Domestic Geek

1. What was the first thing you ever cooked?
I really can't remember. Mom taught us girls how to cook at a really young age. It was probably something like spaghetti.

2. What's your signature dish?
I don't really have one. I do have a taco dip that my friends like to eat when they come over, though.

3. Ever had a cooking disaster? (tasted like crap, didn't work, etc.) Describe.
I was making an oyster cracker snack for a party. I totally forgot they were in the oven. Pretty soon my guests were coughing and the whole house filled up with burnning oil smoke. Needless to say, they were inedible. I also messed up the first cheesecake I ever tried to make. I guess I didn't bake it long enough or something. It was totally runny in the middle. Totally icky.

4. If skill and money were no object, what would make for your dream meal?
A seafood feast: lobster, crab legs, etc. I've only ever made fried shrimp and fish sticks. I'm too afraid to try anything fancier because seafood costs so darn much.

5. What are you doing this weekend?
Working. What else is new?

Got the old car back today...Another $175 down the drain. It was the fuel pump this time.

The placement chick called me from CollegeAmerica today. Sometimes she's so perky she makes me want to puke. Did she have any possible jobs? Heck no. Don't waste my time and my cell minutes if you don't have anything important to say. She went on and on about all the wonderful jobs to be had out there. If there are so many, why is the job board always empty and you haven't found me any leads? Man, what a joke. Well, I'm a tired puppy, so I'm going to bed. G'night.

Current mood: aggravated
Man, I've been trying to get through to the IRS office all dang day to try and get a question answered about my dad's taxes and I keep getting hung up on. Have these people not heard of putting people on hold? "We're sorry, all our representatives are busy. Call back later and go through menu hell all over again because we've got you all by the throats and there is not a damn thing any of you pathetic little people can do about it. We probably can't answer you question, anyway, because the tax system is too complicated even for us. Just try to figure it out on your own and when you get audited you can't blame us because you never got to talk to us." *click*

Current mood: exhausted
OW, OW, OW! Wow, am I ever out of shape. I just got back from walking down to the bank and the post office. Man, they don't seem far away in the car. Of course, the wind started about two blocks into my trek. There is also a big hill that I never really noticed. I also realized how badly I need new shoes. I hate buying shoes. I've only got like three pairs in total. My daily shoes are a pair of Skechers that have holes in the sides and the bottoms are so thin that I can feel hot or cold surfaces through them. I have a nice pair of dress black loafers and a pair of sandals. That's it. Oh, and snowboots. And Coke bear slippers. That's the extent of my footwear selection. I know, I'm a disgrace to womanhood. There are just so many other things that I'd rather spend my hard-earned money on--like craft and computer stuff.