I lied – this isn’t my first blog. But it wasn’t an intentional lie! I completely forgot that I kept a blog a few summers ago while I was working in Vietnam. Trust me, it was short-lived and not remarkable – so much so that I didn’t even remember it! A friend actually just reminded me of it and as I was looking through it, I started to laugh at one post. No, not because it was funny, but because while I was there, Vietnam suffered a pig-related epidemic! That’s right, Swine Flu is basically all my fault. My bad luck and love of pork has combined like the perfect storm and unleashed itself upon the world.
For your amusement: check out this post related to Vietnam’s “Blue Eared Pig Disease” from 2007.
Well, I’m spending mine mourning my youth. On Monday, I turn 29, which means a year from Monday, I’ll be 30. See how that works? So this weekend, I’m going to escape the city and go home to New Jersey to see my family. I hate my birthday, but my mother (who is hilarious) has a way of pulling me from my crankiness with stories of what a brat I was at my 5th birthday. Apparently (I don’t remember past last year, let alone back to when I was 5), I thought I pinned the tail on the donkey, but my mother was being a gracious host and gave the prize to my “boyfriend” at the time, Cory instead. Well, no one had explained what being “gracious” meant, so instead I threw a temper tantrum yelling, “That’s not fair!” and stormed away from my party. Yeah… I was just a treasure of a kid. Hearing about how terrible you were before, though, somehow makes you feel better about who you turned out to be. Not that the standards of comparison are high, but who cares!
Actually, there’s one little glimmer of sunshine to start off this weekend (holy cheez its, I’m basically asking for a personal rain cloud to follow me around), the Culinary Technology blog that I was hired to write for will actually be up and running by the end Continue reading
Yay, first pictures have been loaded. Please check out the new and improved smoothie post.
For those of you that don’t know me (although I’m pretty sure that the only people reading this will be friends and maybe family who are feeling charitable or bored), my name is Mindy and I’m a walking disaster. Not the amiable, “let’s write a loveable comedy about how clumsy she is” type of disaster, either. I’m a “yuck, she’s clumsy and odd, so let’s run in the opposite direction before she accidentally trips and falls on us” disaster. Continue reading