Siesta Fiesta!

I took a nap in my car today.  Have you ever done that?  You tell everyone you’re going to take a brief break, go out to your car, recline the seat, and set your cell phone alarm.  With the right kind of temperature (warm sunny days work best) and the right kind of tiredness (think up all night for any reason, really) you’ve got the makings of a really stellar nap.

I actually read a study about a year ago that extolled the virtues of napping at work.  They argued that a 15 minute nap could refresh your mind, help you be more alert and inventive, and feel more energized for the remainder of the day.

As someone who’s recently sampled this strange indulgence, I can say these things are true.  I slept for about ten minutes and that felt just about right for me.  Not long enough to make me feel drowsy, or make my eyes get all gummed up.  Just long enough to rest.  ‘Twas lovely.

This is where siestas would really come in handy.  I feel that, as a culture, we are really remiss to neglect this delightful habit.  Who wouldn’t love to take a nice long break during the day?  To go home, plop down on the couch, and doze for an hour or two?

Then again, who would want to come back?  I know from personal experience that once my body makes contact with the couch, there’s no coming back.  The couch is molasses, and I am the hapless mosquito who can’t resist just one delicious, innocuous little sip…

Also, you know there would be that guy who insists on working through siesta.  This guy would totally ruin it for the rest of us.  We’d all come back from siesta time refreshed and he’d be at his desk, tie all undone, kvetching about how hard he’s been working and how he has so much to do he can’t possibly take a break.

What a jerk!

So maybe siesta isn’t the right answer.  Maybe more people are just going to have to embrace taking naps in their cars.  I know it seems really weird, but trust me on this: If your eyes won’t stay open and every phone call feels dredged from the very pit of despair itself?  A ten minute nap could keep you from getting fired because you snapped at some poor grandma who couldn’t figure out how to use the Internet.[poll id=”12″]

Dull Crayon Scribbles

I am a crazy person.  A certifiable nut-job.  A few eggs short of a dozen, not the sharpest tool in the the shed, nor the brightest crayon in the box.  I know, I say such nice things about myself.

The reason for all this self-loathe is simple: I have a meeting tonight to discuss a new project.  I’ve been going back and forth with someone else about the project for awhile now, and we’re meeting tonight to see if I’m a good fit for said project and whether it’s possible.

Obviously with my full time job, personal blog, novel-in-the-making, and really excellent relationship with my husband (the excellent state of which I’d rather like to maintain), I am awash in extra time.  I kinda have, like, five minutes every now and then that I’m not using for things like eating and sleeping.  Clearly, I am just aching for something with which to fill my extra hours.

This is, of course, a lie.  I’m already humming along quite nicely with the projects I have going right now.  Coming up with content for my personal blog (which you’re reading right now!), work blog, and novel is hard enough.  Adding another blog, with frequently updated content no less, is just asking for trouble.  Who in their right mind would do this to herself?

Well, I would.  It’s a really cool project, and really cool projects just don’t pop their noses around very often.  They’re elusive, like pixies, and you have to catch them with your wiles before they twinkle out of existence.  As a professional blogger/content queen, I have an almost freelance relationship with my job.  Not my full-time one, of course, but my other projects.  If an opportunity catches my eye and I can squeeze it in, it almost behooves me to do so.

Who knows who you’ll meet during the course of a project?  I learn so much from every site I help run, and meet so many neat people, that starting new projects feels like the start of the new school year.  I usually can’t wait to see who I end up eating glue with.

So that’s what’s going on today.  A meeting with a really cool chick to see if this is something the both of us can handle.  If I land the project, well,  I may just have to stop sleeping.  I’ll get through it the way I got through NaNoWriMo…Taking every day a little at a time and eating ice cream until it doesn’t hurt anymore.

TTDNST: Baby Wolf School

Ok guys, here’s the scoop: I’m exhausted.  I’ve been fighting to keep my eyes open all day and now I’m losing the good fight.  All I want to do is eat dinner and pass out on the couch in a food coma.  To do this, though, I first have to help Wes make dinner.

That said, this week’s Thing That Does Not Suck will be presented with even less fanfare than normal.  Because I’m tired.  Far too tired to be clever, and nearly too tired to be cogent.  It is with great fatigue that I proudly present to you the absolute cutest thing you will see all week: A baby wolf learning how to howl.

Turn the volume up and grab some tissues, guys, because this is far too cute to endure without sniffles:

Nice to Meet You, Al Fresco

I just got back from a walk today and the weather is perfect for lazing around.  The breezes are gentle and mild, the sun is out but not scorching, and the temperature is in that perfect mid-70’s range where you can sit outside in shorts and flip-flops and feel fine, but not so hot that if you’re working indoors you feel like shooting yourself in the face just to get some fresh air flowing.

It’s times like these you learn how delicious salsa fresco can be.  I’m serious, if you’ve never had good salsa fresco you are missing out on what may be the best thing to happen to you all year.  It’s refreshing, healthy, and 100% guaranteed to make you eat too many tortilla chips.  My Dad was gracious enough to instruct me in the fine art of salsa fresco preparation when I visited earlier this month.  Now, I’m going to be gracious and share with you!


  • 1 onion, chopped to bits
  • 2 avocados, pitted and peeled and chopped to 1/4″ chunks
  • 4 tomatoes, seeded and chopped to bits
  • salt, pepper, cumin to taste
  • 1/4 cup fresh chopped cilantro
  • 2 toasted jalapeno peppers, seeded and chopped to teeny tiny bits (use tongs and roast them over the gas burner)
  • the juice of 2 limes

Just mix all this stuff in a big bowl and make sure you don’t skimp on the lime juice!  It’ll keep the avocado from getting nasty and brown.  When you seal the bowl, smush the plastic wrap down so it’s flush with the salsa, this will keep your avocados fresh too.

I loved this recipe so much that I actually ate it for breakfast one of the days I was there.  With the right tortilla chips?  This dish will make your whole entire week.  I don’t even want to think about what this could do if you parked it right next to a well-mixed margarita.  You’d probably just get to witness the heavens opening up and a choir of angels praising your meal or something.

Now that summer is officially here (we started out this summer with a huge thunderstorm, because our weather is nothing if not always appropriate here in Washington) I hope this recipe gives you everything you need to justify eating tortilla chips for dinner.  Just emphasize the presence of fruits and veggies to any naysayers.  Once they have a taste they’ll shut up and start eating too.

I Heart Dexter

This is my official love letter to the first season of Dexter.  I mentioned the show in an earlier post, something about how awesome it is, but now I really want to be clear: This show is unique.  It’s well-written, has an interesting premise, skilled actors/actresses, and a storyline that as yet to go careening off the rails into lunacy.  We’ll see how that goes in a few more seasons, however.

I really hope they don’t muck this one up.  Goodness knows they butchered Heroes, and Lost was terrific until the plot grew more convoluted than the synapse bundles of an Alzheimer’s patient.  Bones was lame for the first season but the second season was terrific.  The third season is bizarre, however, and contains one of the most awful and unwelcome plot twists ever conceived in Hollywood.  So, I guess Bones joins the list too, though with only one redeeming season to its name.

It just seems like so many shows start out mind-blowingly good, but then as time wears on (and producers approve more seasons) writers start pulling desperate plot lines out of their you-know-whats to manufacture suspense/interest/drama. 

On the other end of the spectrum is Firefly, which was a-freaking-mazing and didn’t even get the courtesy of a full season.  Why they cancelled that show is beyond me, when it was so clearly a pinnacle of TV writing excellence.  It just goes to show you: Don’t get attached, because you never know if your parents will let you keep it.

Anyway, Dexter.  Is very very good.  The show is about a sociopath who was rescued from a traumatic childhood by a caring man who recognized the boy was a sociopath and drilled into his head a moral code to live by.  The show is about his constant struggle to master his urges by following this code.

As a psych student, I can tell you it’s a pretty accurate portrayal of a sociopath.  I’m not an expert (I focused my studies much more on depression) but from what I learned in my four years at an institute of higher learning it’s a decent representation.  If you’re lacking in shows with which to bide your time, and you don’t happen to mind gore, then I highly recommend you take a slice of this pie.  It’s good, and excellent when served with ice cream.