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It’s super secret secret.
I came home last night and had the bejesus scared out of me when I realized that one of the neighbors was standing by his car. I looked and just saw a head kind of floating there and then saw the rest of his body. Just standing there!
Seriously, its stuff like that that makes me think you’re a vampire.
Anywho, can I just say how much I love me some “secret menu” type stuff? From Jamba Juice’s Pink Starburst and White Gummi Bear [thanks Linds for learning me] to “Animal style” at In-N-Out. Or even the mashed up dinners we used to make at the dining hall in school, the melted cheese on the pasta trick was awesome, as were the matzo pizzas. Passover never tasted better.
But I think I trumped myself this week at the café at school. It only took me about a quarter and a half to get creative with the offerings. This week came the stroke of genius. GENIUS!
Okay, a side note. So when I wrote this out in Word, I got the green squiggly line under “GENIUS” when I ended it in a period. So I changed it to an exclamation point and ta-dow, no squiggly line. Obviously that means I had underestimated the emotional impact of my discovery. OBVIOUSLY.
But I digress. So I bought a bowl of chili and then a small order of fries. See where I’m taking this? And wouldn’t you know, the girl behind the counter was kind enough to throw in some cheddar cheese for free after I offered to pay for it AND offered to microwave it for me to get it to melt! And there we have the secret chili cheese fries.
Oh and they were sooooooo good. The boys in my group gave me props for the creative thinking. Of course now that I know I can get away with this trick I’ll have to watch myself closely. I can’t be eating chili cheese fries every night you know.
Now I’m wondering what else I can make up. Hmm. There’s not much in terms of mixing and matching. If only their grilled cheese sandwiches were much better than they are. They need to work on that. Through those suckers on the griddle! Don’t put them through the bread toaster. I should be writing that down for the suggestion box. I wonder if there is a suggestion box. I mean, they have “grilled cheese sandwich” up on the menu board, not “toasted sandwich with cheese.” Semantics are not to be dealt with lightly. There is a difference.
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We are officially on the clock. Yay for early closures. I’m excited for the weekend that doesn’t involve too much outside hanging out with my aunt and making ice cream sandwiches. Oh yes I am. I’m really excited about that.
Maybe even a bit more than hanging out with my aunt. But I’m sure she’d understand.
Yesterday was actually a pretty decent day. My boss was out sick so I had to sit at her desk, but after work got interesting. I got out a bit early and when I walked to the bus stop, the line for the train I take back to the station was long. I don’t know what exactly was going on [besides the huge traffic backup on the bridge from earlier that afternoon due to a fire on Treasure Island] but there weren’t any trains coming. There was one scheduled in 20 minutes and another in 6 minutes but I didn’t even see anything going on at the station down the road and with all the frustrated people on the platform, I figured they had already been there for a really long time. So instead of waiting, I decided to walk.
It was a nice day so it wasn’t like I was going to hurt any for the walk. But the miraculous thing was, in the 20 minutes it took me to get from my stop to where the trains begin to go underground, I did not see a SINGLE train going downtown. I saw a few coming from downtown that were bunched together, meaning there was some kind of delay going on somewhere along in the tunnel but nothing getting me to the BART station. I was so glad I walked!
Plus, when I did get to the BART station, guess what I saw? Jamba Juice employees handing out free full-sized bottles of their new smoothie drinks. I actually THANKED Muni for being broken. Otherwise I would have completely missed the giveaway.
Oh and I didn’t get to mention this in my other post but I have one complaint about Paris Las Vegas: they didn’t sell any macarons. I was looking for them on Sunday before we left but was so disappointed. For a hotel that is based on Paris, France, with its replicas of the Eiffel Tower and Arc de Triomphe and an idyllic Parisian village and its crepes, they didn’t have a single macaron. I went into a couple patisseries and didn’t see any. They had a picture of some in one of them but none in the cases! There’s just no way you can painstakingly shrink both the tower and the arc to half it’s size and recreate a street and not be able to hire a Parisian baker to make macarons. I’ve seen Vegas…they go to no limit to create the best. Bad form Paris Las Vegas. Bad form.
You should work on that.
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After two full days of waking without the alarm clock, I’m back to my regularly scheduled program. Which leaves us with 28 days until my birthday! Wahoo! My mom can’t believe I still countdown to my birthday like a kid. It’s not like I still have my birthday countdown sign tacked on my door anymore.
Maybe I should put that back up? Hmm…
Anywho, this weekend was cool. I actually did get my room all cleaned without a nap [surprise!] and afterwards Lindsey and I headed down to our Aunt Wanda’s house for the big family bbq. Except we were the only family to show up. This is the thing; the majority of my dad’s family lives in Oakland. There are just three of us who have left, us, my Aunt to Concord and another Aunt to San Diego. Now, Concord to Oakland is not that far of a drive nor is it difficult but for some reason, they just seem reluctant to leave Oakland unless they’re going to San Leandro or something. I think they came up to our house warming but that was years ago. But we made due with trips to Jamba Juice [yum, pink starburst!] and Walgreens for board games and then settled in for a game of Scrabble that I finally beat Aunt Wanda in. She was so confident in her abilities that she went as far as adding names to our initials. She was “W” for winner, Lindsey was made “L” for loser but thankfully she couldn’t come up with one for me. Take that!
Her friends Gail and Louise came by after their work shifts and we had a blast just talking and what have you. Gail is a hoot and a holler. Our conversation roamed all over, from how she told us to stay away from a certain hospital unless we wanted to die to Lindsey’s sloppy roommate to Buddhism and back to the state of education and our travel dreams. Good times people.
But seeing how the family didn’t make it up makes me wonder if they would even show for my wedding. My mom reassured me that my grandparents would but I’m still not too sure. I mean, they couldn’t even make the easy trip to Concord…and if we were to get married in California, it wouldn’t be in Oakland. I’m sad at the possibility of not having any pictures with them. Though I guess I can’t spend my time worrying about something I can’t change. Oh well.
Saturday was my completely lazy day. Since I accomplished my chores for the weekend on Friday, I just sat around all day. It was fabulous! Lindsey made crepes in the morning and I feasted on that and then took a nap. Though it was also the day that I severely maimed my computer with a Windows XP reinstall.
So here’s the thing. After I installed my webcam, something screwy started happening with my laptop. The screen resolution would flip randomly after startup, dropping to an 8-bit color, 600×480 resolution. Nothing I tried fixed it and while I had been dealing with it since February [I know huh] I finally decided to just reinstall Windows. Well, knowing how that was how I crapped out my first laptop I shouldn’t have tried to do it myself but I did. The install went okay, though now I have XP Media Center instead of regular XP and I don’t think I like that very much but the fact of the matter is I had no Internet connection at all. Oh I was a mess the rest of the night! I was on the verge of tears for killing Optimus Prime and was so desperate that I was actually pricing new laptops. Crazy, yes but that’s what it had come down to. Apparently I fancy myself as a person who has enough cash on hand to just replace something that breaks instead of getting it fixed.
Thankfully on Sunday I had our resident computer tech take a look at it and he said the Internet connection driver wasn’t properly downloaded which was why I don’t have Internet. So he took it home to work out the kinks and I should have him back by Wednesday.
I hope so because I don’t like living without my laptop. Lindsey asked me what I was going to do know that I don’t have my computer and the only thing I could think of was being more productive. And probably get to sleep earlier. Maybe. It sucks using the family computer and I don’t enjoy Lindsey’s Mac as much as I thought I would. I just want my baby back.
And not to worry, I backed up as much as I possibly could so I have the contents of my documents folder sitting in about 6 different flash drives.
I made some progress on my long list of people I owe phone calls to this weekend. Granted I was only able to cross Julie of the list [great talking to you Jules!] it was great catching up with her and her many adventures. And I’m hoping we’ll be able to get together still this August. I’m hoping I can make a dent in the list this weekend. Here’s hoping!
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I would like to thank Jamba Juice for offering their breakfast meals for free today. The Berry Topper Granola thing was delicious and definitely worth having to play Musical Parking Space at the BART station because I got there later than usual. I managed to get there before the store even opened, along with 3 other cars that were already there when I pulled up. Ha. But for a free drink, dude I’m so there.
I’d also like to thank Eileen for coming along with me and my office to the Giants’ home opener yesterday [the owners are HUGE baseball fans and take the office every year – total perks] where I got her hooked on the Irish Nachos [they’re chili cheese fries…and yes, the same ones I got Lindsey hooked as well]. I am now sporting a nice raccoon eyes tan thanks to the blaring sun that was in my face. Note to self: bring suntan. I was actually saddened when I got home and checked out my face…I mean, I know it was only one day but I was already having nightmares of turning into one of those leathery women who are 8 times darker than they should be. I could practically see myself in a weird bathing suit with a sarong and curly hair puffing on a cigarette wearing those flip flops with heels to them. And you know I’m totally not cool with that prospect. Not at all.
When will the trend of people purposely wearing pajama pants out and about in public end? Not only that, but I’ve also seen people wearing SLIPPERS along with them. What?! You can throw on a jacket but you can’t throw on proper pants? Even track pants would be a lot more acceptable than pajama pants if you want to remain “comfortable.” What I hate more is when I see adults doing this. People, this is not okay. Pajamas are for INDOOR USE ONLY. Sure you can get some in fabulous patterns [I have plenty and eyed about 4 more pairs at Old Navy that I want to get as well] but that doesn’t mean it’s acceptable to wear them in public. Show some respect and put on pants. You look so schleppy when you don’t.
It must be said that I have worn my pajama pants out in public but it was only once, other than going to the dining hall for breakfast. It was in college, on a Saturday evening, and while the novelty of wearing my favorite “counting sheep” pajama pants was exciting in the beginning, it went away very quickly and suddenly became awkwardly aware of the fact that I was milling around Michigan Book & Supply’s art shop in my pjs. That was the first and last time I pulled that stunt.
Whether you agree or not, your clothes say a lot about who you are; it’s another outlet for self-expression. That being said imagine the negative connotations that come along with someone wearing their pajamas in public, they’re lazy, slobs, low self-respect. Face it people make rash judgments on your looks.
Since people enjoy splitting hairs, this is the deal: when I say “in public” I mean anywhere outside your immediate home; that includes going to the grocery store, getting gas, driving to get coffee. If that’s where you need to go, put on pants. If you’re going to grab the paper from your driveway or get the mail or water the grass, keep on keeping on.
Imagine if the people who sleep in the nude started going around in their “sleepwear.” Folks would be in an uproar. Or even the people that sleep in their underwear.
All I’m saying is put on pants. And the world would be a much happier place.
Indeed.
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*Today’s post as been brought to you by the number 4. Let’s use 4 in a sentence: There are only 4 more days until I fly out to see my boyfriend.
THE KIDDIES HAVE LEFT THE BUILDING. It was a whirlwind on Saturday, getting them ready. The niece was excited to go home; she missed her mom. The nephew spent the time constantly asking me if I was going to miss him. Honestly, no I wouldn’t but of course I didn’t say anything. My mom did however. It was so funny. As Lindsey would say: she sheemed him.
Did I spell that right? I’ve developed the insane love of butchering all slang words and references. Maybe I’m just getting ready to being an incredible embarrassment to my kids when they become teenagers. You know me, always planning. Sometimes I think the whole reason why I want kids is so I can embarrass them later. Knowing me, I wouldn’t put that past myself.
The weekend was quiet, even with the kids there. I was a bit concerned since my mom was running on little hours of sleep so I made her take a nap before they left. I spent that time sitting on the couch with the niece watching Charm School and Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends [I’m such a good aunt aren’t I?]. We made fun of the nephew who hid upstairs in my room to watch whatever. He was kind of bothered by the fact that I play with the PS2 while he’s not here. My dad and I refuse to let him take it with him because who knows what will happen and I know I didn’t drop money on it just to never see it again. Whatever dude. He tried to pack it but I took it back so I think he took his games that he bought. Which is fine because even though I tell him I play with it, half the time I don’t even know where it’s kept. If they had Super Monkey Ball 2 for the PS2 I’d so be playing it everyday. Hell, maybe I should buy SSX so I could play it. Then again, I just don’t have the time to play video games right now.
Of course, when I get my Nintendo Wii [or when the bf gets it – doesn’t matter who buys it, I get to play it either way] there’ll be plenty of time for video games. Hells yes.
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