Chili Fire

So my job this year is at a Japanese Ramen House. I like it a lot and feel like my life is similar to Brittney Murphy in "The Ramen Girl" even though I have yet to see it (Thanksgiving weekend, it's a date). I make noodles and cut shrimp and stir fry like mad. Yesterday how ever, I apparently decided to stirfry extra mad. You know how when you're flipping the pan to mix the veggies (like so), well yesterday it turned a little more into a flaming ball of fire in the pan instead of veggies. Me, in my cool collect way, let out a little "WOW!" then tactfully brought the pan up to blow out the flames. All was well afterwords, except for my eyelashes and eyebrows. I burnt them. My eyelashes have split ends. My life as I know it is over. I'll be crawled up in a hole in the floor if you need me.

Cat Creepage

1. Found my wallet, don't worry. Thank you to Facebook and the Ryerson Student Union using it to creep me and send me a message.

2. Liam the cat.

So there is this cat that likes to hang out at our house. Sometimes it gets some tuna from the kind hearted Laur Laur Vag and we all used to pet it until it starting hanging around all the time an meowing till it was fed then peaced out. Let me tell you, we are not a house of ladies to be used and abused. We like our cuddle time ok, this is no in and out, 7 secs in heaven type of deal. Liam has been persistent however. On many occasions he has been heard and seen meowing at the kitchen window, even daring to jump in sometimes. This morning Liam took a leap. Not only did Liam jump in the open kitchen window, but decided to creep all the way upstairs and through any open door. Unfortunately, my room was the only open door and thus I was awaking to the insistent meows and creepage by my bed side of a hungry Liam. In my room. at 7:30 am. GOD DAMMIT LIAM!!

Please note Liam is not a stray. He has owners and is well groomed. He just likes to eat.

Should I be writing this from my own computer I would have attached a photo of the bold Liam but since my hard drive crashed and I don't have a computer for two weeks and am writing this from my roommates, K Hess, no photo.

Red Alert: lost wallet

This is a message for all those googlers out there. In particular, the one who potentially found my wallet and googled my name and was brought to this blog post about how I lost my wallet today on the Ryerson campus. If you, my new and favorite reader, have indeed found it please email me at k.mudry@hotmail.com. While there is some great stuff in there, like my alberta health card and all primary ids, I doubt anyone but me would really like a picture from christmas 1995 of Molly, Jake and Daisy, cute as they are.

yep, k.mudry@hotmail.com. just hit me with and email, your welcome to the 5 cents of change in there. Thanks to you, and google and the internet for hopefully returning my wallet to me.

Stuck in the middle with poo.

So I got my hair dyed yesterday and it is like, totally heinous. I was all, back to my root color please! What did I end up with? Fucking laguna beach barbie train wreck that's what. I am somewhere between dirty blonde and light brown and far far away from myself. Seriously, my eyebrows are REALLY dark. So were my roots. that is my natural color. It wasn't just the blonde playing tricks with your eyes. I have hair the color of night. Minus one or two shades. We are getting dye from the salon tomorrow to redo it at home. Like Hell I am going back to the salon! This is why I box dye. (Some punch the pouty mouthed bitch in that picture. GOD. Who does she think she is? Queen of Highlights?)

Third Times a Charm.

Hopefully this will be my last post of the day, because if it's not I will have to chain myself to the opposite end of the room as my laptop.

While 3 posts in one day may seem like a little too much, I feel this one is most important as it is actually not my third, but forth post of the day. Where is the real third post you ask? On my real sweet new food blog - Oh My Vegan Life.

Brief synopsis of OMVL - I explore the world of veganism, cook meat for 60+ children, fry bacon on the daily for my boyfriend and do it all on the brokest of broke budgets. This means that I will be posting most of my food adventures and cravings and recipes on this new blog and streamlining "So I Said..." (or simply kmudry.blogspot.com) into a new and improved place where I write hilarious thoughts and grievances about people and whales and Zealand (please see May 16th 2009) but not about food.

All for blogging and blogging for food!

Who is laughing? iI'll sock it to them.

Is MTV making a some kind of new sitcom about my life? No? Well then who keeps making all these awful jokes happen to me?

For example: the watch that I can't find but can hear beep everyday at 6:30 am.
Or the constant rain on my two week vacation.
Or the piece of random food caught between my teeth that WILL NOT come out.

Here is the kicker - I FINALLY find my phone charger after a month and a half of disconnect. Now I can't find my phone.

Dear MTVagface: I am rating this parody of my life as subpar. Like so subpar you wouldn't even make it to the auditions line up for So you Think You Can Dance. You'd be stopped before you left your house in your undersized spandex and oversized jazz shoes and be replaced by Big Bird. Now give me back my phone.

A Posh Post

So my 72 minutes of megavideo ran up half way through the first season of "The Next Iron Chef" so I had to find some other amazing show to watch while scanning slides of my grandma from the 60's. I don't know how it happened, why I haven't seen this before, and why this isn't the number one show on tv, but I feel my life is far more complete now thanks to Victoria Beckham: Coming to America. The Beckhams are how I dream of married life.



She knew she was my favorite Spice for a reason.