The Perfect McStorm!

It's nearly 3 in the am and I'm on about hour of 3.5 of 5-Hour Energy. I decided to take a small break from my night devoted to obesity. (I'm writing a paper, I don't just mean me eating a lot... but that has certainly been happening also. That leftover pumpkin roll didn't stand a chance.) Want some fun facts?

• There is enough food produced in the U.S. for each man, woman and child to consume 3,800 calories per day. What the. It's risen from 3,300 in the 70's, which is intense, but I kind of can't figure out how it was even that high back then. It's kind of blowing my argument that the food industry is to blame for Fatmerica. Whether or not I actually believe that to be true, the verdict is still out.
  
• Obesity has become the main nutrition problem, ironically, surpassing hunger. And that isn't even just in the U.S. Permission to submit one of these: WTF?
  
• For the first time in two centuries, the life expectancy of children is now less than that of their parents.
  
• SuperSize Me is a sweet documentary. (By sweet I mean salty. By salty, I don't mean risque and wrought with [too much] bad language, but rather sodium and the like.) I know, I'm like 5 years late, right? It took me about three years to realize it wasn't a Michael Moore film, and then another two to actually get around to seeing more than just snippets of the thing. It's pretty McInteresting.

Bored.

I came across a nice little $5 find at the DI the other day on my quest for an angel food cake tin.

bottom view

ah, see? it's a BOWL

Pretty terribly tarnished, right? But such a cool serving bowl, and it even has a lid (not previously shown). So I went and picked up some silver polish, and wha-la! (can someone help with the spelling of that? I have a feeling that it's of French origin, and I just took a giant American language crap all over it. But I digress.)




Isn't she pretty? After almost an hour of scrubbing and raw, charcoal-colored fingers, it turned out even more lovely than I thought it would, and will be perfect for potatoes or something for Fakesgiving at my mom's.

I hope this energy stuff runs out pretty quick, because it's finally that time of night where my eyeballs are bloated and my face feels like I rubbed a buttery piece of Texas Toast all over it.

basements are cold. i should know.

Hi all. It has been a busy couple of weeks! I moved [again], this time, guess where... back into my mother's house! So that's something.

Christmas was awesome! Other than I had to have it out with some Abercrombie customer service reps about their shipping policies. I ordered a couple of things for Dev that ended up arriving, mm... like a few days ago. But anyway. Dev replaced himself as my BFF by giving me this (and completely disregarding our spending limit):

No, not Nelly Furtado, although that might have been fun. The black one. He's awesome. By he I mean iPod. By iPod I mean Frankie Four-Fingers.

School is back on. So basically I'm either there or at ICON all the time. Maybe one day I'll graduate.

Now it's that time in the post... my cute nephew Dylan! He's turning into a little fatty!

Oh, and Rhett and Link have done something funny again.

A little update...

Hello all! I have been negligent in my blogging, but know that I have been keeping tabs on everyone. Here is my October, in a nutshell:

-I got pulled over. Again. At like 2:30am for a broken tail light and not having my headlights on for a few blocks. (Oops. I'd just left 7-11, and crimeney, it's so bright at those I didn't even realize.) And seriously, every time I have gotten pulled over in the past (there have been several), I've just kept my cool, been myself, and tried to reason with the officer. And every time (again, several), I've gotten a ticket in return. So this time, I totally did the girl thing I've always been judgmental of and cried and faked a severe stomach ache and cried more because I didn't have my registration or proof of insurance with me, and I was "so so sorry" and "stressed out" and "really so sorry, officer". And guess what? I just got a fix it ticket and a "Are you sure this isn't something you should see a doctor about?". CRYING WORKS.

-I got a second job. Doing customer service/sales at an online furniture company.

-I promptly quit second job. It sucked.

-I got another second job at Ruby Tuesday as a server. I'm so not great at it, but it's fine. The people there are pretty cool and although the server who was shadowing gave me this criticism: "You're a little too casual with people," I remain hopeful. And since I'm not way in love with the food there, it can't really get ruined for me. Not that Cafe Sabor was dying to hire me, anyway.

-Dev had (has) a kidney stone. We spent most of Saturday at the ER. And I felt like the all-time worst girlfriend when I had to leave him that night to go play waitress.

-Still waiting for my sis to have her baby. Me and Ky and my mom threw a shower for her.

-Fell in love with the new Keane album. Listen to "Spiralling" and "Lovers are Losing". Brilliant. And very 80's.

-School. School. School.

That sums most of it up for now. I still don't have internet at my place but hopefully soon...

I'm still here.

And I've been sick. Not since my last post or anything, just since today. But Dev has taken good care of me (all the Toaster Struedel, Fruit Smiles, and Office reruns a girl could ask for). School's busy. Work's busy. New ward is chuck full of the one ex I would be fine with never seeing ever ever ever ever. More on that one, later.

I just saw this post of my nephew Sal. Nice one, guys.

Yes, Michael Ballam. Please give me a 23 page syllabus. And include this little number in it:

Oh, you already have? Great.

These have come as a surprise to me.