Archive for December, 2005

Space Oddity

Thursday, December 1st, 2005

I just realized that I do a somewhat peculiar thing.

I claim to eat a lot of trail-mix. And yes, there is usually a big bag of the stuff on my desk. And yes, the trail-mix does get consumed. Sort of.

I make my own trail-mix. Use the regular premix at the store then add generous helpings of corn nuts, reese’s pieces and at least double the amount of smarties in the stuff.

However when I eat it, what do I do? Pick out all the corn-nuts, reese’s pieces and smarties, and eat those. Occasionally I’ll toss in an almond or cashew for fun. But mostly I just eat the stuff I added, and end up tossing the rest - because who wants to eat a bagfull of rasins and peanuts? Ew.

So, to recap: I buy trail mix, stir in candy, promptly pick out the candy, eat it, and throw away the trail mix.

And why don’t I just buy candy and leave that on my desk? Because that’s unhealthy!

Tidbit

Thursday, December 1st, 2005

I don’t really have much of anything to say. I’ve been busy at work tying everything up before I make it a long weekend and scamper off to a wintry wonderland for some much needed R & R. This will mark the first time since June that I’ve spent more than 1 full day away from work without even checking in for messages. I am simultaneously giddy, and freaked the hell out that something will go very wrong at some point.

Ray did something really weird that I haven’t had a chance to ask him about yet: When he empties the dishwasher, he leaves stuff on the counter if he’s not sure where it goes. Like the Roasting Pan. Or the Salad Spinner. That’s cool. This time he left a bunch of glasses and cutlery out on the counter as well. I haven’t put it away. It’s been out for 2 days. I know he knows where it goes. I don’t get it. Is this a hint that I should be putting those things away myself? Because putting his stinky-ass dishes into the dishwasher isn’t enough work? As if LIVING WITH HIM isn’t enough work? Oy.

And something else that really annoys me? When people use the phrase “assless chaps.” Chaps, are by their nature, assless. If they had asses, they’d be PANTS.

Happy Weekend!