Fresh Cookies Rock My Socks (and make my stomach explode)
I brought lunch with me today (a salami and cheese sandwich with a side of pasta salad). The only thing I needed was a soda, but as usual, I was cashless. Yet, this wasn't a big deal because I needed to take some mail to the postbox and along the way is a cash machine. After grabbing money and dumping the letter, I began plotting the shortest path [for me at least because I've worked here for about 8 years(?) and still cannot find my way through the research buildings.] to the coffee stand where I could use my 20$ bill. Honestly, this story is going nowhere other than the fact that my rather large nose picked up the smell of freshly baked cookies at the hospital cafeteria. So I went there for a soda and an extremely fresh oversized cookie. Damn. Those things have me by the balls. Except I don't have balls, but whatever. I got a damn cookie and ate the damn cookie after my sandwich and pasta even though I was already full. Because damn it, there was a cookie on my desk. And it would WRONG not to eat it immediately.
I did manage to save a smidgeon for later. (but only because my stomach was all "stop with the frickin eating you dipshit")
Oh, and I have to close this story with the fact that there was deli paper stuck either to the cheese or salami but I didn't notice this until I was halfway done. I'd like to blame the power of the cookie but truthfully? I can be pretty damn clueless most of the time.
Example: Barley Boy snagged some plastic off my lunch bag on the way to our car this morning and shoved it into his mouth. By the grace of some sympathetic fairy, I got a glimpse of white peeking from his lips from the corner of my eye.
And now my stomach is angry.
I've been pondering the idol worshipping lately. [and before I forget, I finally watched The Dark Knight. And yes, Heath Ledger is particularly great in the role] I'm wondering when the Gods will begin exacting their revenge. I'm wondering if the nonstop obsession over Michael Jackson's death will ever end.
I'm tired of biting my tongue and holding in my opinion about the man. And I think that bears repeating, he was a MAN. Not a child nor man-child, not Jesus nor even the second coming of Jesus. He was man with some serious issues. And I am of the group who find it hard to even celebrate the genius of his music because of his criminal and sick acts. No, he was never convicted. But he paid off many people and admitted to some seriously disturbing and inappropriate acts. Perhaps it's wrong for me to condemn him, but I was never a superfan or even a general fan of his. I don't think his dancing made angels cry.
And I don't think his undoubtedly horrible and shitty childhood justifies his adult behavior.
Anyway, I wasn't wishing the dude dead but I'm not sad for him either. Billy Mays, on the other hand, very sad.
I have been expecting a News Dump from people/groups hoping to get rid of negative press while the world is focused elsewhere, but haven't seen anything yet.
Another movie I finally got around to seeing was Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward John Ford. I think I only actually saw about 35 minutes of it since the house and kids required my attention. And I only heard about a 1/4th of what I saw. So take my review of 'meh' with a huge grain of salt.
I have no idea what's next on my netflix queue. It'll be another month before I remember to turn in the current dvd. In the meantime, there's always instant view where my Miami Vice episodes live.
And my soda is now all gone and it makes me so very sad. I've also finished off my cookie.
The kids have a babysitter this evening and we're going out with Jon's folks for dinner. I'm going to be able to eat without interruption and without inhaling. My focus will solely be on my food. I will stop only when I am ready and not when a kid has a meltdown.
I might even have time for dessert.
Perhaps a cookie.
I did manage to save a smidgeon for later. (but only because my stomach was all "stop with the frickin eating you dipshit")
Oh, and I have to close this story with the fact that there was deli paper stuck either to the cheese or salami but I didn't notice this until I was halfway done. I'd like to blame the power of the cookie but truthfully? I can be pretty damn clueless most of the time.
Example: Barley Boy snagged some plastic off my lunch bag on the way to our car this morning and shoved it into his mouth. By the grace of some sympathetic fairy, I got a glimpse of white peeking from his lips from the corner of my eye.
And now my stomach is angry.
I've been pondering the idol worshipping lately. [and before I forget, I finally watched The Dark Knight. And yes, Heath Ledger is particularly great in the role] I'm wondering when the Gods will begin exacting their revenge. I'm wondering if the nonstop obsession over Michael Jackson's death will ever end.
I'm tired of biting my tongue and holding in my opinion about the man. And I think that bears repeating, he was a MAN. Not a child nor man-child, not Jesus nor even the second coming of Jesus. He was man with some serious issues. And I am of the group who find it hard to even celebrate the genius of his music because of his criminal and sick acts. No, he was never convicted. But he paid off many people and admitted to some seriously disturbing and inappropriate acts. Perhaps it's wrong for me to condemn him, but I was never a superfan or even a general fan of his. I don't think his dancing made angels cry.
And I don't think his undoubtedly horrible and shitty childhood justifies his adult behavior.
Anyway, I wasn't wishing the dude dead but I'm not sad for him either. Billy Mays, on the other hand, very sad.
I have been expecting a News Dump from people/groups hoping to get rid of negative press while the world is focused elsewhere, but haven't seen anything yet.
Another movie I finally got around to seeing was Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward John Ford. I think I only actually saw about 35 minutes of it since the house and kids required my attention. And I only heard about a 1/4th of what I saw. So take my review of 'meh' with a huge grain of salt.
I have no idea what's next on my netflix queue. It'll be another month before I remember to turn in the current dvd. In the meantime, there's always instant view where my Miami Vice episodes live.
And my soda is now all gone and it makes me so very sad. I've also finished off my cookie.
The kids have a babysitter this evening and we're going out with Jon's folks for dinner. I'm going to be able to eat without interruption and without inhaling. My focus will solely be on my food. I will stop only when I am ready and not when a kid has a meltdown.
I might even have time for dessert.
Perhaps a cookie.