“You confuse the war with religion with not always getting everything you want.” – John Stewart
This is one of the greatest statements I’ve heard lately.
Author: meisaj
Living in the Cleve
Another Day
I couldn’t listen to NPR yesterday.
I don’t want to hear about Whitney Houston or her crazy sad life. I mean because she was rich once and then became a laughing stock due to drugs (which she, being extremely wealthily, has the option to seek help over). Nor do I care about the Grammy’s. So hearing the same 5 minute segment on the Grammy’s and Whitney Houston over and over all day long.
Tactileness
So I’ve come over the last couple years to realize how much of an unconscious tactile sensation I sort out.
Strangely enough I sort out satin or silk to fiddle with. It’s weird I know. I mostly comes out when I am wearing an untucked shirt at work, or just sitting around with my bag which has a large satin tag. It also shows when I’m laying down with a blanket that has satin edgings. I just fiddle with it.
I’m not sure where it came from, it’s definitely not deliberate or something I do when nervous, its just something I do. When I was in college I had satin sheets (kick ass black satin sheets), and although I no long have satin sheets, I seek it out else where apparently. Like I said, tags on my shirts, or even (oddly enough) seat belts, particularly when cool or cold.
Its odd. But I suppose its my quirk. Its definitely subconscious but I’ve accepted it.
Sam… Remember
This was Saturday…
AJ – “Sam, remember that song that totally reminds me of you.”
Sam – “Uhhmm, no.”
AJ – “It goes like this:
‘I don’t know much, but I know that gauze doesn’t belong in coffee mug basket.‘
Remember that one?”
Laughter ensues.
———-
We were cleaning and Sam had accidentally left a box of gauze in our coffee mug basket.
It was a good day. 🙂
A week’s worth of Food
I am keeping track of everything I eat during February. Just because.
Anyways, I’m not keeping track of specific serving sizes, but am generalizing instead, large serving is bigger than I normally would eat, small is smaller than normal, and handful is no more than a couple. Sticking to this nicely vague measuring size I am trying to be honest.
So here’s February 1st through 7th.
*Feb. 1st:
- Cranberry Juice (small cup)
- Coffee (x3)
- Banana
- Veggie Wrap**
- Chicken Tenders (1 serving)
- Gatorade (32 oz bottle)
- Rice (big bowl)
- Chicken Breast (large, Teriaki Marinade)
Feb 2nd:
- Cranberry Juice (small glass)
- Banana x2
- Coffee x3
- Veggie Wrap
- Turkey Sandwich
- Small cup of Mac n’ Cheese
- Tortilla chips, Nacho Cheese
Feb 3d:
- Coffee (x2)
- Cranberry Juice
- Donut
- Banana (x2)
- Veggie Wrap
- Buffalo Chicken Dip (med serving)
- Tortilla Chips
Feb 4th:
- buffalo chicken dip
- tortilla chips (med serving)
- Cookie
- Cupcake
- Coffee (x2)
- 8 boneless buffalo wings
- 3 soft pretzels
- ½ long island iced tea
Feb 5th (SUPER BOWL SUNDAY):
- asiago cheese bagel w/butter
- coffee
- 4 boneless wings
- 4 slices homemade pizza (small slices)
- med serving of buffalo chicken dip
- small serving of salsa
- tortilla chips
- 2 beers
Feb 6th:
- Coffee (x3)
- Fruit Smoothie (10 oz apprx. 1 Banana, Orange Juice, ½ teaspoon of honey)
- Veggie wrap
- Banana
- tortilla chips (handful)
- brownie
- chicken wrap (same as veggie, but w/ chicken)
- asiago bread (2 slices)
Feb 7th:
- Cup of Cranberry Juice
- Coffee (x3)
- Banana
- 6 inch buffalo chicken sub from subway
- 1 white chip macadamia nut cookie
- 3 small veggie tacos
- tortilla chips (handful)
* These lists exclude water drank throughout the day
** Veggie Wrap is a 10 inch burrito filled with lettuce, tomato, cheese and hot sauce (often some blue cheese dressing or asiago pepperciorn dressing)
Dreams and What Not
Yesterday at work I started clipping my fingernails. Yeah… I clip my fingernails at work. I also floss at work. I sit at my desk and read a lot of e-mails and type a lot of documents as part of my job. So while sitting at my desk I clip my fingernails and floss.
Which probably led to a dream where my fingernail and toenails fell off while I was trying to cut them. I could just pull off whole nails. It was weird. And for some reason I was not freaked out at all. Probably because I’ve lost nails before, but not wholesale like was happening in my dream. Sam was though, in my dream that is.