Ode to Kashi
You should try these Kashi Hot Pocket-like things. I have eaten one for lunch every day this week. They are delicious (and they don't even have CHEESE in them! That's some strong magic), and they are relatively healthy, I think, and they have actual vegetables in them.
I am just generally impressed with Kashi things in general. They've got a generally yummy array of all kinds of things, which makes me happy. In the past I have not been so into frozen foods, because they are either gross or taste OK but can only be purchased at Whole Foods, but these, I think, are fantastic for being frozen and healthy-but-not-diet.
UNRELATED: Bill and I got a house! (And this time I waited until we signed the contracts to tell you, Journal Dear, so it is pretty mostly definite, though we don't get the keys until next Friday.) It is in Central Plano, near Parker and Alma, and we bought it from the 'We Buy Ugly Houses' people, so it was a good deal but is in bad shape, but it has great potential. Actually the fact that is needs so many repairs may be a good thing, because my Dad will repair things the right way, and then we'll know that we have a very sound house. My favorite aspects of it are the kitchen, which is kind of hexagonal, and the cathedral ceiling in the living room. The one weird thing about it is that the back door leads into the master bedroom, but it has so many other nice features that I think I can get over that.
I have made up a story about the person who used to live there, whom I have decided was a 700-pound recluse who sat at home reading the International Journal of Philosophy and playing with his cat. But then he died, and his cat was unhappy so the cat peed everywhere and spread paper shreds all around the house, though strangely he left the stacks and stacks of philosophy journals intact. This may be patently untrue but I needed SOME explanation for why the house is so disgustingly dirty inside. You would not believe how gross it is. Actually in our house search of mostly foreclosed homes I have seen many, many messes that have made me feel much, much better about the generally dusty-but-not-soaked-in-animal-urine-or-buried-under-old-trash-and-food state of our apartment.
I am very excited, and eager to get over there and start cleaning. I don't like cleaning up other people's messes, but somehow the fact that it will be OUR freshly disinfected-and-cleaned-and-repaired house makes it sound... not really fun, exactly, but like something that will feel good and be very rewarding.
Also I think I might even learn to use the drill. That is SERIOUS.
I am just generally impressed with Kashi things in general. They've got a generally yummy array of all kinds of things, which makes me happy. In the past I have not been so into frozen foods, because they are either gross or taste OK but can only be purchased at Whole Foods, but these, I think, are fantastic for being frozen and healthy-but-not-diet.
UNRELATED: Bill and I got a house! (And this time I waited until we signed the contracts to tell you, Journal Dear, so it is pretty mostly definite, though we don't get the keys until next Friday.) It is in Central Plano, near Parker and Alma, and we bought it from the 'We Buy Ugly Houses' people, so it was a good deal but is in bad shape, but it has great potential. Actually the fact that is needs so many repairs may be a good thing, because my Dad will repair things the right way, and then we'll know that we have a very sound house. My favorite aspects of it are the kitchen, which is kind of hexagonal, and the cathedral ceiling in the living room. The one weird thing about it is that the back door leads into the master bedroom, but it has so many other nice features that I think I can get over that.
I have made up a story about the person who used to live there, whom I have decided was a 700-pound recluse who sat at home reading the International Journal of Philosophy and playing with his cat. But then he died, and his cat was unhappy so the cat peed everywhere and spread paper shreds all around the house, though strangely he left the stacks and stacks of philosophy journals intact. This may be patently untrue but I needed SOME explanation for why the house is so disgustingly dirty inside. You would not believe how gross it is. Actually in our house search of mostly foreclosed homes I have seen many, many messes that have made me feel much, much better about the generally dusty-but-not-soaked-in-animal-urine-or-buried-under-old-trash-and-food state of our apartment.
I am very excited, and eager to get over there and start cleaning. I don't like cleaning up other people's messes, but somehow the fact that it will be OUR freshly disinfected-and-cleaned-and-repaired house makes it sound... not really fun, exactly, but like something that will feel good and be very rewarding.
Also I think I might even learn to use the drill. That is SERIOUS.