maybe this could be it

We watched a film on Alice Waters (a chef, restauranteur [sp?], author) in my nutrition class on Thursday. I'm not sure how I feel about her on a whole but she has done is doing some pretty amazing things for the food industry. She's apart of this school program called The Edible Schoolyard. I checked out the website this morning and really loved the idea of combining kids, teaching, gardening, cooking and let's be honest potentially normal hours into a job. Maybe, just maybe this could be what I've been looking for.
Yes, I know. I have a million ideas but for this week I like this one. :)

Culinary professional?

That is the question they keep forcing down our throats. What is it? How will we make it happen? "consider the future options" they keep saying. All these things I've taken into consideration.
By that I mean I've attempted to at least pretend that I know what that means. So, I've started making plans and BIG ones. :) for those of you know that really know me I'm a big dreamer and have all sorts of high hopes and sometimes they can get a little carried away... just ask my mom. She hears about 14 million ideas a year. (thanks mom)
So here are my current plans in the mix:
1) I applied to be a personal chef to the mayor of Denver
2) attempting to start a small catering business with a couple of girls from school (maybe called 3 chicks catering- cheesy I know)
3) possibly moving to FRANCE as soon as this summer to work in a winery/vineyard/restaurant/culinary school. (quite possibly the coolest and most exciting plan yet)
4) looking into super part-time baking at a bakery near my new place (while keeping the s-bucks)
5) Cooking "romantic dinners for two" for friends and their friends for a small price of ~ 50-75 bucks plus ingredient reimbursement
6) planning on talking to Ralph (my wine teacher) to find out how I can put this knowledge that I'm learning and loving into something I can get paid for NOW.

What a crazy life I'm now leading. I'm just praying that one of them happens seriously. (number 5 is really happening for at least one friend and hopefully more!) something wild and exciting will happen, I know it.

Found it!

Strange things happen to me. and often.
Today I went to get my car serviced. I was patiently sitting at the desk while the paperwork was printing for me to sign. Then my purse tilts over and spills some contents onto the floor (not strange yet, I know). I reach down and pick up my mints, chapstick and a pen and stuff them back in my purse. I sign my life away to Saturn and notice that my phone is no longer in my purse. Weird. But I often leave it in the car or, God forbid, at home. So I walk back to my car and check it out. no phone. I'm not freaking out at this point. I ask if I can check under the desk to make sure that it isn't there. it isn't. I'm sure now that it must be at home. Although, I distinctly remembered putting it in my purse before I left because I almost always call my mom at the dealership, I don't know why I do but I do, and had planned to again. So I wait my 2 hours for a 30 minute job and enjoyed my book. no big deal, the phone is at home.
I get home and then can't find it. I frantically call the service desk before they close to ask again if they'd seen it or at least if they'd check under the desk again. They checked and didn't find it. I head out to my car to check one more time. not there. then I call my phone for several reasons: a) to see if I could hear it at my house b) check to see if there were any messages and c) to see if they might hear it.
not one minute later the dealer called. "uh, ma'am. we found your phone." you'll never guess where it was. It had fallen INTO the desk. yes, into the desk. somehow it managed to get into some crack or hole and was inside the desk paneling. They said it would take a few minutes to figure a way to get it out and then I could come get it.
WHAT? how does that even happen? Oh that's right we're talking about the person whose keys fall down an elevator shaft from the 4th floor and are hanging by the hand of God within reach on the bottom floor, or the girl who threw a hotdog at a retarded Asian boy or who manages to trip outside on the sidewalk and skin her knee and rip her pants at 23 years old, or falls and is not helped up by a lady ladies carrying at least 10 grocery bags or the girl who although in culinary school doesn't get cut by knives but vegetable peelers...

Needless to say I shouldn't have been surprised.