Global Noodles

lesleyg456 @ 2006-10-26T22:58:00

2006-10-27T03:04:41Z

Easy Meatloaf

1 pound ground beef
1 egg beaten
1 cup plain breadcrumbs
1 packet French Onion soup mix
1 clove garlic, minced
2 cups ketchup
1 cup brown sugar
Juice of 1 lemon, divided

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.

Mix beef, egg, breadcrumbs, soup mix, garlic, 1 1/2 cups ketchup, 1/2 cup brown sugar, and half of the lemon juice. Bake in loaf pan for 1 hour.

Mix 1/2 cup ketchup, 1/2 cup brown sugar and the remaining lemon juice until dissolved.

Bake the loaf for 1 hour. Draining any liquid and spread ketchup mixture in an even coating, covering the entire top. Bake for 10 more minutes. Remove from oven and let rest for 10 minutes before slicing.

Serves 2 to 4.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-10-16T22:23:00

2006-10-17T02:33:14Z

Just for cherrysher:

Chicken Enchilada Casserole

1 large onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 lb ground chicken
1 can mild enchilada sauce
6 small corn tortillas
2 cups shredded Mexican cheese mix

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.

Saute onions and 1 clove garlic until fragrant. Add chicken, cooking until crumbled and no longer pink. Add half of the enchilada sauce and the rest of the garlic and simmer until thickened.

In a small greased Pyrex dish, layer one tortilla (trimming to fit, if necessary), enchilada sauce, shredded cheese and chicken. Repeat the layers, topping the dish with the remaining sauce and cheese.

Bake for one hour or until hot and bubbly.

Serves 2 to 4

Notes:
Frozen garlic cubes can be substituted for fresh garlic in a 1:1 ratio.
Hotter enchilada may also be used according to taste.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-07-10T23:07:00

2006-07-11T03:07:12Z

So many mosquito bites. Hooray summer!

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lesleyg456 @ 2006-06-26T23:02:00

2006-06-27T03:06:25Z

There's really nothing better than running out of unemployment benefits with no job in sight. Better than a math tests, colonoscopies and parking tickets combined.

Now what?

lesleyg456 @ 2006-06-21T13:26:00

2006-06-21T18:01:33Z

It's been several weeks for How NOT to Steal a Sidekick and they finally caught the folks that took it.

People. Don't take shit that's not yours. There are other ways of getting in the New York Times.

One year ago today...

2006-06-20T02:38:56Z

...this is what we had for dinner. Wow.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-06-18T23:19:00

2006-06-19T03:20:53Z

Helobious: Cabbage with a college education.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-06-12T19:47:00

2006-06-12T23:48:16Z

Oh. Wow.

That's just dirty.

How NOT to steal a Sidekick

2006-06-08T04:49:56Z

Wow. Good luck to this guy, I hope he gets the thing back.

What kills me about the asshole girl (and her friends) that won't give the thing back? Someone is claiming she paid a cab driver $500 for the Sidekick. If you've got that kind of cash lying around, why not just go buy a legal one? Stop being a douche and give the guy his toy back.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-06-01T22:45:00

2006-06-02T02:54:22Z

Out of the three interviews I had last week, I've so far been rejected from two of them. I already have a complex about this kind of thing, and it's only getting worse. These were actual, viable jobs, ones I could do with no question, that pay well, and I'd be good at, not ones that I *could* do because the rent needs to be paid.

Which leads me to conclude that I'm not getting calls because my resume isn't good enough and I'm not getting jobs because I'M not good enough and people don't like me. I'm really tired of being alone all day and staring at my apartment walls. It's lonely and pathetic, which is beginning to be my entire existence.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-05-27T20:27:00

2006-05-28T00:34:20Z

N: I hate those handsy Hershey goons.
L: Always trying to cram Mr. Goodbars in your pockets.
L: Which is delicious. But annoying.
N: Agreed.
N: And illegal in 37 states.
L: But not Canada.
N: God bless the canucks.

****

N: WHY WONT MY HOUSE UNPACK ITSELF???
L: Did you rent that kind?
N: DAMMIT.
L: Theres the rub.
N: Paint my chicken cooop.
L: Paint my wagon.
N: FINE.
L: There's always a catch.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-05-25T17:08:00

2006-05-25T21:08:19Z

Dear next-door neighbors:

Just because you can:

- slam your front door
- lean on the buzzer at 20-second increments for 5 minutes each
- stand on the sidewalk and yell up to people in your apartment
- let your kids scream in the hallway
- let said kids run back and forth and back and forth and back and forth across the apartment next to my head for hours on end

...doesn't mean you should. Shut the fuck up.

No love.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-05-06T22:45:00

2006-05-07T03:02:45Z

Dr. Lu graduated from chiro school today, making her a bonafide md, a Doctor of Chiropractics to be exact. She's been in school for the past 8 years, and took to chiro like she was born to crack backs. She was also voted Intern of the Year, as if there was any doubt.

I'm so proud of her; she works harder than anyone I know, and is really, really good at what she does. She did something to my thumbs once when I had a migraine and 10 minutes later, it was gone. Now THAT'S good doctoring and any practice would be lucky to have her.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-04-30T13:12:00

2006-04-30T17:12:49Z

Two pigeons are currently having sex on my air conditioner unit. Previous to today, I had no idea what that looked like. Take THAT, Discovery Channel!

lesleyg456 @ 2006-04-29T13:14:00

2006-04-29T17:29:09Z

On my way home last night, I saw a Girls Gone Wild bus parked outside a bar a few blocks from my house. People, I live on the Upper East Side, the suburbia of New York City. What we lack in soccer moms, we make up for in Bugaboo strollers and Venti Iced Nonfat 6 Pump Sugar-free Vanilla Soy Latte with No Whip, please. One thing we do not do, is, in fact, Go Wild.

I can't wait to see this one.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-04-22T00:43:00

2006-04-22T04:46:13Z

I'm either totally spoiled by my laptop or I'm losing my touch; tonight, it took me two hours to set up a brand new desktop for my dad. Granted, the physical aspect of plugging tab A into slot B took like, 20 minutes and that's only because the monitor was really freaking heavy and took a good solid chunk of time to just get out of the box.

So now Mom and Dad have a computer that's hasn't been quarantined by the CDC for teeming with spy/ad/crap/ware.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-04-16T00:23:00

2006-04-16T05:02:52Z

Stolen from swankyfunk and sitcomgirl.

1. Who was your first prom date? psct29. We went to the junior and senior proms together and it was 10 kinds of awesome.

2. Who was your first roommate? NYU stuck me in a triple my freshmnan year, a room barely big enough for two girls, let alone three. Oddly enough, it took until sophomore year to realize how much I actually hated them. One spent her days being a ho and the other was really, really dirty. Like, moldy-socks-floating-in-rancid-Tang-dirty. They were both pre-med, which was terrifying.

3. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk the first time? SEVERAL cosmos at a "Saturday Night Live" party. I had an awesome job, and at least one of those trendy cocktails was presented to me by the oh so lovely Vince Vaughn.

4. What was your first job? I babysat kids during Saturday morning Shabbat services at my temple. It wasn't that bad actually - 5 bucks an hour! All the kids are in college now.

5. What was your first car? 1986 maroon Toyota Cressida. I loved that car, it had a sunroof and a good radio. I was the only one with a car for awhile, and we piled the miles on, going down the shore or to the mall. I miss it.

6. When did you go to your first funeral? In seventh grade, one of the kids died of leukemia. He wasn't very popular and didn't have a lot of friends, but the school encouraged all the parents to take us and I'm still not sure why. My mom took me and my friend Karen, and I was very uncomfortable, because it was freaky, seeing his family so upset, but also because it was my first time in church and I had no idea what to do.

7. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown? 18. I left West Orange and moved to New York City for college and I've been here ever since. I don't have any current plans to move anywhere else, but we'll land in New Jersey again at some point, I'm sure.

8. Who was your first grade teacher? Mrs. DeCicco. She used to speak to the class in Italian a lot.

9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane? My grandparents look me to Miami when I was 4, to go to a Bar Mitzvah of someone I don't think I've met since. It was Eastern Airlines and I got airplane socks, plastic wings and a chocolate-covered strawberry. Yum.

10. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with? Eh, my parents were cool, I didn't need to. Also, I had a car, so I didn't need a ride, but really, I was on the lame side, so they didn't have much to worry about.

11. Who was your first Best Friend and are you still friends? dbg, for sure. We met when we were two, in nursery school at the Y, and we're still tight. She was just here, actually.

12. Where was your first sleepover? Again, dbg. We lived a few blocks from each other, which made it easy.

13. Who is the first person you call when you have a problem? JAM or my mom or sister or Dr. Lu. If we're talking hysterical IMing though, it's always sitcomgirl.

14. Whose wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or groomsmen? I was a flowergirl in my aunt's wedding when I was four, again when I was five for my uncle and a junior bridesmaid in ANOTHER uncle's weddng when I was 11. I didn't hit full bridesmaid status until sugar land's in 2004.

15. What is the first thing you do in the morning? Turn on NY1 for all my weather and news needs. I must have my Pat Kiernan fix before getting out of bed.

16. What was the first concert you ever went to? The Beach Boys at Waterloo Village, WITH Uncle Jesse, thankyouverymuch.

17. First tattoo or piercing? I got my ears pierced in the beginning of sixth grade, so I must have been 11. It didn't hurt all that much, but they had to hold my sister down and shoot her ears at the same time and she STILL cried like a little girl.

18. First celebrity crush? MacGyver, no question. I guess I'm just a sucker for a mullet and a Swiss Army knife.

19. Age of first real kiss with tongue? 16. Ah, camp.

20. First crush? No one in high school, for sure. In college, there was a hot guy in my Spanish class who'd I'd hang out with in the lounge before class. I didn't improve my Spanish much, but I DID learn that the prettier ones are usually the dumber ones. Le sigh.

21. First REAL love? My JAM, of course, although if MacGyver knocks on my door, all bets are off.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-04-10T23:24:00

2006-04-11T03:41:29Z

This past weekend, I discovered what batshit, full-on, INSANITY it is to have a car in New York City. Unlike in my dreams, we don't live in a fancypants building, so our two options for stashing the car until Wednesday, when it'll return to New Jersey, was to a)put it in a garage in exchange for money that I'd rather keep, or 2)find on-street parking. We hit the city around 7:30pm and oddly, after a few turns around the block, actually found a spot 3 blocks away from our building.

At 10pm, J went for a walk to check on the car, and called me, asking which particular parking sign we were suppose to obey. The one we parked underneath said No Parking 8am-6pm Mon-Friday, with an arrow pointing at...Starbucks. Ohhhhkay. I called 311 and was told to "interpret the sign as best you can, [we] have no way of knowing what it says." So, if I chose to read that as, No Parking 8am-6pm Mon-Friday, except for YOU, that's cool? Yes? No?

To be safe, I got up early today to check on the car and got to it at 7:57am, just in time to see a traffic cop inspecting my plates, reading, willing and able to nail me with a $200 parking ticket. Goddamit. OR WAS IT?

After debating the meaning of NO STANDING vs NO PARKING, he decided I was clearly a tourist/moron from New Jersey and walked away, disgusted. AWESOME. If that's what it takes, I'll moron it up with a vengeance.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-04-03T22:28:00

2006-04-04T02:33:53Z

Not long after I returned from CA, I somehow cracked the screen on my cell phone (the one with the 8900), and have been ignoring it ever since. Today, while visiting my parent's office, my dad saw the damage and repaired it with a metric ton of scotch tape.

I am now the proud owner of a custom Verizon phone, the dork version.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-03-28T22:33:00

2006-03-29T03:33:43Z

Redeye from Oakland. 5:30am arrival.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzz...

lesleyg456 @ 2006-03-17T12:01:00

2006-03-17T17:01:45Z

Top o' the mornin' to ye! Remember, if you're not wearing of the green today, I get to throw a wet sponge at you.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-03-14T17:04:00

2006-03-14T22:07:10Z

Peckle: You, however, are not a cunt; therefore you don't speak philistine language.
GigglyGurrl: That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me all day.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-03-13T00:40:00

2006-03-13T05:41:22Z

My laptop lives! The geniues in NJ inspected, tested, diagnosed, fixed, and delivered my 'puter to me in less than 48 hours and now it runs like a machine half it's age. Woo!

Thank you for all your good thoughts and poultry activities.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-03-07T22:09:00

2006-03-08T03:12:08Z

This afternoon, at 3:45pm, my laptop was admitted to the PC hospital for diagnostic tests after exhibiting some upsetting symptoms over the past few weeks. The prognosis is up in air and it's very touch-and-go.

Please say a prayer, light a candle and wave a dead chicken around.

lesleyg456 @ 2006-02-28T23:48:00

2006-03-01T04:48:38Z

I bit my tongue so hard tonight at dinner, my dad heard it crunch from across the room. A mouthful of blood later, it's now sore. Ouch. There aren't any bones in there I can break, right?