Mr. Wonderful supplied the chicken this week... Chicken quesadillas from Qudoba... he just loves that place so much... then there was chicken nuggets on Saturday and chicken curry on Sunday.
We didn't do much cooking this week as we were celebrating our monthly anniversary and V-day...
The cookies were my V-day present to my Mr. Wonderful... Dunkin Donut's chocolate munchkins (a favorite of his).
~Emme
Showing posts with label secret agent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label secret agent. Show all posts
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
No Spending "month"
It supposedly takes 40 days to form a new habit. Can 40 days really erase something I have been conditioned for over 8700 days? I was intrigued last year while reading Shopaholly's story of a year long freeze on spending.
A whole year would be a little much for this secret agent.
As I sit at Aroma's and enjoy my last few moments of needless spending (side salad and a Cafe Breve), here goes the rules (my rules, as in using someone else's will never work).
1. No needless spending... (sad for the expensive coffee habit)
2. Write down and hold off all crafting/clothing purchases. All purchases still deemed "necessity" can be purchased the after November 23.
3. Can still buy groceries (girl has to eat... you know); however, no more than $30 a week and any more than $30 is not rolled over, but put towards loan and credit card bill. This includes my wine for wine reviews (yikes!).
4. I still have to pay my bills (it sucks... I know) as no one pays them for me.
5. Expenses for shipping (cards, swaps I am already registered for, birthday presents, sales) is alright as they are prior commitments.
6. No more than $10 a week shop expense (not including Etsy's commission... I really have no control over the sale of my items). This does not include supplies for new projects, I have enough in the works to not purchase new for 40 days.
7. Sorry Mom and Grandpa Wonderful... your birthdays fall into the no-spend zone... you'll have to enjoy some handmade gifts this year... but just think about it. People pay for my crafts as it is... you should be happy with them. :)
8. I must blog about it. A girl needs accountability of some sort. The possiblity of billions of people knowing I slipped is a pretty big accountability.
~Emme~
A whole year would be a little much for this secret agent.
As I sit at Aroma's and enjoy my last few moments of needless spending (side salad and a Cafe Breve), here goes the rules (my rules, as in using someone else's will never work).
1. No needless spending... (sad for the expensive coffee habit)
2. Write down and hold off all crafting/clothing purchases. All purchases still deemed "necessity" can be purchased the after November 23.
3. Can still buy groceries (girl has to eat... you know); however, no more than $30 a week and any more than $30 is not rolled over, but put towards loan and credit card bill. This includes my wine for wine reviews (yikes!).
4. I still have to pay my bills (it sucks... I know) as no one pays them for me.
5. Expenses for shipping (cards, swaps I am already registered for, birthday presents, sales) is alright as they are prior commitments.
6. No more than $10 a week shop expense (not including Etsy's commission... I really have no control over the sale of my items). This does not include supplies for new projects, I have enough in the works to not purchase new for 40 days.
7. Sorry Mom and Grandpa Wonderful... your birthdays fall into the no-spend zone... you'll have to enjoy some handmade gifts this year... but just think about it. People pay for my crafts as it is... you should be happy with them. :)
8. I must blog about it. A girl needs accountability of some sort. The possiblity of billions of people knowing I slipped is a pretty big accountability.
~Emme~
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Wine Thursday - Middle Sister - Rebel Red
As I was walking around Target looking for get well goodies for Grandpa Wonderful (he's been a bit under the weather lately), I walked down the wine asile. I LOVE the wine asile at Target. They have some of the silliest labels that I've ever heard of. Then I saw the Middle Sister labels and they all made me giggle. So I chose Middle Sister Rebel Red... mostly because I'm rebellious... HA! not really... secret agents can't really do that. It is a red table wine. And as such is a mixture of all things good. According to the website:
"38% Zinfandel, 34% Merlot, 21% Cabernet Sauvignon, 5% Syrah, 2% mixed red varietals.
100% California grapes with 42% from the Lodi appellation."
For those of you like me... that means... hmmm... let's go for some taste description then:
"...a huge mouthful of ripe summer berries. The fruit goes on and on, ending in a luxurious finish."
But really... it reminds me of one of the best berry pies that I have ever had the pleasure to eat. Not bad for under $10. This... I will definitly have to find a reason to buy for Bee. I believe that as a sister in the middle she would definitly enjoy it!
~Emme
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
New Haircut
Now that my hair is lighter... it is a bit curly. Thank goodness I spent way too much money getting a perm back in April... wow... there it is... at least not looking like the evil Victoria in Twillight!
~Emme
Wine Tuesday: Moscato D'Asti
Moscato D'Asti is a DOCG wine from Beviamo in Italy. I have been having a hard time finding their website so I give up... or maybe I give up since I'm on the second glass. Though you know which one I'm talking about... the beautiful, odd-shaped blue bottle from Sam's Club.
I am not sure why but this was the hardest wine I've ever tried to open. The cork split in half. In half! So I popped in a decorative stopper that I bought to save for an exciting occasion. That one split too... maybe the lip of the bottle isn't designed right. Who knows?
The wine itself tastes like drinking old pineapple juice with a little bit of blubbly. It is very syrupy. Mostly I bought it since it was on sale and I know of another agent that owns a kiln and can melt it down into something lovely. Now I'm on the second glass, mostly as I have no way of closing the bottle back, but I really don't want anymore.
~Emme
I am not sure why but this was the hardest wine I've ever tried to open. The cork split in half. In half! So I popped in a decorative stopper that I bought to save for an exciting occasion. That one split too... maybe the lip of the bottle isn't designed right. Who knows?
The wine itself tastes like drinking old pineapple juice with a little bit of blubbly. It is very syrupy. Mostly I bought it since it was on sale and I know of another agent that owns a kiln and can melt it down into something lovely. Now I'm on the second glass, mostly as I have no way of closing the bottle back, but I really don't want anymore.
~Emme
Monday, September 28, 2009
New Haircut
I could so not wait to show off the new haircut. I haven't had one from someone else in about a year and a half nine months (thanks Mr. Wonderful) now. It looks super cool since he straightened it with a hair straightener. I usually abstain from using irons on my hair, but it should have some serious waves when I let it go natural after the shower tomorrow. :)
Here's the haircut slightly blurry and backwards as I am taking a picture with my phone when sitting precariously on the ledge above the stairwell to get a shot in a mirror.
Here it is with my camera not backwards as I am using my super cool self photograph skills.
Then I thought it would look cool if I took one in the mirror. Excuse the mess on my table I totally just finished making a purse today.
It really isn't that messy... hmmm... guess I need a backdrop or something in that nook.
Over all I'm happy. I hope Mr. Wonderful is... Mr. Wonderful?
~Emme
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Hump-day Musings
While I do enjoy the joy I get from assisting others as a secret agent, but it makes me anxious sometimes to connect my work to actual people. Hmmm... but still... for some reason I think I want to switch to maybe the IRS or something... at least if people did not like me, then I would still be getting government pay and benefits... that would make me one happy agent.
On today's adventures, my handy dandy sidekick (Mio) decided to take me through a college campus instead of to the correct destination. At least this time he understood that the place I wanted to existed... just was slightly confused on how to get there.
THEN! Between missions I stopped at Subway. Don't get me wrong, I am usually pretty excited about getting a 6-inch sub. This time I was pretty excited to get a salad. I've been sick for awhile so craving a salad is pretty good for me...
... Clue #1... there was no one in there... I know right... no one in a subway? I'll let you figure out the clue numbers from here.
Kid behind counter is confused as to what I would want other than lettuce in my grilled chicken salad. After convincing her that I would, in fact, prefer the chicken hot as to cold... she starts sniffing and rubbing her nose up and down her arm.
I'm a little grossed out, but hey, I'm already on antbiotics...
After removing the chicken from the microwave she has serious issues with holding the (presumably) hot chicken and tosses it off the wax paper and onto the counter to cut it instead. I am assuming the counter has magical cooling properties.
After it is eventually dressed with complicated requests like: tomatoes, onions, cucumbers, green peppers, and cheese; I am asked if I would like salad dressing.
"Yes." Of course I want salad dressing, it is the only thing that can make me forget that I'm eating iceburg lettuce, which, while tasty, has no nutritional value.
I am then informed that it only comes on the side. I'm not sure how many people want the sniffling lady touch any more of their food than she already has, so I confirm that it's okay and ask for ranch.
I pay by card. "You problem want a receipt with that." She glares and hands it to me (still wearing the gloves!).
The manager comes out from somewhere and informs me as I am putting the receipt into my purse: "You can leave now."
Oh, did I mention... there is NO ONE but me in line... let alone needing service just hanging out in the restaruant. I guess they figure I'm like some evil secret agent or something.
So I get to the next mission (5 minutes away) and I sit down to have my lovely salad. The chicken is cold like it had been sitting on ice... magical countertop I guess... the cheese is not melted so it never really was hot.
Then I notice they have given me Fat Free Ranch. I know I need to shed a few pounds and all (10 more to target weight and all), but how rude to assume. USUALLY... I'd go for regular Ranch... it has less sugar so it's better for me. So I put on this salad dressing to cover my cold chicken salad. The only thing worse than Fat Free Ranch dressing...
...
... Fat Free Ranch dressing that has gone bad... as in... EXPIRED! Though I could not find an expiration date at all on the package that was the worst tasting anythng that I have put in my mouth in awhile...
... sad to say salad found its way into the garbage... and this secret agent went hungry...
... Emme (sad)
On today's adventures, my handy dandy sidekick (Mio) decided to take me through a college campus instead of to the correct destination. At least this time he understood that the place I wanted to existed... just was slightly confused on how to get there.
THEN! Between missions I stopped at Subway. Don't get me wrong, I am usually pretty excited about getting a 6-inch sub. This time I was pretty excited to get a salad. I've been sick for awhile so craving a salad is pretty good for me...
... Clue #1... there was no one in there... I know right... no one in a subway? I'll let you figure out the clue numbers from here.
Kid behind counter is confused as to what I would want other than lettuce in my grilled chicken salad. After convincing her that I would, in fact, prefer the chicken hot as to cold... she starts sniffing and rubbing her nose up and down her arm.
I'm a little grossed out, but hey, I'm already on antbiotics...
After removing the chicken from the microwave she has serious issues with holding the (presumably) hot chicken and tosses it off the wax paper and onto the counter to cut it instead. I am assuming the counter has magical cooling properties.
After it is eventually dressed with complicated requests like: tomatoes, onions, cucumbers, green peppers, and cheese; I am asked if I would like salad dressing.
"Yes." Of course I want salad dressing, it is the only thing that can make me forget that I'm eating iceburg lettuce, which, while tasty, has no nutritional value.
I am then informed that it only comes on the side. I'm not sure how many people want the sniffling lady touch any more of their food than she already has, so I confirm that it's okay and ask for ranch.
I pay by card. "You problem want a receipt with that." She glares and hands it to me (still wearing the gloves!).
The manager comes out from somewhere and informs me as I am putting the receipt into my purse: "You can leave now."
Oh, did I mention... there is NO ONE but me in line... let alone needing service just hanging out in the restaruant. I guess they figure I'm like some evil secret agent or something.
So I get to the next mission (5 minutes away) and I sit down to have my lovely salad. The chicken is cold like it had been sitting on ice... magical countertop I guess... the cheese is not melted so it never really was hot.
Then I notice they have given me Fat Free Ranch. I know I need to shed a few pounds and all (10 more to target weight and all), but how rude to assume. USUALLY... I'd go for regular Ranch... it has less sugar so it's better for me. So I put on this salad dressing to cover my cold chicken salad. The only thing worse than Fat Free Ranch dressing...
...
... Fat Free Ranch dressing that has gone bad... as in... EXPIRED! Though I could not find an expiration date at all on the package that was the worst tasting anythng that I have put in my mouth in awhile...
... sad to say salad found its way into the garbage... and this secret agent went hungry...
... Emme (sad)
Friday, July 31, 2009
Blogger make me organized!
Yeah... like that's going to happen.
For some reason I've decided to share the happenings inside of my studio... er... barn.
Had I been smart (and super cool) I would have had someone else ask me questions, but in the absence of a second person here goes:
Who am I?
Agenta M... Emme for short
What do I do?
When I'm not working at my exciting desk job as an accountant *cough* secret agent, I enjoy spending my time in my finished barn loft with all sorts of secret agent-ie stuff. Of course, I could be crafting... or just relaxing... you never know with secret agents.
What was I talking about?
I'm a small town girl whose small town has turned into a thriving city. Yikes! I work in an industry where I am for some reason expected to be cultured, disciplined, and for some reason... expected to dress in designer clothes... yeah... on my budget... right. Yeah... I wake up in the morning and think: oh yeah, I have to look pretty today. But I refuse to spend gobbs of money on clothes.
What is it that I do:
I thrift, I craft, I sew, I quilt, I swap, I cook, I drink (occasionally... for my health of course), and I spend time with Mr. Wonderful... there's also the whole trying to diet, exercise... and oh yeah... save the world from something or another. Yeah I'm bored with this post too... let's try for something more fun...
~Emme
For some reason I've decided to share the happenings inside of my studio... er... barn.
Had I been smart (and super cool) I would have had someone else ask me questions, but in the absence of a second person here goes:
Who am I?
Agenta M... Emme for short
What do I do?
When I'm not working at my exciting desk job as an accountant *cough* secret agent, I enjoy spending my time in my finished barn loft with all sorts of secret agent-ie stuff. Of course, I could be crafting... or just relaxing... you never know with secret agents.
What was I talking about?
I'm a small town girl whose small town has turned into a thriving city. Yikes! I work in an industry where I am for some reason expected to be cultured, disciplined, and for some reason... expected to dress in designer clothes... yeah... on my budget... right. Yeah... I wake up in the morning and think: oh yeah, I have to look pretty today. But I refuse to spend gobbs of money on clothes.
What is it that I do:
I thrift, I craft, I sew, I quilt, I swap, I cook, I drink (occasionally... for my health of course), and I spend time with Mr. Wonderful... there's also the whole trying to diet, exercise... and oh yeah... save the world from something or another. Yeah I'm bored with this post too... let's try for something more fun...
~Emme
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