth Day!

    I hope each one of us can make a step toward living green from this day forward.  I'll even suck it up and dish out the cost of organic foods. 

    By the way, do you guys remember that cartoon Captain Planet?  It was one of my favorite shows as a kid.  I have the theme song stuck in my head and thought it'd be appropriate to post it up today.   

     






    "EARTH!"
    "FIRE!"
    "WIND!"
    "WATER!"
    "HEART!"

    "Go Planet!"

    "By your powers combined, I am Captain Planet!"

    Captain Planet, he's our hero
    Gonna take pollution down to zero

    He's our powers magnified
    And he's fighting on the planet's side

    Captain Planet, he's our hero
    Gonna take pollution down to zero

    Gonna help him put asunder
    Bad guys who like to loot and plunder

    "You'll pay for this Captain Planet!"

    We're the Planeteers
    You can be one too
    'Cause saving our planet is the thing to do!

    Looting and polluting is not the way
    Hear what Captain Planet has to say!

    "The Power is Yours!"

April 21, 2008

  • The Past Long Ago, The Future Too Soon

    "April showers, May flowers." 

    April has historically been a difficult month -- it seemed to be that significant bad luck or just plain bad decisions happened to me in April.  In school, April was the month I started panicking about final exams and big projects.  At work, April was the bombardment of major deadlines or the preparation of closing out the fiscal budget.  April is tax time, spring cleaning, and the peak month of allergy season.  April was always a bad month for relationships, too.  It was four years ago, around the same weekend, that I broke it off the first time.  It was two years ago, on this weekend, that I found out the truth that my past relationship was failing miserably.  April was when it would rain sporadically and the worms reappeared.

    Some good things happen in April -- I generally found good jobs in April.  I looked forward to Spring Break around this time.  Hey, I'm getting sign for a house at the end of this month.  Some of my good friends' birthdays are in April. 

    But no matter when April arrived, it's here and I didn't even realize that it's almost over until recently. 


    Packing is an emotional process.  Sometimes you find things you thought were lost or never even knew you had.  Sometimes you find things that shouldn't be found again.   I get excited when I come across an item that I hadn't seen in a long time, but what's most difficult is letting things go.  Some things should probably be thrown away but I haven't got the heart to do so.  Maybe I keep them as a reminder that there was once a good part to the miserable ending and that one good thing was worth holding onto despite all the negative things that played out.  In actuality, what's worth remembering can be stored in my mind...it doesn't necessarily take a photo or a written note to remind me that certain things happened.  Still, when I look at these mementos, I get a rush of emotions from the past.  I'm torn between throwing things away or boxing them up and taking it with me to the new house.  I guess if the end result is that it brings more misery than happiness, it should be tossed. 

April 14, 2008

  • There's No Secret To Success

    Want to Survive the Recession? Work It Out

    by Ben Stein

    Now for a few words that may give you some guidance on life as it is.

    Last
    week, my pal Mike Long and I had dinner at a Thai place in Georgetown,
    Washington, D.C. Then we walked one long, steep block to Barnes & Noble so I could buy a few photo books of D.C. to send to my friends in California.

    The
    store was almost empty, possibly because of a powerful rain that was
    falling. I found several lovely books and brought them to the sales
    counter, where two young salesclerks, a man and a woman, were lounging.
    I told them I wanted to buy the books and have them mailed or otherwise
    sent to three addresses in California.

    Deer, Meet Headlights

    The young clerks looked worried. "We don't know how to do that," one of them said.

    "You don't ever send books?" I asked.

    "Hey, we're students at George Washington University," the young woman said. "We don't know how to do much."

    "But surely other customers have wanted to send books," I said.

    They shrugged.

    "Can you call over a manager?" I asked.

    "Yes," the young woman said eagerly. "Yes." Soon, a pretty young woman with short hair appeared.

    To
    make a long story short, she was indeed the manager, but she didn't
    know how to send the books, either. In fact, even after I'd carefully
    spelled out all of the addresses, they couldn't figure out how to send
    anything.

    Worse yet, just the effort "froze" the checkout
    computer such that it couldn't even let me buy the books to mail
    myself. When I wanted to buy some note cards with photos by the great
    Fred Maroon, they could only take cash and not give me any change.

    No one ever expressed any apologies.

    The Nakedly Indifferent Civil Servant

    Now, bear in mind, this is in a time when people are supposedly suffering financially and need jobs.

    As
    Mike and I walked back to my apartment, I said, "That was amazing.
    Those people didn't know how to do a basic transaction like mailing
    books."

    "No," he corrected me, "they don't want to do it. They
    didn't even really try very hard. They're college students. That means
    they don't care at all. They're getting paid whether they send the
    books or not. They're like civil servants -- only civil servants have a
    good attitude, and these guys have a poor attitude."

    "You're right," I said.

    When I got home, I went online and in five minutes had ordered and shipped the books. No fuss, no muss. Not a good omen for Barnes & Noble.

    Piecework Nation

    After that, I called information to get the telephone number for a luxury hotel in Chicago.
    The operator couldn't find the number -- I got it online, too. Then I
    called the hotel. The clerk at the front desk couldn't find my
    reservation. I retrieved it online.

    The next day in Chicago,
    I spoke to a gathering of physicians at a convention. After the speech,
    they told me that their No. 1 problem (after Medicare reimbursements)
    was finding workers who were actually willing to learn and work. "It's
    not a case of workers begging for jobs," said the man next to me at a
    post-speech lunch. "We're begging for qualified workers."

    There's
    a point to be gleaned from this, and my friend Mike made it well after
    our debacle at Barnes & Noble: "I wish every worker in America had
    to be a freelancer at selling or writing or painting or carpentry or
    computer repair or law or something for two years. I wish Americans
    could have a period in their lives when they only got paid for what
    they sold and produced. It would do this country world of good."

    Whistling Past the Graveyard

    There's
    another point here. First, it's true that we may well be in a
    recession. I didn't think it would happen, but a combination of Wall Street idiocy and greed, Federal Reserve tardiness and caution, and a deluge of fear dumped on consumers by the media may have done it.

    But
    even in a recession, there's always a shortage of talented, hardworking
    people in every field. Be one and, even if the recession gets really
    bad, you can whistle past the graveyard. You may have to move
    locations. You may have to learn new skills. But a willingness to work
    will get you everywhere you want to be.

    And if you aren't willing to work, I don't see why those of us who are should bail you out.


    On that note I better get back to work. 

April 13, 2008

  • Take A Look Around

    I'm surrounded by boxes -- some filled, some empty.  I stumble on them in the middle of the night, disoriented from the normal layout and lost in the dark as I navigate my way to the bathroom.  Half of my belongings are now boxed up, but there are still quite a bit left to be carefully wrapped and packed.  This apartment has been my home since I got (what I consider to be) my first real job out of college, a move that represented a rite of passage that went well beyond being initiated into adulthood.  Since I've lived here, I've set up a home office area and conducted business on the premises.  I've made shifts in furniture arrangements, hosted several memorable gatherings, and even turned it into a hotel for visiting friends and family.  I've successfully managed to maintain a record of ZERO indoor fires and even learned/tested a few EDIBLE gourmet dishes on the kitchen stove.  I've been a woman here, an ultimately happy but sometimes vulnerable one. 

    Look at all the things I've accumulated, tossed, and replaced.  Some are useful, some are not; some are good, some are not.  I'm conflicted
    between what to keep, what to return, and what to toss.  Still, moving forces a person to purge -- materials and raw emotions.  I need this move, any move.  It seems that every move represents a significant change in my life,
    whether it be good or bad.  A move always changes me.  Why is it that a
    move can mean so much?  Why does it alter our state of mind, and our physical
    and emotional well-being?

    I'm going to be alright.  Better than alright.  I'm lucky, remember?

April 12, 2008

  • National Geographic's Human Footprint

    I recently finished My Old Man and The Sea, a book
    about a father and son sailing around Cape Horn.  The book’s ending was highly satisfactory in
    my opinion – it leaves me feeling reflective. 
    I’m left with a feeling of contentment that they got an experience of a
    lifetime.  How many of us actually set out to live our lives to its
    fullest?  Probably many people start
    out ambitious that way, but then life’s curveballs kick us off course and
    expectations dampen our reckless abandon. 
    We then resort conforming to societal norms and bring ourselves “back
    down to earth.”

    Have you seen the new Kaiser Permanente's Kid Wisdom commercials??  Oh my gosh, that kid is sooooo cute!  I've seen that commercial so many times, but it still cracks me up every time.  Check out Pete Wiggins (the kid) in the commercial and on the Ellen Degeneres Show:


    By the way, for those of you who have Cable TV, the National Geographic Channel is showing an awesome show on our footprint on this earth.   Check it out on Sunday night, April 13th.  http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/channel/human-footprint/

April 2, 2008

  • I'm in ESCROW!!!

    I guess I'm not moving downtown afterall.  I'm in ESCROW!    My offer on my dream home got accepted.  I wanted it and I gave the bank what they wanted -- an offer they couldn't refuse. 

    Yay!!!

April 1, 2008

  • Temporary Move

    I found an apartment in downtown and will start moving in a couple of weeks.  The apartment is a smaller and older place than where I am now but it's comfortable enough and cheaper!  My friend owns the place so the lease agreement is flexible to adjust.  I'll be in DOWNTOWN!!!  I've always wanted to live downtown for the hippie/yuppie ambiance.  Granted, I don't live in a posh luxury flat, but it's the location that attracts me.  Now I'll have no excuse but to bike to and from work everyday.  Neato! 

    I'm still waiting to hear back from my house offers, keeping my fingers crossed.  Realistically, I wouldn't be able to move into a house until at least May anyway since there will be some carpet change, paint, or miscellaneous fixings to be done on it.  So here we go...another move before the BIG move. 

    Talking about temporary move, today's stock market performance knocked me out of my seat!

    Dow 12,654.36 +391.47 +3.19%

    Nasdaq 2,362.75 +83.65 +3.67%
    S&P 500 1,370.18 +47.48 +3.59%
    10 Yr Bond(%) 3.5450% +0.1130