running to, not from

so i've decided to manifest this out there and stop talking about it and just do it. "shit or get off the pot," if you will. or as al likes to say, hmm, i forgot what al said last night, but it was something along those same lines except that it had to do with fish and not fecal matter. anyway, in one year's time i will be living either here:

or here:


i love both cities equally - so it'll just depend on where i find a job. and yes, i've heard about the winters and yes, i've heard they're difficult. but "lemme-tell-ya-somethin" [john vigil] - i'm programed the other way - i love gloomy weather. with that said, it's time to get all my ducks in a row. so long 100* summers and hello new adventure!

work perk

my employer just purchased me a new phone:

now i am truly global.

success!

as a follow-up to this blog, i just couldn't stay away from the barbacoa this weekend and decided it needed one more chance. and would'nt'chya know it?! no problem this time. none at all! so, i will once again be regularly patronizing that favorite hot-spot without any worries [fingers-crossed].

and in case you were wondering [which you probably weren't] i had the burrito salad, no tortilla, and a diet cola.

laugh if you may...

... but you cannot deny that this is a great song:

grateful...

...grateful that my neighbors have an unsecured network. i did some online tube watchin' last night. specifically, project runway. now don't go judgin' me on my moral code or anything - i was just borrowing their network, not stealing ;)

discussion time! i looooved kelli's creation. simply a-maz-ing! her useage of the bleach and the dye to alter the condition of vaccuum bags really impressed me. and also, note the detail with the gold thumbtacks and how she closed the dress - with a spiral notebook. genius! i do believe it was a well deserved accolade.

also worth mentioning, the crochet mop-top... impressive!

watch below:

cleanin' up

went to the company summer pic-nic bbq yesterday [sidenote: the planning committe called the event a "luow" but we ate fajitas and there was a pinata - figure that one out] and came home with a $25 gift card to barnes & noble and a $50 mastercard gift card.

so i got to leave work 2 hours early and walked away with $75. not too shabby for a tuesday afternoon.

se la vie!

i hear some interesting stuff around the office - i guess that's one of the only beneifits of the placement of my cubicle. anyway, i just heard our payroll lady [who i think has been at this place for over 30 years] exclaim, "i found it! i found the last one! i knew it!" - now you may be wondering what she found, and i'll tell you. she found the last tootsie roll in the fish-bowl of candy. the very last one.

now i may be overly cynical [corporate america will do that] and perhaps with a bit more caffeine and i, too, could be as easily excited. i highly doubt that though. i just finished cup number three.

anyway, like i said, se la vie.

crap!

some of you may view this as too much information, but whatever. this is a sad, sad day for me. now i'll tell you why.

about a week ago i patronized one of my favorite restaurants in the s.l.c. ... i go there so much that they recognize and call me "amiga" (which i get that they probably call every female that, but hear me out). anyway, i always get the "burrito salad" (no beans, substitute fajita-peppers) and i've been known to switch it up: sometimes with a tortilla, and sometimes without! i know - crazy! livin on the edge is great. so continuing with the story, that night i was feeling extra daring and got the pork - barbacoa pork - and let me tell you, it was de-li-cious! i ate that salad with a smile on my face! it was a typical barbacoa burrito salad accompanied by the obligatory tortilla and a diet coke. or so it seemed. a few hours later, my stomach started to grumble. and then it kept grumbling. which was embarrassing because i was at the movies. with a guy. and then i had to quickly exit the theatre and make a mad-dash to the ladie's room. luckily, it was a small theatre and i had the restroom to myself. so i'm sure you get what i'm getting at and it would be inappropriate for me to go into further detail (not to mention gross). so needless to say, i went home and that was the end to that evening. and also the end to my pepto bottle.

now fast-forward to last night. although my stomach hasn't been 100% since the aforementioned incident, i felt it was time to enjoy some delicious barbacoa once again. chalking the whole "incident" up to the fact that i had pork, i went for the chicken this time (no tortilla, diet coke to drink - for those of you wondering). and considering it had been over a week since i had been there, it tasted exceptionally delicious this time! upon completion of said meal, i did some people watching and rode my bike home. the evening was shaping-up to be quite pleasant as i watched "my stories" from the comforts of my coutch. then - wouldn't you know it - grumble. followed by GruMbLe. followed by GRUMBLE. i'll save you the details. thankfully, i come from a family of people-who-have-and-take-pills-for-anything-and-everything and i had a back-up stash of immodium. once that kicked in, the grumbling stopped and i went to bed, heart-broken.

i woke-up this morning, felt OK physically, emotionally distraut, and then decided what i needed was a good run. so i popped* another immodium and headed to the gym. you see, the streets of s.l.c. do not have toilets readily available and one never knows what can happen once the body gets warmed-up and the running gets going (those of you runners out there in blogville, can i get an "amen!"). so needless to say, the treadmill and i were buddies at the ripe time of 5:45 and although the running was interrupted - it was still exactly what i needed.

so in closing, please think of me next time you are enjoying a barbacoa burrito salad, minus the beans, substitute fajita-peppers, with or without tortilla (your choice) and be sure to wash it down with a diet coke. please join me in hoping this is only a bug for poor-little-barbacoa-free-anj. because, i gotta tell ya, i really don't know what to do. where the hell else am i gonna go?! there just is no replacement. especially not cafe rio.

*funny thing here - gotta mention this - i accidentally typed "poopped" instead of "popped" - good thing i proof read - haha!