When it rains, it pours…shit

Everything just went to hell. Again.

Yeah, being me kinda sucks right now. A lot.

The 80’s are my savior

I know it’s been a little barren and quiet un-bloggy lately but it’s the end of the semester (is papers and projects) and I have back to back events at work. Color me stressed and frazzled. However, after Dec. 12, when I am back from my work trip to Saipan, I will be back in full affect, bad dating stories and all.

BUT, all work and no play makes Gen a dull girl. And you KNOW that is not that case. So come out and kick off your weekend right with me, Red Buckeye, Spade, Weber-rama (new friend, YAY!), Weber-rama’s “I need second date to figure out if I like him” guy, and the Music Man (a new guy…well one of them) at Town Tavern’s 80’s Night! Adams Morgan is the place. Have some drinks, make a few bad decisions, dance your Hammer pants off, and maybe, just maybe, get Rick-rolled.

Definition of awkward

When your mother (who NEVER tesxts you, EVER) texts you while you’re half naked inthe middle of an afternoon quickie.

I didn’t pick up the phone…obvi.

Mondays are a crock of…well, you know

Things I’d rather do today:
1. Anything but be at work
2. Sleep
3. Spend the day in bed thinking about witty, funny things to blog about
4. Maybe write something
5. Shop for shoes
6. Shop for clothes
7. Shop for ANYTHING
8. Think about the Blues Brother that I kissed Saturday night at Millie and Al’s
9. Read the rest of The Lost Symbol
10. Not go to class
11. Cook all the food that’s going to waste in my fridge because I have no time to make a meal
12. Clean my apartment
13. Get a HALF OFF FACIAL AND MASSAGE at my spa
14. Practice my day drinking and get cozy with a bottle of Pinot
15. Catch up on DVR and spend some quality couch time with my dog
16. Sleep
17. Sleep
18. Sleep

What would you rather do today?

This is what I'd like to be doing rigth now. Everyone wave at Fallon!

The mind…she is blank

So, I haven’t particularly active lately in my little corner of the interwebs lately because well, nothing has been really happening.

Well, I guess that’s an untruth. I got stood up this weekend. A LOT. Because, well, boys suck and don’t think that plans are real unless you send them an engraved invitation, or make them more than a day before it’s happening. If you can’t deal with me planning out a week because I’m effing busy, then maybe we shouldn’t meet. And no, I can’t drop everything and see you right now because I’m either:

1. in class

2. at work

3. seeing my own friends, which by the way, you are NOT more important than.

4. enjoying some very rare down time

5. working on my house in VA

6. doing grad school work

7. dealing with life maintenance (laundry, cleaning, time with my dog, grocery shopping, cooking)

8. any other number of things that an awesome, single lady such as myself might do.

So there, ass-hole men of DC, put that in your pipe and smoke it. Or not. And if you’re really an ass-hole, don’t bother me. There are PLENTY of other things that I need to do besides wondering if you’re going to show for Sunday brunch.

Eff You

You want to make this

So, as the cold weather creeps upon DC, you find yourself wanting that warm, filling comfort food that unfortunately packs on the pound s bit more easily than standard farmer’s market summer fare. Am I right? Or course I am.

Try this next time you find yourself craving a baked pasta dish. The secret? Spaghetti squash instead of pasta. All you have to do is poke a few holes in the squash, bake it, split open, remove seeds and shred the flesh. Voila! Perfect low-carb pasta substitute! This time I mixed the squash with crushed tomatoes (jarred sauce substitute, no sugar), pre-made turkey meatballs, and topped with fresh buffalo mozzarella. It was absolutely decadent. Please forgive the photography…I took it with my blackberry.

Meatball and “Pasta” Bake

• 1 spaghetti squash

• 1 can crushed tomatoes (size varies depending on how big your squash is and how saucy you like your baked pasta dishes, use your best judgment)

• Turkey Meatballs (you can substitute any meatball, premade or homemade, for this, including a vegetarian or vegan “meatball”, whatever floats your boat. I use Foster Farms turkey meatballs because they’re high in protein and don’t take much preparation)

• Various spices to flavor your crushed tomatoes (sauce)

• Fresh buffalo mozzarella (another option is vegan cheese, Teese Vegan Mozzarella works well. Your standard shredded mozzarella will do in a pinch too, use as much as you like, again, up to your discretion

1. Preheat oven to 375

2. Slice vent holes in the spaghetti squash to vent steam while roasting

3. Roast squash in a pan or a cookie sheet for an hour.

4. Remove squash from oven and cut down the equator of the squash and remove the seeds. Be careful! It’s gonna be hot!

5. Shred flesh of the squash with a fork and place in a bowl. You’ll see why it’s called spaghetti squash.

6. Lower oven temp to 350.

7. While the squash is cooling, season crushed tomatoes to your liking with salt, pepper, rosemary, basil, and oregano…or whatever else you like in your pasta sauce.

8. Pour seasoned crushed tomatoes into the squash bowl and combine with squash.

9. Add frozen meatballs to the squash and sauce.

10. Adjust the sauce/meatball ratio as needed and place the mixture in a casserole dish

11. Cover the top of the “pasta bake” casserole with sliced mozzarella

12. Bake at 350 until cheese is bubbly and casserole is warmed through.

13. Enjoy!

So the empty space? A meatball and some cheese used to live there.

This is me, helping you (buy shoes)

I’ve been absent from the interwebs latley and in a funk. What can I say? It rained all week. Anyway, I thought I’d bring you all back with a little ray of retail sunshine courtesy of DSW.
Get $10 off your purchase of $49 or more at DSW online. Just enter the code SHARELUV at check-out and POOF, instant discount.
Let me know what ya buy because I have to pay rent and would LOVE to buy a brand new pair of shoes but can’t seem to find the dough. Anyway, happy Monday love muffins!

BTW, PBandTuna was OFF THE CHAIN. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, then you MISSED OUT!

Revelations at 40,000 feet

I emailed him a picture of the view from my room in St. Thomas, “Wish you were here!” it said. Two hours later I got a response, “I got busted. I can’t see you anymore. Wish I could. Hope you understand. You’re great.” And that was it. I got a few more details, bare bones really. Happened right after I left him on Tuesday night. Like that, he was gone.

I liked him. It’s a shame he’s married. It only lasted a week, not even really. Part of me wants him to realize that he’s not supposed to be married and gets a divorce and then calls me. OK, not part of me, all of me. I know I’m a bad person for thinking that, but I see this really great guy stuck in a fruitless marriage and he deserves better. She’s a high-powered marketing exec and he’s a really smart software engineer and increadibley talented photographer. I don’t see how they got together in the first place. But then again, I didn’t get that far in the dissection of their life together.

But something’s wrong, they’ve only been married four years. He said “a long time” when I first asked him. That’s not a long time. I asked him if it’s seemed like forever and he said “yeah”.

That marriage has an expiration date. It’s only been four years and he’s already stepping out on her? No kids…that I could detect. Thank goodness.

He doesn’t seem like the type of guy to be married and especially to a woman like that.

I don’t know, I’m just talking out of my ass now.

Maybe Mr. Jackson will come around, maybe he won’t.

I hope he does. But until then, in the words of Roxie Hart & Velma Kelly , “I move on”.

He got busted

And that’s the end of that.

It started raining here when I got the email. Probably why he was incommunicado all day yesterday.

I’m sad.

ARGH

So Mr. Jackson and I were talking on the phone and then…the word vomit started, for both of us.

I like him too much, he likes me too much. Neither of us expected to like each other so much. And he doesn’t know what he’s going to do about his marriage, where it’s going, or anything like that. He has to think about things…

This is a big hot mess. And I don’t like it.