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Friday, September 14, 2007

Monday, September 03, 2007

  • Slammed!

    The next three months are going to be HELL!

    Thesis work + actual work + work from a class that I have to take just to get financial aid = nervous mental disorders brought about by stress and sleep deprivation.  There's talk of opening up a Registrar's position at work, which means I'll have to go through the ridiculously long and complicated hiring process. 

    Dear god, I've got so much on my plate that I'll need to upgrade to a tray. 

Sunday, August 19, 2007

  • Going Cold Turkey

    Some people are addicted to cigarettes.  Some people are addicted to alcohol.  Some crave crack constantly, while others frantically check their Facebook accounts every two minutes.

    I, on the other hand, am addicted to the tube.

    Yes, television.

    As a recent recipient of a television set, the idea of being able to watch sitcoms, the news, movies, and the Food Network (so fabulous it gets it's own category) was a refreshing idea.  I had gone almost two years without regular cable, and after a while, I got used to not seeing television on a regular basis. 

    And I was okay with that.  Proud, in fact, that I could survive without watching TV. 

    Then it all changed.

    Temptation, thy name is SONY Trinitron 37" flatscreen television set (with stand).

    And Temptation's weapon of choice: the Comcast remote (with OnDemand).

    Now, TV has become a big part of my life.  Sad to say, it's almost an addiction.  I just spent the last...(checking watch)...six hours in front of the TV.  That's six hours that I could have done something useful.  Granted I didn't spend those six hours doing absolutely nothing (I actually managed to do a load of laundry, make pizza from scratch, do my nails, and tweeze my brows).  But at the end of the day (literally, it's time I went to bed), I feel like I've done nothing but sit and watch the telly.

    So, tomorrow, I'm going cold turkey.  No TV.  No DVDs.  Won't look at the screen.  Won't fantasize about what they're cooking on Food Network, who's getting busted on Law and Order, which girl got eliminated on Top Model, who's ride is getting pimped. 

    I. Will.  Not.  Watch.  Teeeee.  Veeeeeee. (At least, I will not watch it tomorrow.  To see if I can actually go a day without TV.)

    Ohhhh, I feel the shakes starting already.....

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

  • The Epitome of Irony

    I was at the Post Office the other day mailing a box of chocolate chip cookies to Emily.  The cookies were packed in a flimsy flip-top box which, until that morning, had housed my teabags from Lupicia. 

    Naturally, I was worried for their welfare.  Images of postal employees punt-kicking my fragile box into mail carts danced before my eyes as I approached the counter.

    "Could you please put some 'Fragile' stickers on this box?  They're cookies and I don't want them crushed."  ("Punt-kicked" almost came out of my mouth.)

    The woman behind the counter smiled and nodded, as if she understood the seriousness of the situation.  I exhaled with relief as I watched her pick up a self-inking "Fragile" stamp.

    BAM!

    BAM BAM BAM!

    As I stared in horror, the postal lady proceeded to slam the stamp onto my package.  Once!  Twice!  Flipped the box 180 and thrice!  A fourth time on the back, just for good measure.  I could practically hear the cookie box screaming.  Or was I screaming?

    When she was done, my face looked like .

    She nodded and smiled again.  "Fragile," she enunciated.

Friday, August 10, 2007

  • Sweet.

    1 cup sugar + 1 cup corn syrup + 1.5 cups peanut butter + 8 cups rice crispies + 1 cup chocolate chips = something akin to rice crispy treats, except the marshmallows are replaced with peanut butter.  I tried the recipe and it turned out TOO sweet for me.  The peanut butter mixture tasted like the sweet, faux-peanut butter found in Reese's peanut butter cups (of which I am not a fan....)  Oh well, I hope the technicians at work tomorrow will like them.  Otherwise...maybe they can be used for doorjambs.

    Or eye-gouging weapons.

    Dave.

      <---- look he's missing an eye!

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