I'm Crazy Strong

I recently switched up, yet again, my weekly schedule at Sbux. Originally I was working Monday night, Thursday night, and one weekend day...but the Madeira Farmer's Market (on Thursday evenings) was making my life a living hell, so I switched to Wednesday nights! Ah, Wednesday nights, they're usually boring and virtually uneventful...just the way I like it! Then, I worked a freak open shift one Sunday morning after one of our baristas didn't come into work the night before (and, thus, fired)...leaving the schedule all kinds of jacked up. And I really enjoyed it, the opening shift I mean! Sure, I had to get up around 4am so I could make it into Sbux before 5:30am (we open at 6am on Sundays), but then I got out at 11:30am and had the rest of the day to do stuff! It was pretty sweet, and when I told my boss that I liked opening we kind of decided to make it a permanent thing! So now I work Sunday opens from 5:30am to 11:30am. Sure, it gets busy around 8 or 9am, but the first couple hours are a breeze and then pretty much the whole day is mine!

So, getting to the story...this past Saturday it snowed here in Cincinnati and the temperature got really low overnight. After I got ready for Sbux I went out to my car, around 5am, to start it so it could warm up. I pushed my little button thingy to unlock my doors (yes, even though my car is nearly two decades old I still have a fancy remote thingy). I go to the drivers side and pull on the handle. I can tell the door is frozen shut, but not too bad, so I pull a little harder. And. SNAP!! The door handle breaks off into my hand! I stand there, in the cold, baffled...with door handle in hand. I utter a couple of swear words, but not under my breath and walk to the passenger side to start my car.

Here's what my car door looked like before the snapping off:

Actually, this is my passenger door (after the fact), because I didn't have a photo of my driver's side door just lying around. Because, frankly that would be weird!

And this is the "after" picture:

Grrr!

I have come to the conclusion that my car is either trying to psychologically mindf#@k me until I stop driving it or I've got crazy strong, almost superhuman, strength at five in the morning. I'm going to go with the latter, considering I already have superhuman knee caps. Seriously, I think my patellas are made of steel! If I justify it as superhuman strength then I won't have to stress that we can't afford to get me a new car for another year, so if Arthur (my car) decides to die on me now...there's not a flippin' thing I can do about it! What, stress?! Anxiety!? What do those words mean?! I have no clue!

'Tis the Season

It's funny how every year the holidays seem to become more and more commercialized. All of a sudden November hits and you start to see Christmas merchandise in all the major stores. Before you've even enjoyed your food-coma-that-is-Thanksgiving you're being bombarded by holiday music on the radio and in the stores. And as much as I hate all of this, the new LCD Xmas lights sitting next to the Halloween clearance and the oh-so-joyous-and-gloriously-nauseating stream of Xmas music playing at Sbux every evening I gotta admit something to you, my very lovely friends...I'm kind of excited about Xmas this year!

Last year, around this time, we were just trying to get settled into our new house (read: "our first house together") and the last thing we had time, energy or money for was Xmas! Hell, we still had crap in boxes cluttering up our living room, we certainly weren't thinking about a tree, stockings or Xmas lights! We ended up spending the holiday at my parents house, as I had all my years before, but in the way-back parts of my brain I was scheming and planning! Planning for next year, when we could actually celebrate in our own home!

The second Xmas was over Antoine and I headed out to the stores (with my Mom in tow) and, taking advantage of 50 to 75% off, loaded up on ornaments, stockings, and a beautiful pre-lit tree! In the past, I've always been the one to assemble and decorate my parents tree...it was grunt work, like cleaning the toilet, something that my Mom's back and joints couldn't handle and didn't involve the basement, garage or yard and was, therefore, out of my Dad's scope of duties. But last year, the idea of a Xmas tree...in OUR home...gave me little butterflies on my inside parts! It's so sappy and consumerist of me, but I can't help it...something about a Xmas tree makes our house feel even more like HOME! So, behold, our beautiful tree that I assembled several days after Thanksgiving (aka WAY too early) that the animals have yet to knock down or destroy...





Oh, and I happen to have about 98% of my Xmas shopping done as well! I'm a lunatic, I know!

A Saturday at Findlay Market

There's something so simple and fantastic about spending a Saturday morning/early afternoon wandering around Findlay Market. It's just such an inviting place, especially when it's not crammed with people...makes it a little easier to peruse and explore...

The Saturday after Thanksgiving Antoine and I met up with my sis and my brother-in-law for a little excursion to Findlay.

What I find particularly fascinating is, even if you are a Findlay regular (or a semi-regular like us) you will continuously find new things at the market...whether it's the ever changing gelato selection at Dojo, a little hidden shop or vendor that you've never noticed before, or a new/fresh face to the market.

Saturday we took it upon ourselves to try out the newest addition to Findlay Market: Pho Lang Thang, a Vietnamese restaurant. I had been really eager about the opening of this particular restaurant since it has become my mission to find a Vietnamese restaurant that Antoine approves of! Since he's Vietnamese and he's grown up on his Mom's traditional cooking he compares all Vietnamese food to hers...and it usually doesn't stack up!

Antoine, Christian and myself got the Pho (they got the pho bo, beef, and I got the pho ga, the chicken). Michelle got the Bun Chay, fried tofu and vermicelli noodles. Everyone thoroughly enjoyed what they got. Michelle raved about her tofu! Antoine commented that the pho was good and very affordable (at $5.50 for a very generous sized bowl). The only complaint was that my pho ga was oily. It was still delicious, but I'm hoping that was just a fluke...Antoine's Mom's pho is never oily (now I'm starting to sound like Antoine!! Geez!). **Update: we went back to Pho Lang Thang a month later when I was under the weather and craving a bowl of steaming hot pho. I again got the pho ga and this time it was not oily at all! It was so delicious and I highly recommend it to anyone! In fact, I'm craving it right now!**

I was also very eager to try the iced coffee! It's slow drip coffee that is mixed with condensed milk (you can see it on the bottom of the mug in the picture) and poured over ice. It was my first time having Vietnamese iced coffee, but Antoine had told me how amazing it was when he visited his Uncle's coffee shop in Vietnam...and Antoine doesn't drink coffee!

The coffee drips VERY slowly, which probably gives it it's very rich, complex flavor! It smelled and tasted fantastic! I'd definitely get it again!! Antoine said it was really good...the only thing that was missing for him was the freshly grown cane sugar, since that's all his Uncle uses in Vietnam! I told him he's just going to have to settle for a packet of sugar because I'm pretty sure you can't grow cane sugar in Ohio!

With bellies full of warm, delicious soup we made our way to Dojo! For us, no trip to Findlay is complete without a trip to Dojo gelato to try out their new flavors! And we can't seem to walk away from that case without a pint in hand. And luckily, my sis has been converted as well (above, Michelle patiently waiting for her custom pint to be packed with tasty gelato)! This time Antoine and I went home with a pint of half Sea Salt Caramel and half Pumpkin. It's funny how once you get home with that pint of gelato it just seems to vanish into thin air! Weird, huh?!

If you're looking for something fun, relaxing and productive to do on the weekend...checkout Findlay! For me, it never disappoints. Drop by Dojo and load up on the best gelato in Cincinnati and stop into Pho Lang Thang for some flavorful, steamy pho (a perfect remedy if you're feeling a little under the weather!). Just because most of the local vendors have packed up and left for the winter doesn't mean there's not a ton of stuff to do and see at Findlay!

The Cheesy Cheese-Man

Here's the first round of SLR pictures I took with our new camera...





Also, I'm so glad that NaBloPoMo is over!! And the peasants rejoice! That was intense! I mean, blogging everyday, no matter what, is a difficult endeavor, but add in holidays, two jobs, a messy house and four creatures and NaBloPoMo can look like Mount Everest some days! But it's done and I don't have to stress about posting anymore...weehee!

Cute Bundle of Fur OR Demon-Possessed Creature From Hell!?

Exhibit A: Look at this cute, cuddly ball of furry goodness!


Guillermo (or Gui-man, around the house) is a lovable and very passive cat. He's still a kitten, just over a year old, but he loves being held and snuggled. I adore him...well, most of the time! The times I don't like him so much...when he does stuff like this:

Behold Exhibit B

The absolute worst thing about Gui, he love chewing on cords! This cord happened to belong to the extension cord we were using for the Christmas tree. Luckily, it was not plugged in when he decided to do this or else we would have had fried kitty on our hands! And here I was stressing about the cats climbing in the tree, Cheese chewing on the tree, or all matter of creatures chewing the tree...when I should have been more concerned with the extension cord! Fingers crossed that the next extension cord won't fall pray to Guillermo. Hopefully dosing it in bitter apple first will help deter him, if not, I'm not sure what to do!