Michelle wisking the batter, very stylishly might I add.
The perfected batter. Michelle's technique was to switch between a spatula and wisk.
Mmm...blueberries.
Baking can be messy...
The Chefs
Friday, September 21, 2007
Michelle and Jenna think Blue
One on Ones are an hour a week I spend with one of my staff members to get to know them better and talk about their life. Michelle and I decided to have a Fun on One, where we did a fun activity during our time together. We decided upon making blueberry muffins. We both love baking and that way we could serve them at our staff meeting the next morning. Below is the documentation of those handmade delicious blueberry muffins.
Michelle wisking the batter, very stylishly might I add.
The perfected batter. Michelle's technique was to switch between a spatula and wisk.
Mmm...blueberries.
Baking can be messy...
The Chefs
Michelle wisking the batter, very stylishly might I add.
The perfected batter. Michelle's technique was to switch between a spatula and wisk.
Mmm...blueberries.
Baking can be messy...
The Chefs
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
mehicano
Sunday night, we were all craving mexican food and knew the best place to get it would be a hole in the wall restaurant. We finally remembered the little mexican place off of La Mirada near Biola.
We reached our destination and as soon as we walked in were greeted with an amazing aroma of handmade tortillas and salsa. We chose where we sat and the waiter took our order a few minutes later. We all got the "Super Burrito." It was definitely super. The burrito was huge! And delicious! It was definitely a treat and tasted authentic.
From all the restaurant eating I've done in my life, the hole in the wall restaurants always surpass the chains by far. The service was wonderful as well. I can't tell you how many times they asked how we were and if they could get us anything else. Great service, great food, a simple atmosphere and of course the company of Jen and Megan all made our spontaneous search for a hole in the wall mexican restaurant quite successful.
We reached our destination and as soon as we walked in were greeted with an amazing aroma of handmade tortillas and salsa. We chose where we sat and the waiter took our order a few minutes later. We all got the "Super Burrito." It was definitely super. The burrito was huge! And delicious! It was definitely a treat and tasted authentic.
From all the restaurant eating I've done in my life, the hole in the wall restaurants always surpass the chains by far. The service was wonderful as well. I can't tell you how many times they asked how we were and if they could get us anything else. Great service, great food, a simple atmosphere and of course the company of Jen and Megan all made our spontaneous search for a hole in the wall mexican restaurant quite successful.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
First Time
There is a first time for everything. Today was my first time I have ever hit anything with my car that wasn't another car...yes, I have been in an accident or two. Cristina, this is your time to laugh. She knows my driving record quite well.
Anyhow, I was driving from my house to Biola this morning for work. As I worked my way along La Mirada Blvd. and approached Biola, there were a few birds in the road. I was approaching quickly and hoped they would fly away. My car inched forward as I started to brake, but thankfully both birds flew up into the sky before I got too close for comfort.
I continued to drive and without any warning a big grey ball hit my windshield and was propelled upward because of the speed of my car. A bird hit my windshield. I am convinced it hit me, because I did not see it coming. My hand went directly over my mouth and Iooked through my rearview mirror as I saw a bird topple onto the grass in the center divider.
I wasn't sure if it was a laughing matter or if I should be sad. At this point, it is a laughing matter. Poor thing...it probably doesn't know what hit him...or what it hit.
Anyhow, I was driving from my house to Biola this morning for work. As I worked my way along La Mirada Blvd. and approached Biola, there were a few birds in the road. I was approaching quickly and hoped they would fly away. My car inched forward as I started to brake, but thankfully both birds flew up into the sky before I got too close for comfort.
I continued to drive and without any warning a big grey ball hit my windshield and was propelled upward because of the speed of my car. A bird hit my windshield. I am convinced it hit me, because I did not see it coming. My hand went directly over my mouth and Iooked through my rearview mirror as I saw a bird topple onto the grass in the center divider.
I wasn't sure if it was a laughing matter or if I should be sad. At this point, it is a laughing matter. Poor thing...it probably doesn't know what hit him...or what it hit.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Right on Time
It's 3:39 AM in The Chimes office. The lights are on, the air has cooled outside, and three of us remain: Nicole, Mitchell, and I. I look forward to the day when we no longer are in the office after 1 AM. However, as I read Michelle's request for more posts, there is something I could share.
Although, we are late to sending our newspaper to the printers, there is someone who is right on time. That someone is God. Around 2:30, the page A4 decided not to open. It said it was locked, which is what happened when we had to redo pages A5 and A6 from scratch. I was scared we would have to do the same, which would have pushed us back at least another hour. So I did the only thing I thought I could do, I asked everyone to eject their servers in an attempt to reboot the server itself. This would hopefully increase the possibility of the page opening. Unfortunately, we were moving current photos off the server at the same time to help the situation which meant we had a waiting time of 10 minutes before we could eject the server. I was tired and felt as though I wanted to cry in some senses. I walked outside, sat down, and prayed. I came back inside and felt the urgency to pray with my staff. Melissa, Nicole, Mitchell, Karin, and Rachelle were all working or waiting for more work. I looked around and felt the need to pray. I didn't want to. I don't like praying out loud. I figured it would be an odd time. I still felt the little tap on my shoulder telling me to pray.
Finally, I asked my staff to stop what they were doing so we could pray. They all agreed. We bowed our heads and I prayed for the night as it continued. For strength. For courage. We said Amen. And we waited more. Soon after, we rebooted the server and A4 opened miraculously. God is always on time.
Although, we are late to sending our newspaper to the printers, there is someone who is right on time. That someone is God. Around 2:30, the page A4 decided not to open. It said it was locked, which is what happened when we had to redo pages A5 and A6 from scratch. I was scared we would have to do the same, which would have pushed us back at least another hour. So I did the only thing I thought I could do, I asked everyone to eject their servers in an attempt to reboot the server itself. This would hopefully increase the possibility of the page opening. Unfortunately, we were moving current photos off the server at the same time to help the situation which meant we had a waiting time of 10 minutes before we could eject the server. I was tired and felt as though I wanted to cry in some senses. I walked outside, sat down, and prayed. I came back inside and felt the urgency to pray with my staff. Melissa, Nicole, Mitchell, Karin, and Rachelle were all working or waiting for more work. I looked around and felt the need to pray. I didn't want to. I don't like praying out loud. I figured it would be an odd time. I still felt the little tap on my shoulder telling me to pray.
Finally, I asked my staff to stop what they were doing so we could pray. They all agreed. We bowed our heads and I prayed for the night as it continued. For strength. For courage. We said Amen. And we waited more. Soon after, we rebooted the server and A4 opened miraculously. God is always on time.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Black and Sleek
Today was my first time holding a black American Express card. I had always heard about them, but never seen one..and definitely never held one. It was like a litte black dress...something you always have wanted and it looks good no matter what, black and sleek. Perfect for any occasion..at least the more formal ones.
The card holder was a nice woman named Jeanine. I would have never thought her to own a black amex by just looking at her. She seemed ordinary, as I'm sure many black amex cardholders are. But I had always heard of celebrities or billionaires having them. After I totaled her purchase - over $1,000, she handed me her card. As she handed it to me, I was a bit in awe that I was going to get to touch it. I didn't make this known. I just acted casual as if I've held them dozens of times before.
The card was thick and had a rimmed edge that was slightly thinner. It had a matte finish. Simply, it was black and sleek. After I ringed her up, I handed her card back to her, and that was that. I will probably never see one again. Of course, the fact that I work at Fashion Island ups my chances...
The card holder was a nice woman named Jeanine. I would have never thought her to own a black amex by just looking at her. She seemed ordinary, as I'm sure many black amex cardholders are. But I had always heard of celebrities or billionaires having them. After I totaled her purchase - over $1,000, she handed me her card. As she handed it to me, I was a bit in awe that I was going to get to touch it. I didn't make this known. I just acted casual as if I've held them dozens of times before.
The card was thick and had a rimmed edge that was slightly thinner. It had a matte finish. Simply, it was black and sleek. After I ringed her up, I handed her card back to her, and that was that. I will probably never see one again. Of course, the fact that I work at Fashion Island ups my chances...
Lurch...
My stomach just lurched again, but it's not as bad as the flip my heart did when I heard what the little birdy...otherwise known as Facebook, whispered into my ear last night. It sounded more like a yell to be perfectly honest. My ex-boyfriend Kevin is now engaged. How is that for lurching?
The strange thing is I shouldn't be upset. I broke up with him. And for reasons I am confident in, or at least was confident in. And I'm really not upset. I think it's just that "wow" factor of that could have been me and I messed it up. It's just heart lurching. That's the only way to say it. The recipe of the feeling being 1 part jealousy, 1 part curiousity, 1 part sad. All mixed together in a blender.
Then there is the other side. I am extremely happy for him. The girl is amazing. And I am happy I did get to date him for the time I did. So with that in mind, I congratulate him. That statement is final. The lurching is only temporary.
The strange thing is I shouldn't be upset. I broke up with him. And for reasons I am confident in, or at least was confident in. And I'm really not upset. I think it's just that "wow" factor of that could have been me and I messed it up. It's just heart lurching. That's the only way to say it. The recipe of the feeling being 1 part jealousy, 1 part curiousity, 1 part sad. All mixed together in a blender.
Then there is the other side. I am extremely happy for him. The girl is amazing. And I am happy I did get to date him for the time I did. So with that in mind, I congratulate him. That statement is final. The lurching is only temporary.
Paint
Fennel Splash. That is the color Megan and I painted our room last week. It is a light green that looks gorgeous in the sunlight or mood lighting, and complements our white shutters to boot. We started painting at 2:30 and went straight through to 6:00. There will be a lot of pride in our room after we finish building our desk, painting our bookcase, and continue to admire our paint job. Keep this a secret...but our room is going to be the cutest!
Once I take pictures, I will make sure to post them.
Once I take pictures, I will make sure to post them.
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