QOTD

Alfred:      "Why do we fall, sir? So we can learn to pick ourselves up."

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Chicken Parm Thursday

My sincerest apologies for the completely unnecessarily large gap between the this and the previous blog post.

I find it apparent to inform all of you that Christmas is indeed in the air. If it weren't for the array of Christmas trees everywhere, the lights on the houses or the Christmas music on the radio I don't know if we'd be able to tell. The lack of snow is a waste of Christmas spirit and does it really need to be so cold if there isn't any snow? I don't think so.

As per usually, I set my alarm to go off at 7:30 in the morning to the sounds of the radio. Lately I have been less than pleased with the results. First off, my regular morning crew have created an awkward hole of emptiness my most beloved morning show. Second, when the unknown fella finishes his talking and the music starts I have to close my ears. Not an easy task people. The only music coming out of those speakers is Christmas music. There isn't enough of a variety of Christmas music to soften the blow.

On the other side of the debacle, I have been preparing myself for Christmas in my own less extravagant ways. I recently started to listen to TSO cd's while I do my homework. Christmas presents for my friends and family are being purchased and stored, I will not disclose the location. I have also equipped my little home with a Christmas tree that stands no taller than the television and smells of rosemary. His name is Friar Fern and he is probably parched right now. I'm not so good with the taking care of part of owning a plant. I remember to open the blinds and allow myself to be blinded by the light so that Friar Fern may enjoy it; however, I still can't remember to water him.

Also in recent news, I killed a fly with febreze. He was hanging out on my windowsill where I keep my dust bunnies when his wings got all covered in dust. He couldn't fly anymore and was just rolling around looking all sad and helpless so I euthanized him. I sprayed a healthy amount of febreze on him, he didn't roll around much longer. I now have a dead fly chilling on my windowsill. I think I'm gonna bury him in the soil of Friar Ferns base.

Finally, I've decided to let go of my Mustang need for the time being until I have experienced my current desire to own a Mini. Let's hope this happens soon people.

 

Stay classy. this is t-bear signing off

 

Salad

My mother doesn't think I'm being very healthy while at school so she suggested a few foods I could try to eat more. Of course, the first item on the list was salad.

I hate salad.

Not strongly dislike, hate.

Except for ceasar salad of course.

And macaroni salad, that stuff is the shiz.

So we went to the pub the one day. Just a regular, every day lunch thing. I take a quick perusal through the menu. I've almost settled on the all to delicious BLT when my eyes take a less than subtle glance at the super salad section.

So, I broke from tradition and ordered a salad.

The waitress brings over the heaping plate of lettuce and we're all like "oh, that looks good!"

I was all, "Now I'm excited."

Then I started eating it.

That's when I found out, that was no Jose's or Carnival ceasar salad. That was the ripe off of the ripe off of ceasar salad.

So, I don't think I'll be ordering that again.

However, you will be happy to note, Mother, that I have purchased for myself, a bag of pre prepared coleslaw and dressing to adorn it with.

I've also been walking the stairs, as per usual, so I don't think I'm gonna get fat. I just won't be healthy. A small price to pay for being a college student.

 

Happy Birthday Papa! this is t-bear signing off