More chins than a Chinese buffet

The only thing more depressing than a Chinese buffet is going to a Chinese buffet by yourself. I've done a lot of things on my own, but frequenting a buffet by myself is one that I hope never happens.  The buffet is great though.  How can you pass up rows upon rows of cholesterol loaded “chicken” and “beef” dishes, and of course the sole tray of wilting iceberg lettuce? Alex and I had the pleasure of trying the Super Chinese Buffet on the north side this past Tuesday night. Every day a mere $5.88 will get you a ticket to make all of your buffet dreams come true. And boy did we make those dreams come true. My favorite is the attempt at sushi. Of course a buffet can’t produce high quality sushi, so you get a roll with loads of cucumber, no cream cheese or avocado. That shit is expensive. There is nothing better than rice, seaweed, and cucumber. Needless to say, we will be returning.

I’m still enjoying my new job. Are you ready for my first complaint? All of my favorite time killing sites are blocked. ALL of them. Well, to be fair, allrecipes.com is accessible but the load speed is not impressive and you can only browse recipes for so long before you feel like a horrible house mom. Working front desk allowed me to get accustomed to perusing social networking sites during slow times and now that I don’t have that luxury, I do not know what to do with myself. At this point I’m getting into my Altoids about every 10 minutes. Killing time is hard.

The job is good though. Are you ready for my second complaint? I don’t understand the fine line that many of the women walk on their business casual outfits. I wish someone would explain to me what is going on here. I see the very casual jean skirts, khakis, and cropped type pant, but then on the other end of the spectrum some women wear suits and heels. I have been erring on the side of caution but part of me really wants to test the limits with this. I don’t know with what, but the urge is there.

I Have This Friend....

It’s not a secret that I drunkenly accepted a dare to subscribe to Match.com a couple years ago.  Ok, maybe it was a secret at one point, but now you know.  Just another reason why drunk people should be denied access to a) the internet, b) credit cards.  Anyway, with the impending Valentines holiday I have been noticing an onslaught of online dating commercials and advertising and it’s got me thinking,  why is online dating a taboo?  There appears to be a lot of social stigma associated with it and I’m not quite sure why.  Blind dates are the same concept except they are far less informative, aside from a friend swearing he or she found your soul mate.  But blind dates are the norm and Match.com is not.  Honestly, I think it’s a perfectly acceptable way to put yourself out there and meet new people.  Far easier than planting yourself at a coffee shop and having unwanted conversation with every Tom, Dick, and Harry who happens to sit within earshot.  Although, I’m not on the market to create a new profile, maybe I’ll set one up for Bret.

It's been a mere 24ish hours since Bret packed up shop and left.  I'm not going to lie, parking in the garage has been awesome, but I already miss having him around.  I don't know what I'll eat for dinner now that the taco master has moved on.  I do wish he was still here, but I can understand the temptation to head south.  Good luck to you, turd ferg.

Welcome To My Corner

Enter Goodman Campbell Brand and Spine, head straight back and to the left, and you will find yourself in my itty bitty corner office.  Even though it's a little space, I'm eager to make it my own, or "Jen's World" (think Wayne's World voice), as one of my co-workers called it.  Today I took the time to hang a majority of the postcards that I acquired while traveling.  I thought this would be a much needed escape when work was closing in and I longed for a moment of clarity.  This came true at approximately 4 o'clock.  I found myself staring at the photos and losing myself in the memories of my travels.  My mind was focused on what it would be like to be back in the Abrams, sitting on the balcony with friends, complaining about work, sharing a few drinks and even more laughs.  My trip down memory lane sparked my desire to explore.  There is so much more I want to see.  I have barely put a dent in Europe and my North American travels are a joke.  It's hard to accept that it will take time to see the world.  Time and money.  Lots of money.  Luckily, I have time on my side.  I yearn to see, and see I shall.

Most of the pictures and momentos from my childhood are packed away haphazardly in boxes strewn about the greater Rolling Prairie area.  I was lucky enough to stumble upon a shoebox of old photographs that I brought down to Indy with me.  I got several laughs while shuffling through them and one in particular really had me reeling.  I'm assuming most men reminisce about the time when their dad taught them how to shave and I'm sure they look back on it fondly.  Luckily, my moment was captured for the world to see.  I found a 4x6 of Ed and I all lathered up in the bathroom, shaving our beards at 9 o'clock on a Saturday morning.  Don't worry, my razor had the guard on, so mom tells me. I have a serious bone to pick with her about my haircut though.  I didn't know bowl cuts were in for girls at that time.

Twine Line

It's no secret that I've become addicted to Pinterest, the online pinboard.  To the left you will see my latest creation that was inspired from another user.  I took twine, clothespins, spray paint (to paint the pins), and an assortment of black and white postcards to decorate the empty space above my oh so big bed.  The guys haven't been shy when it comes to making fun of me for my new found crafting spree, but I'm pretty sure they are just jealous.  It takes a hell of a guy to pull off a project like that.


If you haven't guessed, I am retiring the old blog and picking up where I left off with this one.  It seemed only right to give myself a fresh start and new look.  My life has transitioned from adventurous travels to a 9 to 5 stability, so thank you to my loyal readers for continuing on with me.  Yes, all 4 of you, I appreciate your following.