I discovered the perfect combination last week. Cheerio's (sans the milk) and Ghiradelli Milk Chocolate Chips.
But then I realized.
Wait.
Anything is good together with Ghiradelli Chocolate Chips.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
"Things"
don't mean that much to me.
That being said, I do like
my new truck that I bought from my grandpa. It's a 2002 chevy silverado 1500 V8 pickup.
I'm also crazy about the new Japanese rice cooker I just bought. It can cook white rice, brown rice, cakes, beans,vegetables, stews...the foundation of any meal, I guess. It has a 15 hour time delay--I can (and will) literally wake up to the smell of freshly steamed rice.
That being said, I do like
my new truck that I bought from my grandpa. It's a 2002 chevy silverado 1500 V8 pickup.
I'm also crazy about the new Japanese rice cooker I just bought. It can cook white rice, brown rice, cakes, beans,vegetables, stews...the foundation of any meal, I guess. It has a 15 hour time delay--I can (and will) literally wake up to the smell of freshly steamed rice.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Lunchtime
Anybody remember reading my post about tuna ?
I thought that once I left college, I would break free of my scrape-the-bottom-of-the-mac-and-cheese barrel lunchtime habits. I assumed that, as a working professional,I would have the means to experience exotic and exciting foods like Schlotzky's Deli, Paradise Bakery, and Chili's.
Boy was I wrong.
For the past five days strait, I've had a peanut butter and banana sandwich or microwave ramen (or both--I went a litle crazy on Wednesday) for my midday sup.
We Heywood's are frugal as a rule, but I'm starting to wonder if I shouldn't at least mix in a microwave dinner or a Quizno's sub. For reasons that can't be explained (ok. They can be explained. Being raised where the only occaision that merited a trip to Wendy's or Taco Bell was a birthday or a family vacation), I feel guilty going out to eat.
I do, however, splurge occasionally in the morning when I order an English muffin from the cafe at the basement of our Tower. The muffin is always on the toasted-too-much-on-the-outside-yet-cold-on-the-inside side, but I keep going back because of the personality of the Asian couple who manages the establishment.
The man, who I've never heard say one word since I began my visits, stands near the back of the kitchen and silently surveys the operation like Joe Torrey in the 5th inning. His wife is the polar bear oppposite. She rushes around the kitchen/cash register/chocolate milk display case with grasshopper zeal. I think her smile was surgically stapled to her face--it's as wide as Montana and it never leaves. I feel like I complete her life's mission every time I order an extra item.
"I'll have an English muffin, toasted on the toasted-too-much-on-the-outside-yet-cold-on-the-inside side, please." (she smiles wider and raises her eyebrows.) "oh...and a...blueberry yogurt...I guess..." (she beams like she's just been knighted by the Queen).
Which shows once again that half the world doesn't know how the other three quarters lives. Or eats.
I thought that once I left college, I would break free of my scrape-the-bottom-of-the-mac-and-cheese barrel lunchtime habits. I assumed that, as a working professional,I would have the means to experience exotic and exciting foods like Schlotzky's Deli, Paradise Bakery, and Chili's.
Boy was I wrong.
For the past five days strait, I've had a peanut butter and banana sandwich or microwave ramen (or both--I went a litle crazy on Wednesday) for my midday sup.
We Heywood's are frugal as a rule, but I'm starting to wonder if I shouldn't at least mix in a microwave dinner or a Quizno's sub. For reasons that can't be explained (ok. They can be explained. Being raised where the only occaision that merited a trip to Wendy's or Taco Bell was a birthday or a family vacation), I feel guilty going out to eat.
I do, however, splurge occasionally in the morning when I order an English muffin from the cafe at the basement of our Tower. The muffin is always on the toasted-too-much-on-the-outside-yet-cold-on-the-inside side, but I keep going back because of the personality of the Asian couple who manages the establishment.
The man, who I've never heard say one word since I began my visits, stands near the back of the kitchen and silently surveys the operation like Joe Torrey in the 5th inning. His wife is the polar bear oppposite. She rushes around the kitchen/cash register/chocolate milk display case with grasshopper zeal. I think her smile was surgically stapled to her face--it's as wide as Montana and it never leaves. I feel like I complete her life's mission every time I order an extra item.
"I'll have an English muffin, toasted on the toasted-too-much-on-the-outside-yet-cold-on-the-inside side, please." (she smiles wider and raises her eyebrows.) "oh...and a...blueberry yogurt...I guess..." (she beams like she's just been knighted by the Queen).
Which shows once again that half the world doesn't know how the other three quarters lives. Or eats.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Renassiance Tower at Copper Square
This is where I work--the 23rd floor of 2 N Central Ave. I have an incredible view of the city (well, if I get up and walk over to the window).
Some other perks of the location include:
--An escalator I can use for no charge
--Parking I can use for a steep charge(they give you a free escalator and make it up in the parking)
--Statue of a naked man in front of the building (no, really.)
--Close to the light rail. (in two months)
--Near Chase Field and U.S. Airways Arena
--Gift store at the bottom of the building with Dream Catchers. People still buy those things?
Cat got your
Tongue Twisters?
I wish to wash my Irish wristwatch.
(who doesn't?)
Lovely lemon lininment.
Eleven benelovent elephants.
Gobbling gargoyles gobbled gabbling goblins.
Three short sword sheaves.
I wish to wash my Irish wristwatch.
(who doesn't?)
Lovely lemon lininment.
Eleven benelovent elephants.
Gobbling gargoyles gobbled gabbling goblins.
Three short sword sheaves.
Classified Dating
Last weekend, my cousin told me about a website (planetredhead.com) with the mission to unite redheads for dating so that they can eventually have redhead children. Apparently, redheads are becoming extinct.
This got me thinking. What if I did want to put my profile up on a dating site. What would I say?
How about:
Single white male WLTM a DTE YSF for FS and hopefully a LTR. ISO VGL girl with SOH and a healthy 401(k). Not a SD, but always up for a cold DDP. PA and ALA (literally, these days).
This got me thinking. What if I did want to put my profile up on a dating site. What would I say?
How about:
Single white male WLTM a DTE YSF for FS and hopefully a LTR. ISO VGL girl with SOH and a healthy 401(k). Not a SD, but always up for a cold DDP. PA and ALA (literally, these days).
Monday, November 3, 2008
A battle well fought
I spent many hours in the hospital this weekend feeling helpless. My oldest cousin Jeff passed away after a battle with cancer, leaving behind a beautiful wife and two bright eyed children.
During those hours of grief in the oncology ICU, I didn't know what to say or do. I was just...there. Watching. Praying. Hoping.
I was moved by the love that was shown during those hours. I don't know of anything that can be purer than a mother's and a wife's love, nor can there be anything so exquisite as their grief. I saw the courage of a father and the tender kindness of a sister. I witnessed the bonds of affection that tie family together, knotted with the peace and promise of a reunion scheduled for all eternity.
Jeff's struggle on earth is over. His course is finished, his battle through. With all the strength and tenacity that Jeff showed, it is now our turn to fight through this trial. The empty days and long hours will stretch until they seem unbearable to those who for so long traveled with Jeff along life's paths.
"Oh stong soul, by what shore
Tarriest thou now? For that force,
Surely, has not been left vain!
Somewhere, surely, afar,
In the sounding labour-house vast
Of being, is practiced that strength,
Zealous, beneficent, firm!
Yea, in some far-shining sphere,
Stil thou performest the word
Of the God in whom thou dost live,
Prompt, unwearied as here!"
The battle now turns to those who knew and loved Jeff, to live in rememberance without remorse, to step into the future in submission without sulleness.
Jeff, we miss you.
During those hours of grief in the oncology ICU, I didn't know what to say or do. I was just...there. Watching. Praying. Hoping.
I was moved by the love that was shown during those hours. I don't know of anything that can be purer than a mother's and a wife's love, nor can there be anything so exquisite as their grief. I saw the courage of a father and the tender kindness of a sister. I witnessed the bonds of affection that tie family together, knotted with the peace and promise of a reunion scheduled for all eternity.
Jeff's struggle on earth is over. His course is finished, his battle through. With all the strength and tenacity that Jeff showed, it is now our turn to fight through this trial. The empty days and long hours will stretch until they seem unbearable to those who for so long traveled with Jeff along life's paths.
"Oh stong soul, by what shore
Tarriest thou now? For that force,
Surely, has not been left vain!
Somewhere, surely, afar,
In the sounding labour-house vast
Of being, is practiced that strength,
Zealous, beneficent, firm!
Yea, in some far-shining sphere,
Stil thou performest the word
Of the God in whom thou dost live,
Prompt, unwearied as here!"
The battle now turns to those who knew and loved Jeff, to live in rememberance without remorse, to step into the future in submission without sulleness.
Jeff, we miss you.
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