Saturday, November 22, 2014

6.22 Seven Deadly Sins - Greed (All the Marshmallows)

Bestest Friend and I are embarking on a new blog project. Each day of the month we will post a picture on a pre-determined theme and write a little something about it. The theme for the twenty-second day of each month is "Seven Deadly Sins."
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There's a local business here that sells these delicious homemade marshmallows. Now, I'm not the kind of person who has marshmallows in my house - until I tried some of these marshmallows at the Farmers' Market, I thought you only purchased Stay Puft for smores and an occasional mug of hot chocolate - but these things are like crack.  I totally love the salted caramel, although I've also had cherry vanilla and cinnamon and those flavors were quite good, too.  Usually I just have a marshmallow or two after dinner and it makes my life complete, but after Halloween we had four or five mini-Hershey bars left and I would melt a marshmallow and chocolate bar for like five seconds in the microwave and just foodgasmed.
Anyway, the thing is that these are gluten free and Dr. BB could eat them, but HE NEVER GETS TO. They are mine and if he so much as touches them, I give him The Look.  It's rare that I deny him an opportunity to eat something that he can actually have, but these salted caramel marshmallows are only available on limited basis and I DON'T SHARE.  

That is all.  
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To see what Bestest Friend wrote about the theme of the day, check out her blog, Too Legit To Quit.    

Friday, November 21, 2014

6.21 Laughter - You Will Get An A

Bestest Friend and I are in the middle of a blog project. Each day of the month we will post a picture on a pre-determined theme and write a little something about it. The theme for the twenty-first day of each month is "Laughter."
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It's a small state university in a state with an unemployment problem. Our conservative governor claims that we should only teach classes that have a direct corollary to success in the workplace (note to said governor: teaching critical thinking and clear communication skills will help in any job).  Anyway, the end product is that it is, on occasion, difficult to get people to register for some classes.  If a student doesn't feel like a class will have a practical application, they might not take it.

(Imagine that here I discuss how the import of a good liberal arts education and make a suggestion that folks go to a trade or technical school if they wish to learn how to something practical.  Off my soapbox now.)

So we advertise for people to take our courses - we jazz them up, make them sexy, and attempt to convince students to walk on the wild social science side for a semester.

I walked by this flier (I just looked up flier/flyer and now I'm more confused than ever about which is correct) about a dozen times and each time I would get all huffy and puffy and start muttering to myself about grade inflation and low standards and work myself up into a typical NGS lather.  And then I stopped to read it.  Cue convulsive laughter.  (Also - great advertising. I think I'll use this technique the next time I need to get enrollments in my sections.)

Full text:
If you take this class, you will get an excellent understanding of Russian history since 1815!
How have Russian and the USSR shaped European and world history in the last two hundred years?
Why was Russia the site of the first real experiment in communism and why did it end so disastrously?
Was Rasputin indeed "Russia's greatest love machine?" 
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To see what Bestest Friend wrote about the theme of the day, check out her blog, Too Legit To Quit

Thursday, November 20, 2014

6.20 Lessons - Lunch

Bestest Friend and I are in the middle of a blog project. Each day of the month we will post a picture on a pre-determined theme and write a little something about it. The theme for the twentieth day of each month is "Lessons."
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Lunch has historically posed problems in our household. It used to be a never ending source of angst for me until I explained to the boy how much stress it was causing me and HE TOOK OVER HIS OWN LUNCH.  It's not like we have chores split down the gender norms, but somehow I had taken on lunch as part of my duties, along with things like taking care of Zelda's food and litter, vacuuming, and putting gas in the car and with his food intolerances and allergies and needing two times as many calories as I need, I just couldn't hack figuring out what to do with his lunch* anymore.
And, I swear I am in my mid-30s and it just recently occurred to me, but I can prepare most of my lunch the night before.  This is life altering. I don't need to take five minutes in the morning to chop vegetables and put some pretzels in my lunch cooler - I can do it the night before and sleep for another five minutes.

Now I've got lunch handled.  (Yes. This is common sense to all of you people who have common sense.)

*Dr. BB's normal lunch: A sandwich with Udi's Gluten Free Millet Chia Bread, Oscar Meyer Selects lunch meat, mayo, and lettuce; a carefully portioned out serving of Ruffles Original potato chips; a handful of almonds; a cheese stick; a beverage of some sort with many, many calories, like a Coke or a Pepsi

*My normal lunch: A giant container of vegetables; one carefully measured tablespoon of ranch dressing; a 100-calorie pack of Wholly Guacamole; one serving of pretzels; occasionally I treat myself to fruit like a pear or a serving of apple cider
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To see what Bestest Friend wrote about the theme of the day, check out her blog, Too Legit to Quit.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

6.19 My Best Friend - Chickens

Bestest Friend and I are in the middle of a blog project. Each day of the month we will post a picture on a pre-determined theme and write a little something about it. The theme for the nineteenth day of each month is "My Best Friend."
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Pilgrim fowl are a breed of chicken that sometimes go by a moniker that is my actual name.  At some point, Bestest Friend learned this fact and has taken to sending me chicken-themed things - a calendar with new breeds of chickens every month, greeting cards with chickens on them, you know, chicken things - and so when I recently opened a package of socks she sent me (I LOVE SOCKS!), I was only a little bit surprised when this guy also came out of the package.
I wish you could all see this thing in person. It wobbles on those giant feet, the comb and tail are this clear plastic, and the ceramic is so shiny you could put on your makeup while looking at it.  It goes without saying that I fell in love with it immediately and brought it to my office so that I could look at it while I'm working to cheer me up, right?

Don't you now wish there was a breed of chicken that shared your name?
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To see what Bestest Friend wrote about the theme of the day, check out her blog, Too Legit to Quit.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

6.18 Favorite Memories - Little Zelda

Bestest Friend and I are in the middle of a blog project. Each day of the month we will post a picture on a pre-determined theme and write a little something about it. The theme for the eighteenth day of each month is "Favorite Memories."
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She's three years old now, but in July of 2011, she was this tiny, fuzzy, cuddly little thing. She had a bad case of ear mites, the best litter box behavior you could possibly expect from a six-week old kitten, the quietest meow you have ever heard, and this short tail that came to an abrupt point at the end. We considered naming her Dagger because of the tail, but in the end Dr. BB decided that our kitty was just as unpredictably crazy as Zelda Fitzgerald, and from that moment on she was our Zellybeaner.
Photo credit to SVHyde from July 2011. Baby fuzzy wuzzy kitttttttttyyyyy.
My father-in-law met Zelda when he helped us move from Minneapolis, so she was probably only a couple of months old at that point.  He saw her about a year later and he said, "Is that the same cat?" and I nearly laughed myself silly.

Because really.  That tail.  How did it go from short and pointy to this?  No one knows.
Just lounging.
 She knows she the prettiest kitty in the world. Just ask her.
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To see what Bestest Friend wrote about the theme of the day, check out her blog, Too Legit to Quit.

Monday, November 17, 2014

6.17 Bedtime - Humidify This

Bestest Friend and I are in the middle of a blog project. Each day of the month we will post a picture on a pre-determined theme and write a little something about it. The theme for the seventeenth day of each month is "Bedtime."
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I broke early this year. I have a deal that I make with myself that my big winter parka isn't allowed out of the dry cleaning bag until Thanksgiving. But today the high was in the single digits. SINGLE DIGITS.  This is, in my decades long experience as an upper Midwesterner, absolutely unusually cold, even by my standards.  So I busted out my parka this morning, despite my Thanksgiving goal of parkalessness.  (We had a job candidate visiting today from Georgia and the poor thing was only wearing the equivalent of a sweatshirt. I gave her my hat - with ear flaps - for the campus tour.)

With the change to frigid temperatures, we had to turn on the heat. We resisted for quite some time, but when the thermometer in the main room read 62 degrees and I was huddled under two blankets with the hood of my sweatshirt up, we knew it was time. Anyway, the heat means dry air. It means we wake up with sore throats. It means the cat is full of static charges and every time you pet her, she cringes because she knows she going to get shocked. It means skin cracking and cuticles bleeding. It means HUMIDIFIER TIME.

We will fill it every night before bed from here until April. (And let's not get into the weekly cleaning ritual - it involves vinegar and rinsing and rinsing and rinsing and I just leave it my husband. I would personally just buy a new humidifier every year, but, in his defense, this is our fourth winter with it and I've never had one last that long before.)

I'm already annoyed with it.
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To see what Bestest Friend wrote about the theme of the day, check out her blog, Too Legit to Quit.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

6.16 Beauty - First Snow

Bestest Friend and I are in the middle of a blog project. Each day of the month we will post a picture on a pre-determined theme and write a little something about it. The theme for the sixteenth day of each month is "Beauty."
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Last night, I looked outside while I was taking the litter out (it goes to a dumpster in our attached garage) and saw a beautiful nighttime scene of snowflakes falling on a quiet neighborhood illuminated by orange lights from lamposts, a fraction of an inch accumulation on the ground, and  and just as I was turning around to continue with my errand, I heard it.  The sound of metal against metal as someone crashed their car into something (another car? a sign? the curb? a building?).

Welcome to winter.
The result of this snow is actual beauty.  The trees are covered, the ugly brown of the dead grass is covered by a fresh coat of white, and it looks crisp and sparkling out there. But I can only admit that because we have not had to leave our apartment all weekend long. In the safety of our nice warm house, I feel confident in saying that the snow looks lovely. When I have to scrape the car off after work tomorrow, it's possible I will be singing an entirely different tune.

(This photo? Is a bush right outside our door. I did not go any further than about five steps into the snow.)
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To see what Bestest Friend wrote about the theme of the day, check out her blog, Too Legit to Quit.
 
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