I'm Bored :P

I have spent one day at home, and I was mostly bumming around. I have nothing that I have to get done, and nothing going on. I read a lot. I enjoy reading, it is just psychologically hard for me to sit down and read for six hours because I don't have that kind of free time during school. I have a few books to read this break, and I think I'll get them done. My parents and I are going to be driving to Sacramento for my cousin's wedding this weekend. During the drive, I plan to crochet three scarves for Christmas presents and hopefully get some more reading done. Isn't it crazy how books keep getting added and added and added to your "To Read" list? There are so many on mine, and the rate at which books get added to the list, that I wonder if I will ever get them read! I'll have to live a long time so I can read them all.

The End is Near!

Yay! This semester is almost over! I am pretty excited. This has actually been a pretty easy semester because I am taking three lower division classes I didn't take as a Freshman, Spanish, and the easiest science class in the world. Since things were so easy for me, I asked one of my profs to help me with some reasearch. During the break I hope to finish it up. It is about black anti-Semitism in Detroit and if it had a significant factor in the race riot of 1943 there. My prof said it was a very sophisticated topic for an undergrad. Anyway, I am ready for this semester to be done. Finals have gone really well, and tomorrow is my last one. Thank goodness.

The funny thing about the end being almost here, is that another semester comes right on its tail. Today I paid my tuition and bought all my textbooks. FYI, never go through the university's bookstore. I spend $130 through Amazaon.com as opposed to about $310 through the bookstore. I'm pretty excited for the new semester because I am excited for my classes, especially as I started buying my books. First, I'm taking US Women's History and also the History Capstone course, in which we write a Senior thesis. The topic is 19th Century Reform, so I'll let you know what I choose to write about. I'm also taking three English classes: Ethnic Lit, Teaching Lit, and Shakespeare. I'm not excited about Shakespeare cuz I suck at reading and understanding. I can watch a play and have no problems. For Ethnic Lit and Teaching Lit, I had to buy a lot of books about how to teach English. Even though that isn't my major (it's my minor), it still made me way excited to be a teacher. I'm also excited to be an Undergraduate Teaching Fellow for a Roman History course. The prof I'm working with is very cool and is going to have me give a mini lecture about women in the ancient world.

The hugest thing that has happened to me this semester is that I started to date a really great guy named Andrew. He makes me way happy. Here is a picture of us decorating a gingerbread house with my family. Aren't we cute? He's great, what a goofball with his silly face.
So have yourself a Merry little Christmas. I'll be having fun chilling and being excited to torture myself with a hard class load.

Sarah-sicle

I am very very cold, and it has hardly gotten cold yet! Logan stays at about 20 degrees in February, but this November has been an amazingly warm month and has been about 50 degrees every day. I'm not quite sure why I am so cold, but I am. Actually, I was pretty warm until I went fishing today. I had fun fishing and it wasn't very cold, but after I took my boots off I started to freeze. And now I am just getting colder and colder, and I shouldn't be. I've still got my spandex on under the jeans, and a hoodie over my t-shirt. But yet, I am still cold. Maybe I'll have to make some hot chocolate or put on some slippers. Or stuff myself in the dryer and run myself for a few minutes. That'll warm me up in no time!
And just so you know, I promptly attempted to get into the dryer, but since it isn't my dryer, I got a little worried that I would break the door off, so I only got halfway into it. But here are some problems with warming yourself up in the dryer that I thought of while I was attempting to squeeze in. The dryer is very cold before you turn in on. And how would you even turn it on if you are inside the dryer? And those little things stick out and would hit your tush, head, and appendages. After the dryer cycle, you would have to get out, and the world would be incredibly cold. Another thought, would you need a dryer sheet so you don't stuck to things because of the static cling? I have concluded that while it would be incredibly warm to sleep in the dryer, it wouldn't be worth it. I'll have to warm up in some other way.

Now I Like Ballet

I like to do so many things, most recently ballet! I am taking a ballet class this semester, and at first I didn't like it very much cuz I am not a very good dancer. I stuck with it cuz it is a learning experience, right? I felt ridiculous, and we have leotards, which makes me feel way self conscious. A few weeks ago, the Winnepeg Ballet came to Logan, and our teacher told us to pretend we were in a famous ballet company. I love to pretend! So I pretended that I was a real ballerina and dancing was actually pretty darn fun. Now, every day at ballet I pretend that I am a ballet superstar and I think that I am dancing better because I am performing. Now, I just wish that I had a tutu to wear. Here is a painting by Degas, and I want a pink tutu like these ballerinas have, only with little more covering on top.

A Thought Provoking Poet

Today, I went to a lecture by Gabeba Baderoon entitled "Slavery, Islam, and the Construction of 'Race' and Sexuality in South Africa." It was one an excellent lecture. She talked about the idyllic image of Dutch colonial Cape Town, and that it suppressed the slave presence. Images of the tourist Cape Town portrays slavery as a submissive and happy thing, which is similar to how slavery in America was portrayed before the Civil War. One of the most interesting things that Gabeba talked about was that unlike in the U.S., South African folk memory has tried to forget slavery because of the shame applied to slavery because of the sexual abuse that slavery in South Africa meant. If one can distance themselves from slavery, they don't have that shameful stigma attached to you.

I had lots of things to think about after her lecture. For example, the art that a society produces shows a lot about that society, and it also shows a lot about what that society doesn't want you to see. I learned that the food of a culture often has symbolism. I learned that slavery for a woman basically guaranteed that you would be subjected to sexual predation, which I knew occurred in an American context, but had never thought about it being in a worldwide context.

I thought that Gabeba was a beautiful woman. Her skin was a tan color and her dark hair was partially curly. She is from South Africa, and speaks in a very cool accent, half British and half something else. She was petite and had a friendly smile. She is a poet and a scholar.

I checked out her website, and I think that her poetry is awesome. I will probably buy some of her poetry collections. Check it out: www.gabeba.com. She has some readings of some of her poetry. I really liked "The Art of Leaving" and "Learning to Love Failure".

So that is my intellectual fun fest of the day! Whenever I go to things like this I get so excited about school and learning and all the different things there are to study.

I can vote!

Today is the presidential election, and I am glad that tomorrow all the campaigning will be over. I feel obligated to fulfill my civic duty to vote, even though I feel pretty neutral about both candidates. I voted last Thursday and the best thing about that was that I got a sticker! So whoever wins the presidency, good luck. I sure wouldn't want your job.

But, elections are more important than just choosing the next president. Elections are historical! Duh. And I love history, but women such as myself have only been voting since the 19th Amendment in 1920. I am glad that I can vote, even though I don't care who wins the presidency.

In 1872, Susan B. Anthony voted in the presidential election. She cast a vote for Ulysses S. Grant. She did this arguing that she already had the right to vote as an American citizen. She was arrested and went to trial. The judge told the jury to declare her guilty, and then said she either had to go to jail or pay a fine. She refused to do either, and she was not forced to serve jail time or pay the fine. The judge didn't force her so that she couldn't appeal to a higher court, and hopefully, for Anthony, getting up to the Supreme Court. Even though she didn't make any national changes, Anthony's vote reflects that America has denied the vote to various minorities.

So, I'm glad that I voted. Thanks to the 20th Amendment allowing women to vote and the 26th Amendment lowering the voter age to 18, I can vote in this year's presidential election.

Autumn Adventures

Things are cooling down here in Logan, but I am still trying to do a lot of different things with friends. Of course, I do a lot of homework, but I haven't taken any pictures of me doing that recently.
Here, my roommates Christina and Ellie play Scrabble. I like to help Christina, but she doesn't like to take my Scrabble-icious advice.

The first snow that stuck of the year. My poor little car. And poor frozen Sarah.
Me and my siblings in a polar bear cave at Sea World in San Diego over Fall Break.
A freaking amazing picture of me in Matt's aviator glasses.
Some beautiful California flowers.
Me, Leslie, and Melanie on the way to Moonlight Beach over the break.
Me driving Andrew's mom's mini cooper before the paint dance.
Me and Andrew after the paint dance. This was for Homecoming Week here at USU. And I got a bucket of paint dumped on my head.
WATCH OUT!!! IT IS SARAH THE PAINT MONSTER!!!!
I sure do clean up nice. This is me looking beautiful for the Homecoming Dance.
My good friend Eric took me to the dance and we had a really fun time. And he brought me daisies, which was really nice of him.
Here I am, hundreds of feet over the ground going repelling for the first time ever. It was so so so scary! But I had a really fun time. I think I would like to definitely go again, and I'd like to go rock climbing again. There is just something thrilling about having your life dependent on a rope tied to a rock. It was really scary when you weren't attached to anything because the wind was blowing pretty hard and we were on this ledge hundreds of feet above the bottom. See the highway way down below me?
Me with my friends Bryan and Melissa after we went climbing. And we are safe off of the windy cliff ledge. It has been a really fun and good time here in Logan (and California). I like my life.

25:07

Woot! I am so proud of myself. Today I ran a 5K, the first one I've run in 8 years (which I got extra credit in PE for, and I walked most of it). I ran the whole time and to make this even more impressive, it was windy and snowing. Brr! But that is Logan for you. It was very fun. I am so proud of myself for accomplishing that, even though I have run farther than that, it was just satisfying to run and finish a race, and to do it in 25 minutes and 7 seconds! I didn't think that I ran that fast, but I guess I do. I will most definitely run another 5K.

Utah State vs. BYU

I had a lot of fun at the Utah State vs. BYU game on Friday. Here at USU, we know that our football team isn't very great, but people go to the games to show their support (and to keep funding for our really superb basketball team). I usually go to chill with friends.


Here I am with my friends Monica and Erika. We've been friends for about 8 years, and we still hang out. I am so glad to have them.

Me and some friends on the front row! Woot! We are having a crazy good time cheering for the Aggies. Some people thought that they had an excuse to cheer for BYU, but they got a whole lot of crap for that. You totally have to be true to your school (please see the Beach Boys).


Us hanging (literally) out in the front of the stands during the half time show (and the game).


Big Blue is so dang awesome! I think my college goal (besides becoming a True Aggie) is to kiss Big Blue. I should have done it at the game, but everyone was mauling the poor guy.


BYU is white, and we are the TRUE BLUE! I discovered that football is a lot of fun to watch when you are closer to the action. It is also really exciting when there is a huge school rivalry and everyone has been trash talking the rival for the past few weeks.


I have this theory about playing BYU. First of all, they are really good, ranked about 8th in the nation. USU is the 3rd worst team in that division. Many people had resigned themselves to a slaughter, and giving up is not a good thing. I theorized that there was a lot of pride about the Cougars. Pride is bad, and BYU should not have pride. I believed that the humility of the losing Aggies would result in a miracle. And it did!


As the Aggies scored two touchdowns and held BYU for a long time, I could not believe it! We had possession of the ball for most of the fourth quarter, and thanks to some terrible calls, we didn't get about 2 additional touchdowns. Soon, the Aggies, known as the most hostile basketball crowd west of the Mississippi appeared at a football game as a chante of "Overrated! Overrated" was directed at the BYU team. The expected slaughter did not happen!


The game ended, 14 - 34 for BYU, but hey! We are one of the worst teams in the nation and I am so impressed. That is almost the most we have scored in two years. I'm so glad! Way to go Aggies! You rock my socks. And I think that our rivalry t-shirts were hilarious. On the front it said: "Y B U?" and on the back it said: "Win or lose, you still live in Provo, 'nuff said." :) I love Logan and Utah State.

10 Things I Hate About My Minor

My minor is English Education, and today I decided that I have the DUMBEST minor in the history of the world. And this is why.

1. The Ray B. West Building - This is where the English department is located. It is so old and there are box elder bugs crawling over everything. Sometimes they attack me. Gross! And the pipes clank, and I am pretty sure someone died there. And, Ray B. West was an engineer, it makes no sense!
2. It makes no sense - English doesn't make any sense. Please read Samuel Taylor Coleridge's "Kubla Khan" and tell me what it means. Why do I have to read it?
3. There really aren't all the connections there that English majors insist are there - no one puts all that crap into it. I don't understand how literature majors can write dissertations on one line of a book.
4. T.S. Eliot - he was in my American authors anthology and now he is in my British anthology. I don't know where he belongs. He was born in St. Louis and then he moved to England. He wrote "The Waste Land" and that poem is awful! People should write things that are happy and understandable and put those into anthologies.
5. The Art of B.S.ing - I B.S. so much on every English test and paper. And then I get A's on them! I feel like I should have to study to get A's on those things, but no. Then I do way better on the people who are serious about English. There has got to be something wrong with this system.
6. Krapp's Last Tape - Actually, just the paper that I had to write about Samuel Beckett's play. This play is about an old man who listens to old recordings of himself, and then he makes new records about his response to his old tapes, which were his past responses. And then, I have to compare him to Wordsworth and then prove that Krapp fails at being a Romantic poet.
7. I am brilliant without even trying - So the paper about Krapp's Last Tape was supposed to be 2 pages. I am so brilliant that my paper ended up being four pages. Cutting out brilliance is even harder than making stuff up to fill up a page limit.
8. The heavy books - Three days a week, I have to lug around a monstrous anthology so we can study one poem in class.
9. I won't even be able to teach English - why does the secondary ed program require a teaching minor when you can't teach it? I would rather get an anthropology minor or something like that, but there isn't an anthropology ed minor, so I am out of luck there. I could still get one, but I would have to do that in addition to a teaching minor.
10. I like facts - English is not based in fact. Every English class (except one exception) is totally based in theory and interpretation. History has facts, and then you use those to figure out what people are saying in their documents. Math is full of facts. English concepts are totally intangible. Check this out: "One final paradox: even though this is a poem about Nature not inspiring Wordsworth, he has of course still been inspired to write it, which means that Nature has in fact inspired him. This poem expresses the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings induced by the experience of Nature not inducing a spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings . . . ! Going back to the river has worked after all to impress and inspire his poetic imagination! Nature was in fact inspiring him, after all!" This is about Wordsworth's "Tintern Abbey" and it makes sense but when you think about it, how do you really know that? Seriously.

Basically, I really do like English, but sometimes, it is a little bit ridiculous.

Sorry Scott...

I'm sorry Scott. When my homework is done, I can't resist reading a great book called The War about World War II by Geoffrey Ward and Ken Burns. It has stories of the soldiers and lots of pictures, several of them are a little more gruesome than what I have ever seen. I'm enjoying it though, more than any party I've been to so far this school year.

Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage

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MyHeritage: Family tree - Genealogy - Celebrity

Volleyball for FHE

Well, last night was FHE. I played volleyball. Even though I had khakis and I was the only girl playing for about half an hour and was at least 8 inches shorter than the shortest guy playing, I still went in and did it. It is really boring to just sit there and watch cuz you don't want to look like an idiot. Just go out there and look like an idiot. Looking like an idiot is a lot of fun.

And for once, I didn't suck. I served awesomely, I bumped the ball straight back over the net, I wasn't a useless player, and I ran to the ball. The only thing I sucked at was setting, which I will be working on in the future. It was a lot of fun, and I was proud of myself for just having fun. I also wish my cousins could have seen me play. I think they make fun of me so much, that I subconsciously convince myself that I am rotten at volleyball. Maybe someday, I will be as good as the US Women's Beach Volleyball team, and maybe I'll have as flat of a stomach as them, too.

One Long Day

Today I spent my entire afternoon doing homework. I read about 75 pages from a textbook, and 30 pages of historical document. Believe it or not, the document was a lot more exciting than the textbook. But that is life. I guess that is what you get when you add a class two weeks into the semester! It was good to get back into the thought provoking historical documents that I like to read. Now, I am going to go watch like 8 movies cuz my brain is melted.

Back to School

I have almost finished my first week of my Junior year at Utah State. I am glad to be here. It is nice to be independent again, going to school, getting involved, being busy, and all that thing. I like my roommates and my house. I have my own room and the girls I live with are fun. It is weird though cuz I've never been much of a party animal, but pretty much I go to bed later than everyone else. It is weird, but also OK. I also don't really feel like studying or doing homework. I think something must be wrong with me, but I can't figure out what it is. My Institute class is D&C and I've enjoyed it so far. It is really fun cuz my friend Tasha and her husband are in that class with me. I have hung out with quite a few married people this past week, which is odd cuz I used to have a policy of no hanging out with married people, but I've hung out with Tasha and Michael, Stacy and Greg. It is absolutely LOCO! I'm having fun and am looking forward to a great semester. I'm not all that into any of my classes, and am excited about my extra curricular activities. I join the Special Olympic volunteer committee and look forward to working with those athletes starting this Saturday. I'm also excited about my job as a SI Coordinator (see www.usu.edu/arc/supplemental_instruction for more information) where I get to teach students, help them master material, and work with other Leaders as they work with their students. Life is pretty good. I am contemplative and can't figure out why I don't want to study. I must be broken. That really is the only thing I can figure out. My main goal for the semester is to pass the Grammar Competency test for my English Ed minor. Actually, scratch that, my number one goal is to become a True Aggie. :)

Power Yoga

I discovered an amazing thing this morning ... POWER YOGA!! I discovered and began loving yoga this summer. Well, I didn't discover it, but I started doing it in May. Today, I tried Power Yoga. Yoga means "union" and really does relax your mind and body while building strength within the two. So I would say that thanks to yoga, my mind and body are a little more connected and stronger. But Power Yoga takes it to a more intense level. I broke a sweat and was moving a lot more than in normal yoga, it became more than just a relaxation and strengthening fest, but suddenly became cardio. I love it, and will keep up with both kinds of yoga because I like how it has already helped me to relax and become more flexible. I like that it helps to complete my workout. You should try it cuz it is way fun!

I'm an Earring-aholic

OK, so I love to buy earrings. I just love to wear earrings! I got my ears pierced in September 2007 with my roommate, Maren, and it was wonderful. And the first day I got to wear danglies, was magical. I like my earrings to be long, dangly, shiny, and oftentimes jingley. Yesterday was a tragic day because I forgot to wear my danglies! It was so sad. I just had my studs, so thank goodness I had some earrings on, or that would have been a very naked-feeling sort of day.

Anyway, I got home from work and went to the gym and then went to Institute, and there wasn't any Institute, so too bad for me, I went shopping. And I bought some shirts, and then I, of course, had to look at the earrings. I just can't help it! They are so pretty and shiny. There were several that I liked, but none grabbed me. Except these. These aren't shiny or noisy, but they are amazing nonetheless! So I took some pictures on my phone and thought I'd let the world see my amazing earrings. These are great cuz they are big, dangly, and colorful! I like the beads on them, and I like that I can wear them pretty much with anything I want to cuz there are so many colors! To the side, we see a great shot of my neck and the earrings, but I was taking these pictures on my cell phone, and that was really the best picture I got! I hope you like them as much as I do, and if you don't, sorry, cuz the set just screams my name!

My Plan, as of Today

So I've been thinking...I don't have a lot of money. And that is OK, I'm fine with being poor, and I just don't want to dig myself into a hole. So here are some of my plans as of today, so they will probably change next Tuesday.

~Instead of taking five years to graduate (Graduating Spring '11), which would be absolutely delightful and fun, maybe I will cut off a semester and take less fun classes. Then I would graduate Fall '10. But, as a teacher, graduating in December, when schools are usually not hiring, is kind of inconvenient. I could get a lame job for a few months before getting a real one...WOOT! Or, even better, I could graduate in Spring '10. To do that, I would have to take classes next summer, and just check things off of the requirement list. That is what I am thinking I will do, and if the English department at USU would stop scheduling classes that I need at the same time, then it will be possible.

~After I graduate, I will move away. Sorry Mom. Arizona, Colorado, Nevada, New Mexico, maybe Idaho (let me tell you, if I move there, you will know I'm desperate for a job and new scenery)...pretty much somewhere in the West that I can afford and get a teaching job. And it will be fun. I will be a teacher and life will rock.

~And speaking of teaching, I'm thinking that I might turn to Junior High. Seriously, I think it could be fun, and you might as well brainwash them into liking history while they are young.

~I also have some short term plans. They include working, quitting, moving to Logan, starting school, making new friends, starting work as a SI coordinator, exercising, hiking, biking, and going on dates. And doing my homework. We cannot forget that. Homework is the most important thing ever, except being righteous and going to Church, which I also plan on doing.

When Life Gives You Lemons, Make a Pie!

A Lemon Meringue Pie, no less. And if Life gives you limes, make Key Lime, or peaces, make Peach Pie. If Life drops a pumpkin in your lap, you could make a Pumpkin Pie, and I would give it away cuz that is the grossest kind of Pie EVER. If you get veggies and a chicken, by all means, a Chicken Pot Pie is a fantabulous response to that. Pie is definitely one of the best things ever, and I love to make and eat it.

I think Pie is a great way to handle stress. During Finals Week in April 2007, I made "Good Luck Pie"(s) for my friends and roommates. The Pies helped me, and I did great on my exams. Pie is also great for getting guys to adore you, especially if you make really good ones for them. They will love to get fat on your yummy pies you make for them, and that gives you time to reel them in in other ways besides your cooking skills. Pie also just tastes really good. Mmmm, pie. I love it. Much better than cake. Another fantastic thing about Pie is that it is funny. I think someone getting hit in the face with a Banana Cream Pie is hilarious, even though it is a waste of a perfectly good Pie, which is unfortunate. Basically, Pie makes life amazing and it needs to be capitalized cuz it is just that important.

I just made my first Pie of the summer on Sunday. I know, it is sad that I waited until July 27 to do it, but I'm a busy woman. It was my first time ever making a Key Lime Pie, and I used my Aunt Stacee's recipe and used real key limes. Here is a secret about juicing citrus that I learned from Rachel Ray: pop the fruit in the microwave for about 20 seconds and then roll them on the countertop before juicing them, and the juice just pours out of the peel so easily and there is a lot of it! The Pie was great. I should have used a mixer as opposed to a fork to make the cream cheese not chunky, and I think it could have used some more lime. But it was yummy. Good job to me, and I hope my Dad liked it.

Basically, the point is...Life gives you the ingredients to make Pie, so make one. Even if your Pie sucks, there are parts of the Pie that are good. Maybe it tastes good, maybe the fruit was perfect, maybe the crust is really flaky, and maybe the only thing good about it is that is looks good or you didn't burn down the house when you were making it. And that is my philosophy about Pie.

Foiled Again!

My brothers are stinkers. Because they had to be lame-os, I didn't get to go shopping. Yes, I am pouting, yes, I will recover, no, I am not overreacting. But, I am almost done sewing my new purple dress.

On a not so happy note, no luck yet in selling my contract. That one girl that I emailed cuz she posted something on Facebook saying she was looking for an apartment close to campus still hasn't emailed me. That makes me mad. She should let me know if she is or if she isn't interested. It will all work out, it always does.

I Like Silly Things

Yesterday, Me, Michelle, Tessa, and Melanie went to Idaho for Jordan's farewell. This is a fitting picture, I think. I just love it. I couldn't get on the tourist trap plastic horse. It was great. And we went to a playground a swung on swings, which is definitely one of my favorite things ever. I am so glad we went to Jordan's farewell. Not only did we get to say "See ya!" to a dear friend, but we had a great time driving together. Lately, I've been feeling really adventurous and have needed to do something crazy random. I think we now know how desperately I needed it if going to Idaho is one of the highlights of my summer! I'm also uber bored, cuz I distinctly having a dream about Iowa. Seriously, how sad am I? Actually, now that I've gone on an adventure, I'm pretty happy. And Saturday, Michelle, Leslie, and I went on a lovely hike, which was great. These adventures just reinforced the fact that I LOVE going places! It doesn't matter if I'm going to Idaho or a waterfall, as long as I'm not just bumming around, I'm good.

And I'm good. I'm lonely. But I'm good. I can't wait for school to start because it will be wonderful to meet new friends and learn things and get busy again. I don't know how life will work out, I just have to have faith that it will. I think that the rest of the summer will help me realize what I have and had and what I want for the future. I like to learn, so I have to remember to learn while I'm missing Tlr. I guess it sucks cuz he isn't here, and we broke up so I can't just talk to him all day long. It is sad to not have a good friend anymore.

On a lighter note...tonight I'm going shopping! We are preparing for our fun journey to Denver for Rachelle's wedding. So of course, we all need new shirts. I'm going to try going for a new dress, and since my Dad is taking me and my brothers, and Mom is at Girls' Camp, I think I might be able to remind him that he belongs on my little finger and get a new dress!

Lunch with the Accounting Department

So, my Dad is an accountant, and as much as I like my Dad, I always thought that the accounting department was supposed to be boring and stressful. I guess this still may be true, but because it is so extremely so, the accountants who make up the accounting department have to be extra crazy. And, since I know my Dad, I can attest to this truth. But now I know (at least in one way) that my Dad is not some freak accountant, and that spending an hour with the accounting department can be rather entertaining.

I'd never had Greek food. I will blame my inability to be a connoisseur of cultural cuisine on my family, the ever convenient place to lay blame. For example:
"Let's go out to eat tonight! Where do you want to go?" asks my Dad.
"Happy Sumo!" I suggest hopefully.
"Wendy's!!" exclaim four voices.
I try again, "I'd really like to go to Costa Vida."
"McDonald's!"
One last effort. "Olive Garden?"
"Arby's!"
Finally, we settle on Applebees. I have nothing against Applebees or Wendy's. They are both yummy places to eat. I just am saying I've never had Greek food. Or Japanese. Or Indian. Or Thai, British, African, or even Southern (as in Georgia or Louisiana or Texas). And going out to eat does not mean we go out to a fast food restaurant.

Tonya and Eric, two silly accountants here at work, were on their way to get Greek food for the accounting department, and wondered if I'd like some. I explained that yes, I would love some Greek food, but I didn't know what I wanted cuz I'd never had Greek food. And then I had to explain why I'd never had Greek food. Opa. So they said they would just get me some. And then I waited. What if my lunch time came and my food hadn't? Then what would I do? Just sit around? I would have to go out and find my own food like I had been planning on all along cuz we didn't have any leftovers from home for me to eat. And then it came. And then I ate.

"How do you eat it?" I asked, staring into my kabob, rice, and fat tortilla bread thing.
"Just dig in!" encouraged the accountants.
Silence for about ten minutes while we devoured the Greek food. The rice was yellow and definitely NOT healthy. Since I try to be aware of what I eat, I noticed that. I lifted the rice and checked out the oil on the bottom of the box that the rice had been cooked in; it was pooling in the bottom. It was delicious. I usually don't like pork, but now I like Greek pork, which I had to rip off the stick with my teeth, making me feel like a monstrous minotaur chomping on a fair young Grecian. And the fat tortilla bread thing was so yummy! It had something kind of sandy on it, but it didn't taste like sand. Greek food is good, I will most definitely get it again. And there was a salad, but those are just blah and not Greek. It reminded me that I was in America. But, it was swimming in oily Catalina dressing, so I guess it fit in with the oily yellow rice. I ate pretty much the whole box, and now, three hours later, I am still stuffed. I just can't waste food. I've been a college student for two years and I know that if you don't want to take it home, you eat it all. I felt like a pig, but probably wouldn't have been as good to eat as a Greek kabob.

Then the crazy, not-so-ravenous-anymore accountants talked, and I joined in every once in a while. Eric jokingly said that his pants were from 1987, and I didn't tell them that his pants would therefore be older than me. They talked about the clothes they wore in high school. I pretty much dressed the same then as I do now. Back in the day, there were two types of jeans: Lee's and Levi's. Weird. And then came the new Hash Pants (or something like that). What in the heck are those? I've never even heard of them! Apparently, there are two ways to get them on, first by laying on the bed and putting your knees up and sucking in your stomach and zipping, or secondly by standing and leaning over and dancing into your pants. I also learned that without lycra in your jeans, you oftentimes had to use pliers to get your pants on and off. They talked about their undefined sense of "style" in elementary, how cool their high tops were, and about haircuts. I also learned that probably the most hideous thing in one of their closets are some woven suspenders, and when they were worn, the owner thought he was hot-stuff. And I didn't really join in cuz I didn't know what to say. The youngest accountant's high school styles were in when I was in elementary. I don't remember the 80s, which they would say was very fortunate for me. :) Who knows? I don't. So that is my adventure. I had to go back to work, which was boring, but now I have some new Facebook friends from the accounting department.

What happens in the accounting department stays in accounting. At least until you invite the receptionist to eat lunch with you.

The First One

Wow! This is my first blog...ever. I must admit, that I've wanted one ever since I learned the Creed from the Office had a blog. And it was a lot easier to make than I thought it would be! I guess I'm not as computer illiterate as I seem. Hooray hooray. I rock at technology.

So, have I had any loco adventures lately? Probably just missing the train I'm supposed to catch. It was dumb. I was just sitting there on my bike, waiting for a train to pass, and I watched the passenger train go by too. I was mad, but I'm OK and finally got to work. That was crazy. You shouldn't get stuck behind a train on your way to the train! Maybe I should leave earlier? I was running a little late, but I rode really fast. Maybe it would help if I didn't have to hold my skirt down so I stay lady-like on my bicycle, then I could steer with two arms. Do arms really have that much to do with the speed of your ride? I don't really think so, but maybe it does.

What are you supposed to do on a blog? Just ramble? I guess so. So there it is. My first rambling, loco, adventurous (sort of) blog. I rock at blogging. :)