Archive for June, 2006

It’s tough eating green.

Friday, June 30th, 2006

At least, that’s been the case for me.  As much as I love the color, I just can’t seem to ingest anything with such a hue.  Sure, broccoli is alright, and I’ll eat lettuce, but the chances of me fixing that stuff for myself is…pretty slim.  Close to nonexistant, really.

However!  I have recently discovered a solution to this nutritional shortfall: baby spinach.  I really like this stuff.  Oh so crispy, but still soft and gentle, both in texture and decibel level.  I’ve been eating it with bean stuff and, just tonight, mashed potatoes.  And it is darn good.

Now, admittedly, I’m not sure what it tastes like exactly, seeing as how its flavor has been masked by the things I’ve eaten it with, but I am optimistic that if I ever did eat it alone, it would be delicious.  Or, at the very least, it would taste better than adult spinach.

What is it that spinach loses in maturity that turns me away?  Body?  Possibly.  Flavor?  No, that’s what it gains.  Ick.  Innocence…?

Oh, and on another positive note, I’m going back to U of I in the fall.  I’ve signed up for two classes so far, one I need to check on July 5th, and the other I’ve sent an e-mail to the professor asking if I could snag a seat.

I’m only going to take four classes this year, see if I can keep from over-extending myself this time around.  However, I think I should be okay.  So far, I have a Russian Sci Fi class and a science class for non-science majors.  Booyah.

Here’s hoping I can squeeze into Symbolic Logic.  (Sounds so cool!)

Random Act

Thursday, June 22nd, 2006

My four-day respite from work ended yesterday around 4:48 PM.  It was then that I had to begin my trek from Woodstock back to Chambana.  The first leg of the trip was to take a train to Chicago.  Ace got me there three minutes prior to the train actually arriving.  I was worried about purchasing a ticket, and voiced this concern, to which he replied, “You buy that on the train.”  Oh yeah, that’s right.

So I get on, suitcase in hand and backpack on…back.  It is after a few moments of sitting down that my common sense returns like a sack of bricks to the face.  I have a debit card and a credit card.  Tickets cost money.  As in, cold hard cash.  Of which I currently have $0.00.

Thus was spent a few intensely embarrassing minutes with the ticket guy (conductor?), after which it was clear that I’d need to get off at the next stop and buy my ticket there.  I sat there feeling very embarrassed.

About a minute later, I heard someone get the ticket person’s attention.  “Where’s that man going?” I heard a female voice say.  “Chicago.”  I don’t remember the exact wording of the rest of that conversation, but not too long afterwards the guy called over to me.  He informed me that she had just paid for my ticket.

I really wish there was more I could’ve said than thank you.  Because that really doesn’t convey the gratitude I feel.  Heck, I don’t even know her name.

But it’s official now: angels walk among us.  You might be one of them.


Saturday, June 17th, 2006

It all started night before last; June 15th, to be exact.  An associate at JCPenney was leaving, and she brought muffins for everyone.  Large, Sam’s Club muffins.  With sugar.  I ate a banana nut one, which was delicious, and snagged another one to bring home.  I gave it to Bill and Bahiyyih.  I then ate the peanut butter cookies from a picnic a while back.

Day one: 1 muffin (banana nut), 2 cookies (peanut butter)

June 16th - as it turns out, and as I had seen the previous day, today is Associate Appreciation Day, complete with ice cream, caramel sauce, “hot” fudge, sprinkles and whipping cream.  I took part in this celebration wholeheartedly.  Upon returning home, I also thought I’d get around to eating a chocolate from that sale a long time ago.  It was still yummy.

Day two: 4 bowls of ice cream (2 chocolate, 2 vanilla), various toppings (including sugar cones, caramel, chocolate fudge/sauce, sprinkles), 1 JCP chocolate

June 17 - I come in at one o’clock thinking I’m just on time, when I’m actually four hours early.  That oughtta teach me to read next week’s schedule early.  Anywho, a sign has been attached to the fridge.  It basically says that everything in it is going to be thrown out by the next day.

Unwilling to let such things go to waste, I do my part in packing in the left over ice cream.  During lunch, I decide that, since I’m on such a roll, I’ll finally try some of those flavors at Great American Cookie that looked really tasty.  I now know that the domino and peanut butter blast cookies are delicious, as are their cookie cakes. (I had a slice)  I also tried a cone with just whipping cream.  It’s pretty good.

At the end of the night, I realize that there are still popsicles from some other sale in the freezer, and grab some orange ones.  A fellow co-worker saves the remaining three boxes from a fate worse than death.

Then, on the way home, I discover that the Moonstruck Cafe is still open…and their products are still delicious.  I also find that hot drinks can be useful on summer nights.  At least, I felt cooler after drinking it.

Day three - 2 bowls of ice cream (vanilla), various toppings (chocolate sauce, chocolate whipping cream, sprinkles, sugar cones), 2 cookies (1 domino, 1 peanut butter blast), 1 slice of cookie cake, 3 popsicles (orange), 1 chocolate bar (ultimate gooey), 1 malted mocha (caramel)

So, there’s a record of my more…extremist tendencies.  If I end up being diabetic, you’ll all know why.

But boy, was it delicious.

Edit: It would seem I have acquired a limit.  And broken it.  Severely.

Never.  Doing.  That.  Again.

Sucker Punch

Friday, June 2nd, 2006

Wow.  I haven’t woken up feeling nauseous and having to use the facilities at the same time ever.  Believe you me, it is not a pleasant experience.

Although, the resulting lack of movement on my part has gotten me to post, so I suppose that’s one thing it’s got going for it.

 In other news, I have recently found that I am still in the system for signing up for classes.  This is awesome news; or at least, it would be if I could actually sign up for stuff.  With the couple of classes I tried to sign up for that weren’t closed, one brought up a conflict I could understand (not honors student), and the other one I have no idea.  Plus, I still have my old classes on my weekly schedule.  Not my cue of ones I’m registered for, just the weekly glance.  It may have simply been showing a week from when I was there…

…oh, and apparently the advisors for LAS get the summer off, because the phone there rang without end when I tried calling yesterday.  Le sigh…

And, just to set the record straight, I have recently purchased a game with a mature rating. But we have a history, Max Payne and I.  And heck, it was only $15.  It may now join Jet Force Gemini, Cybernator, and Duck Hunt in the pitiful assortment that is my shooter section.

I also got “The Best Ice Cream Maker Cookbook Ever.”  Yum.