Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

Friday, March 4, 2011

My Life in Lists

Here is what I love:
- sleeping, especially NAPS, especially when I didn't sleep a lot the night before
- EATING.  Praise God for my young, fast metabolism and my love for walking everywhere, cuz without them I'd be fat.  Fat, fat, fat.   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gspaoaecNAg  1:37
- the above video
- when my room is clean.  Not like it is now.  :(
- snakes.  I want this watch:
http://www.kohls.com/upgrade/webstore/zoom_popup.jsp?productId=845524892628598
and this pet:
I'm pretty sure this is a phase.  I have, in the past few years, gone through the following phases of wanting pets: rabbit, russian song canary, pit bull, ferret, black cat.  I never end up getting one.  Anyway, I still have my little blue bird, Jacqueline, and she still sings to me some mornings. Usually just because she wants her breakfast, though.
- this: http://emailga.me/  

Big Doings
- Closing night of Into the Woods is tonight.  I will admit that much as I dislike Sondheim, I am going to miss people from the cast/crew/pit.  That's as far as I'm going along that mushy route.
- I was officially diagnosed with adult ADHD about a week ago.  This explains a lot, if you ask me.  
- I am a part-time student now.  I forgot to mention it on this blog a few weeks ago when I dropped 9 of my 15 credits.  Hopefully this will mean more work which means more money!  And less self-loathing due to being behind in school.
- I am auditioning to transfer into the American Musical and Dramatic Academy for musical theater in New York City!  Also Point Park.  I have auditions with both schools this month.

Songs that have been stuck in my head this week:
- Pretty Girl Rock by Keri Hilson - current favorite... "My name is Keri, I'm so very fly, oh my, it's a little bit scary... girls think I'm conceited cuz I know I'm attractive... don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful"  sigh, story of my life ;D
- Strauss's Pizzicato Polka - we are singing an arrangement of it in HCC and it is SO CUTE that I can't help but giggle and bob my head back and forth when I hear it/sing it.  Shows up at 3:20 or so of this little clip: http://www.mojvideo.com/video-sylvester-mouse-mazurka/4acf8004e425b7b7d2ec
- One More Kiss from Sondheim's "Follies" - singing this for my AMDA audition, so I've been practicing singing out those high As!
- When Somebody Loved Me from Toy Story 2 - I have a certain composer/arranger friend of mine to thank for this... He has a knack for introducing suck-the-happiness-out-of-you sad songs into my life. :p

Spring Break Goals:
- clean my room
- find a way to buy snake watch
- knock my AMDA audition out of the park (it's on Sunday)
- go to confession
- decide what to do for Lent (starts on Wednesday!)
- receive the books and boots I ordered in the mail (don't you love goals that don't require any work?  haha I do!)
- find a summer job?

Thursday, December 2, 2010

First Snowfall!

For some reason, the first snowfall of the winter has always been a source of excitement for me.  Even my current, I-don't-like-talking-about-my-feelings, I-gag-when-I-hear-sappy-stuff me couldn't help feeling a surge of childish glee when I looked out my window and saw that it was snowing!!  Yes, although I've been going through a bit of an identity crisis lately, there are a few things that have stuck with me through it all:

1.  I love Him.  Especially in the Eucharist.  Continuing along this vein may lead to extremely sappy material, so I will now move on. ;)

2.  I am so frickin excited for Christmas!  I haven't felt this kind of anticipation for years.  It's not as simple as looking forward to the time off of school or the presents.  It's more an intense enjoyment of the very Christmasy things that I have the great pleasure of experiencing at this time every year.  Listening to Christmas carols, seeing lights and decor everywhere, making and eating Christmas cookies, being with my whole family all at once... all of it is such a delight...

3.  I love music and being a music major more than ever!  I feel that some wonderful and beautiful mystery is being revealed to me day by day as I struggle through my classes and homework.  So worth the time and effort, unlike other attempted branches of study...

So, imagine my excitement about tonight being the first of Heinz Chapel Choir's Christmas concerts!  Combining my two favorite things, Christmas and music... it looks to be a wonderful start to the holiday season. :D

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Africa: I Miss It

"When I think of home, I think of a place where there's love overflowing.
I wish I was home, I wish I was back there with the things I've been knowing..."

I've said it before and I'll say it again; Africa feels like home to me.  I miss it so SO much; it is killing me that I am not there right now.  If someone offered me a one-way ticket to Ghana today, I would take it.
I have been home for about two and a half months now.  That must be how long it takes for me to register homesickness, cuz I'm really feelin' it now.

Here is what I miss most:
- the simple, unshakable faith of the people there
- the smiles
- the children (oh, my heart!!!)
- the drums and the dancing
- my mission team

Here is what I still don't miss:
- rice and red sauce
- latrines
- exhaust fumes

What I wouldn't give for the chance to go back to Dafor and visit the little school they have there, to hear the kids yell "Sistah Jen!" as they pull on my arms and clothes.  How I would love to hoist a headpan of cement onto my headcloth and work to finish that church!  What a joy it would be to to hear another of Fada's homilies, so penetrating and life-giving because of their deep simplicity!  How I miss those old ladies who tried to teach us Ewe and laughed at us every morning after Mass, those Mamas who were quite obviously the backbones of the village community, and those workmen who spoke to us in squeaky voices.  Hahaha and the finger snapping handshakes... I miss those.

I must go back to Africa.  I don't know when or how, but I must.  I have already been away from home for too long.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Sleepless Saga

So, last night I don't think I slept at all.  This was not a free choice; I was so tired when I got home at 8:30 last night that I was in bed by 9, thinking that if I went to bed early, I could wake up early and do my homework then.  But it was not to be.  I slept for maybe an hour before I awoke, uncomfortably hot and sweating.  My room used to be an attic, so the temperatures up here can get a little extreme.  I tossed and turned for a while, trying to fall back asleep in spite of the heat, but eventually I gave in and got up to throw open my windows the rest of the way.  This turned out to be a mistake, because apparently the 3-step trek across the room told my body that it was time to be awake, and try as I might, I could not convince it that it was, in fact, bedtime and that I was tired.  By now it was 11:30.
So, I got up and turned on a small light so that I could at least entertain myself with some books.  I read the last hundred pages or so of The Golden Compass, which was very interesting, but I still was not even remotely tired.  I thought, "Maybe I can get my homework done now, since I obviously won't be sleeping anytime soon."  I turned on my computer, etc., only to find that our internet had timed out.  I would have to reset the router, which is in my housemate's room, and I really did not want to creep in there while she was sleeping. Instead, I went downstairs, pulled out some ice cream, made some tea, and read the next hundred or so pages from How to Avoid Falling in Love with a Jerk.  (very informative, by the way.  I highly recommend.)  All this reading, eating, and tea-making took me right up to about 5am, at which point I headed back upstairs with a mug of tea to sit in my windowsill with my feet on the roof, my special spot where I sometimes watch the sunset.  Whilst staring up at the moon and the one bright star I could see through the light pollution of our neighborhood, I found myself actually feeling a chill from the night air breezing around our roof, and that chill made me a little bit sleepy, in addition to the delicious tea I was sipping (about my 4th mug that night).  So, around 6am I finally found my way back to my little bed and succeeded, at last, at falling asleep.
My alarm went off at 7.  "Hell no," I thought, and turned it off.  Then I rolled over and went back to sleep until 10:30, thus making it impossible for me to go to my 10am or 11am classes or do any of my homework.  I did get up and get ready to catch the 12:34 bus into Oakland for my 1pm class, but I just missed it and so did not get into Oakland until the next bus arrived there at 1:30 or so.  My 2pm class didn't meet today because we had keyboard audits!  Fun fun.  I think I aced mine.  The rest of the day went normally: holy hour, confession, Mass, grocery shopping, dinner.  I haven't felt the effects of my sleeplessness at all.
It is now getting quite late, especially considering I have to be up and out by 7:45 tomorrow morning, but I still am not tired.  It is too damn hot in this house.  And I need to finish doing my laundry so I actually have clean clothes to wear to choir camp.  Che palle.  That is a vulgar way of saying "What a drag" in Italian.  Maybe I can sleep in the car tomorrow on the way there.  Or maybe it will be so cold at camp that I will actually be able to sleep there... What a delight that would be...

Friday, September 3, 2010

Fine Eyes

Today, after Tango Club, I found myself with two hours to kill before a little choir rehearsal at 9.  I decided to head to one of the numerous cafes on Craig Street to get some food and work on some homework, and I ended up in Camilles, as usual it seems.  The Indian guy working there recognized me from the other day, when I stopped in to buy some exorbitantly expensive orange juice ($4 a cup???? ay).  Once again, he complimented me on my "beautiful eyes," only this time he went on to say that in the three months he's worked there, I'm the only one he's complimented in this way.  We made small talk while he got my food; he asked me about weekend plans, where I was living this year, etc.  Then he asked me if I liked cookies, and when I said yes, he pulled two from the bakery case, "One for each of your eyes."  I was absolutely flabbergasted...  I mean, I've been complimented before, but this was unheard of.  I got free stuff because I have pretty eyes!  I'm not quite sure what to make of this... but I already ate one of the cookies.  White chocolate and macadamia nut.  Mmmm.  That one was for my left eye, I think. ;)

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Pie

Yep, I made this pie.  Looks tasty, eh?  
Especially next to our trusty old Betty Crocker Cookbook...

Yesterday, I made my dad's favorite pie (rhubarb) so we could have it for Fathers Day.  While baking, I stumbled across a most excellently funny paragraph: the introduction to the pie chapter in our Betty Crocker cookbook, copyright 1969.  I couldn't keep this excellence to myself, so here it is:

What's the American man's favorite dessert?  Most people would agree - it's pie.  And heading the list is apple pie.  Followed closely by cherry pie and peach pie and lemon meringue and a lot of others.  If you care about pleasing a man - bake a pie.  But make sure it's a perfect pie.  How?  Simple.  Spend a little time with this chapter; pick up our sure-fire tips for flaky pastry.  Then try one of our recipes - family-tested and guaranteed to satisfy.  What more could you ask of a dessert?


Oh man, I laughed so hard when I read this.  And I laughed again while I was typing it out.  What say you, men?  Is it true?

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Cutting the Clutter

... from your diet, that is. I've been reading this book called "5 Essentials for a Winning Life" by Chris Carmichael, Lance Armstrong's trainer. The 5 essentials are basically fitness, nutrition, career, relationships, and health, but it's the nutrition chapter that really struck me. It may be a 9-week plan, but this isn't about going on a diet; it's about improving the way you eat for good. The following are the things that Carmichael believes everyone can, and should, live without: (this is all a direct quote, by the way, from pages 34-40)

No More Soda
The average American drinks up to 55 gallons of sweetened soda each year, and it serves absolutely no good purpose in your diet. That's nearly one 20-ounce bottle of soda and 250 calories of sugar every day of the year. Simply cut out soda, and you'll drop 1,750 calories and half a pound each week.

No More Corn Syrup
Corn syrup and its evil twin, high-fructose corn syrup (HFCS), are cheap sweeteners used in thousands of products, from colas to condiments and most commercial baked goods, including some whole wheat breads (read the labels). Not only is HFCS a concentrated source of empty calories, recent research from the University of California, Davis, also suggests that it might convert more easily to body fat than other types of simple sugar, such as those derived from cane or beets. This is because fructose bypasses some of your body's normal mechanisms for controlling energy balance, basically allowing you to consume more energy than your body realizes. It's kind of like an accounting mistake that results in a warehouse full of goods you didn't know you bought and that don't show up on inventory lists.
Before HFCS, which is actually a mixture of fructose and glucose sugars, people didn't consume that much fructose because it was mostly found naturally in fruits and honey. Now fructose accounts for about 25 percent of the sugar the average American consumes - much more than the human body has evolved to be able to process. In 1966, Americans ate no HFCS, but in 2001, HFCS made up 42 percent - a full 63 pounds - of the 147 pounds of sugar eaten by the average American.
Fructose goes to the liver to be converted into glucose before your body uses it for energy. The liver is also where you produce fat and cholesterol, and recent research suggests that putting excess carbohydrate in such close proximity to fat producing machinery makes it that much easier for your body to convert it to fat.
Beware of products marketed as low fat; although cutting fat is a good idea, manufacturers often replace the fat with loads of HFCS to make the product's taste and texture seem "normal" to you.

No More Trans Fats
Only humans could create something worse for you than saturated fat. Trans fat is a product of the food industry., which takes heart-healthy unsaturated fats and chemically corrupts them into molecules that are more harmful to your health than the saturated fat dripping off the greasy bacon in a back-alley diner. For years, partially hydrogenated oils, those dreaded trans fats, have been used in commercially baked goods, chips, and fast food. If you see partially hydrogenated anything on a food's ingredient list, put it back on the shelf and walk away. If it's already in your house, give it away or toss it in the trash.
While saturated fat increases levels of LDL cholesterol - heart-stopping "bad" cholesterol - trans fat takes you even a few steps closer to a heart attack. It not only increases LDL cholesterol levels, it also lowers blood levels of beneficial HDL cholesterol, the kind that helps strip plaque off your artery walls. If that weren't bad enough, trans fat can also contribute to the stiffening of arteries. In other words, you'd be better off eating the solid fat you cut off the edge of your steak (saturated fat) than an equal portion of stick margarine (trans fat).
The FDA now requires all manufacturers to list trans fat separately on nutrition labels. So take a second to look at the labels in the grocery store and find products without trans fat. One exception to the rule is commercial peanut butter brands; they use a minimal amount of trans fat to keep the oil from separating, but not enough to worry about.

No More Alcohol
For the first 3 weeks of this program, commit to cutting the alcohol out of your diet. People don't realize that alcohol itself is a source of empty calories: 7 useless calories in every gram, or about 98 in each 1 1/2-ounce shot glass of spirits like vodka or whiskey. Liqueurs (such as Kahlua and Bailey's) have even more calories per shot because of added sugar. Cocktails made with sugary mixes and colas push the calorie counts even higher, up to more than 200 calories per drink. Besides being a source of empty calories, alcoholic beverages are diuretics and contribute to dehydration, even if you have only one or two. When you drink a lot of alcohol and feel miserable the next morning, that pounding in your head, lethargy, and cottonmouth are primarily due to dehydration. Even though your Bloody Mary mix may contain tomatoes and your White Russian contains milk, for 3 weeks I want you to stay away from alcohol, including beer and wine. I'm often asked questions such as the following regarding alcohol and the Carmichael Performance Program.
What about the benefits of red wine?
There is some evidence that regular consumption of red wine may help reduce your chance of developing heart disease, but the benefit seems to come from the antioxidants in the grape skins, not the alcohol. You can get those antioxidants from other sources, including 100 percent grape juice and a variety of fruits and vegetables.
Do I have to give up drinking forever?
During the Strengthen and Perform Periods of the program, you can return to drinking beer, wine, and cocktails, but I recommend sticking to no more than four drinks per week.
Is it okay to indulge at a party?
Even when you return to consuming the occasional alcoholic drink, it's best to keep it to four drinks or fewer each week. By alternating between a drink and a tall glass of water, you can reduce your alcohol intake at parties and keep yourself hydrated. Also, hold on to your drink longer - people are less likely to offer you another if you already have a drink in your hand.

No More Tobacco
When my wife and I went to our first doctor's visit after learning we were having a baby, I was surprised to hear that Colorado is one of the leading states for underweight newborns. When I asked for the reason, I silently wondered if it had something to do with altitude or the relatively high activity level of Colorado residents. I was shocked when the doctor said the lower birth weights were due to high rates of smoking and alcohol use. "Outside the big cities, it's still the Wild West out here," she said.
On my way home, I realized that I was surprised by the doctor's answer because smoking had become so far removed from my own life. I didn't originally include "No More Tobacco" in this book, since no one in my circle of friends, business partners, and athletes smokes. Until that wake-up call in the doctor's office, I mistakenly believed that smoking was a problem of the past. In reality, according to the US Centers for Disease Control (CDC), 45 million Americans (roughly 21 percent of the population) smoke and expose millions more to the health risks of secondhand smoke. Nearly another 7 million Americans, mostly men, use smokeless tobacco. Across the board, tobacco contributes to more than 400,000 deaths in this country every year, and even though that number is slowly falling, aggressive marketing is still replacing a higher percentage of those who quit.
According to the CDC, adult smokers die 13 to 14 years earlier than nonsmokers do, and here's the important lesson I want you to take away from this section: You can reverse some of the negative impact smoking has had on your lungs and overall health. Think of it as reclaiming years of your life that you had already surrendered. Your lungs begin repairing themselves within a few months of quitting, and after several years, your risk of dying from lung cancer may drop by more than 50 percent.
If you use tobacco, it's going to be much more difficult to quit smoking or chewing than it will be to stop drinking sugary soft drinks or eating fast food. The physical addiction to nicotine is strong, and many smokers have deeply ingrained social habits linked with lighting up (during their commute, while on work breaks, when driving home, after meals, with alcohol) that make it even harder to quit. There are many helpful programs available, including medical interventions, patches, counseling, and group therapy. And keep in mind, very few people successfully quit the first time they try. It may take a few attempts and a few different methods, but quitting is essential; any improvement in health and longevity that you might see from building fitness or losing weight are essentially negated as long as you continue using tobacco.

No More Fancy Coffee Drinks
Recent research confirms what we have believed for decades: Caffeine improves mental performance, including short-term memory. Researchers believe it may block the action of a chemical that normally slows brain function. A more active brain allows you to focus better, find solutions faster, and come up with better ideas. Heightened brain activity also excites the entire nerve system, which may be why some caffeine improves exercise and sports performance, but too much leads to the jitters.
I spent years living in Europe, where they have had a lot more time to come to grips with their coffee habits. On a typical morning in France or Italy, you'd have coffee with milk or a 4- to 6-ounce latte with breakfast; if you had coffee later in the day, it was a double shot of espresso. Meeting for coffee was about getting out of the office or trading stories with a friend; the coffee was small and just an excuse to go for a walk.
In America, it started out innocently enough with coffee, which has virtually no calories, but now you can walk away with 700 to 1,000 calories in a single cup, thanks to the milk, cream, and sugar dumped in. I'm not saying you have to go without coffee, nor am I saying you have to go without caffeine, but it's time to stop with the fancy coffee drinks. the following are the worst offenders.
--> Lattes, mochas, macchiatos, and hot chocolates: These are rich and creamy because they're made with cream or whole milk and sugar and, therefore, loaded with excess fat and calories.
--> White hot chocolate and white chocolate mocha: White chocolate is sweetened cocoa butter and milk solids, so it has more calories and fat than darker chocolate.
If you need a java jolt, have one of these instead.
--> Espresso: A double shot delivers less caffeine than a regular cup of coffee (90 milligrams versus up to 200 milligrams).
--> Americano: Espresso and hot water make a bolder-tasting cup of coffee.
--> Cappuccino made with fat-free milk (the smaller, the better): Traditionally, a cappuccino is a 5- to 6-ounce drink; the espresso provides a bold flavor, and the steamed milk forms a foam with small, fine bubbles. It was never meant to be a 20-ounce glass of warm milk with some espresso in it.
--> Small latte with fat-free milk: A smaller size brings out more of the coffee flavor and gives you nearly a cup of calcium-rich milk yet keeps the calories in check

Carmichael goes on to say that most people are eating a lot of good, nutrient-rich foods in addition to these not-so-good-for-you foods, and that by cutting these six things out of your diet/lifestyle, you'll be able to see how much good stuff you're already eating and continue along that vein. I personally have been giving it a try for the past few days, and although I've been surprised at how many things contain one or more of the above no-nos, I've also been pleased to realize how many things don't.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Cake

You may know of emotional eaters who reach for sweets when they're upset. I am fortunate enough not to be one of these, or else right now I would weigh far more than I do. No, I am an emotional baker. Hence the chocolate cake sitting on the counter downstairs right now. Perhaps I'm reassured, when all else seems hopelessly jumbled, that the boxed cake mix will always turn into a cake if I follow the directions on the back. And finished cakes are so lovely. After I iced this one with gooey chocolate frosting, I stepped back to feast my eyes upon its beauty and then covered it up so it wouldn't dry out. Not even a nibble. I didn't even want a nibble! How strange. My family is going to start keeping me in a constant state of distress so they'll always have cake around...

Monday, January 4, 2010

Things of Beauty

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
- Mary Poppins

How true, how true indeed. Lately I realized that I have been surrounding myself with beautiful things for quite some time now, and they continue to bring me joy every time I use them or see them. Here are a few that I've been enjoying very much this holiday:

Making Gingerbread

This year I have developed a great appreciation for the taste of fresh gingerbread and so decided to make a batch of my own. The molasses and spices laid out on the table with the cookbook and citrus and my sister's homemade bread made for quite a picturesque little scene. I really should have taken a picture of the finished cookies; they were beyond adorable. My aunt even kept two to use as decoration in her house!
I do so enjoy cooking in our kitchen. There's nothing like dancing around to some good music while whisking together something tasty.



My Amaryllis

While I was out Christmas shopping one day, I came across a boxed bulb with a beautiful picture on the front and the words "Indoor Amaryllis" across the top. It was a complete kit including a pot, some peat mixture, and the bulb itself. I didn't buy it right away, but I thought about it so much that a few days later I came back and picked it up. I planted it as soon as I got home, and every few days I check its progress. It is absolutely thrilling for me to watch the sprout grow little by little, even in the dead of wintertime. In time, it should end up looking something like the picture to the right. It is a "Cinderella" amaryllis. As soon as it blooms I'm going to take it upstairs (right now it's on the porch where there's more sun) and put it on the shelf by my desk, where it can cheer me through my long winter course load.
Apparently it's possible to replant these bulbs every winter with the right care, and I am getting so much joy out of this little plant that I'm sure I will try it come fall.
In fact, I am so pleased with amaryllises (is that a word?) in general that I have a blown up picture of two gorgeous red blossoms as my background on my mini laptop.


Fabric and Feathers

I am generally a fan of unconventional jewelry. Bits of fabric, buttons, feathers, and lace all seem to me to be such delicate and classy touches. Actually I've had an absolute obsession with lace lately. I want to sew it onto everything! But that is beside the point.
I have been longing for a pair of peacock feather earrings for goodness knows how long, and finally, my wish came true this Christmas. Never mind that "Santa" got them at a Halloween store in the 70s section. I think they're beautiful! :) I am quite at a loss as to where to wear them, though. Perhaps for the first day of school on Wednesday...
Also worth mentioning is that my dear friend has opened an etsy shop called "Peculiar Jewelry" where he makes exquisite pieces out of fine fabric scraps, feathers, and beads. I browsed through it yesterday and wished I could have bought everything in it! Hopefully he'll be posting more items soon! Here is the link: http://www.etsy.com/shop/Flanowa and here are a couple of my favorite pieces from the shop!


Do check it out!!


Well, that just about wraps it up. First multimedia post ever! How exciting. Except that pictures are a pain in the rump to upload. Oh well. I think they brighten the post considerably.

Monday, September 22, 2008

The Last 24 Hours

Despite my obvious trouble finding things to write about in these past few days, I realized today that a recap of the events of the previous 24 hours or so could indeed be considered interesting.
Exactly 24 hours ago (from the time I'm writing this) at this very minute I was walking home from Mass at St. Paul's Cathedral. I was feeling a bit worried and very determined, because I had been trying ALL DAY to write a paper for my writing class, but the words just would not come. I had gone home early Saturday night to work on it and hermited myself all day leading up to Mass, allowing myself ample time for the creative juices to flow. I had researched and arranged my ideas in several different ways, but when it came to actually writing anything down I couldn't do it. I was discouraged with my procrastination and seeming inability to get anything down on paper, and angry with myself that I couldn't write. Writing is what I want to do with my life! I should be able to sit and write about anything, especially a topic so important to me as the one I was writing about yesterday. But no. Almost in a panic, I sank onto my knees after Mass and begged God to allow the Holy Spirit to flow through my mind and onto the paper. Perceiving no response, I turned to the Blessed Mother. "Please, dear Mother," I pleaded, "ask your Son to help me!" I knelt there for I don't even know how long, but eventually I heard or rather felt the words, "Go, do your work, little one, and I will do Mine."
So it was with this command and an incredible sense of relief and determination that I returned to my dorm room to write. I sat down at my computer and just wrote and wrote. Anytime I felt at a loss for words, I simply remembered the phrase, "you do your work, little one, and I'll do Mine," and knew that as long as I kept writing, He would take care of the rest. I wrote for 6 hours solid last night, finally crawling into bed sometime after 1 am.
For some reason, last night my sleep was somewhat disturbed by a very vivid, confusing, and upsetting dream. I dreamt that my dear father was walking me down the aisle at my wedding. I was beaming, so happy to be there with my closest friends and family and wearing such a lovely wedding dress! But as I stepped up onto the altar, I realized that I didn't know the guy I was marrying! I mean, he looked familiar, and I knew he was the one I was supposed to marry, but suddenly I didn't want to marry him. I froze, head whirling with the situation that faced me. On one hand there was the dress, the lavish reception that was planned, and the presence of all my friends and family. On the other was a life lived as the result of a mistake, and what a mistake! What would it mean for me if I backed out now? What would it mean for me if I stayed and married him? Unable to cope with the trapped, panickey feeling, I fled the church by the side door and sought refuge in one of the large white tents set up for the reception. It wasn't until I saw my mother headed towards me with a look of gentle compassion on her face that I burst into tears.
I know, this is bizarre, and very Runaway Bride -esque. Imagine the way I felt when I woke up this morning as my cell phone alarm went off beside my head. I'm having nightmares about my wedding???? ALREADY?? Geez. It doesn't help that at this point I have only had about 6 hours of sleep, a good 2 hours less than usual. So of course I hit snooze. Twice. I even got out of bed to hit snooze on the second alarm I had set at a convenient distance across the room and then proceeded to get back in bed.
By the time I got out the door of my dorm this morning I knew I was going to be late. I had only 5 minutes to get to work at 9:00 and it usually took me at least 10 to 15 minutes to get there. Luckily the clock in the costume shop is broken, so I hoped that they won't notice my tardiness.
My first job when I get to the shop? Install the new clock. Hmm. So much for that. I put batteries in the clock and polished it off before hanging it in a prominent spot on the wall where our old clock, may it rest in peace, used to hang.
My next job, though perhaps a bit more interesting, was not so simple. The head of the costume shop has recently been working on an Elvis costume for some show; I don't even know the details, really. By Elvis costume I mean white spandex jumpsuit with flared legs and sleeves and lots and lots of gold trim. And today, I studded it. Now. The costume shop does own a Bedazzler, but the studs and the machine are too weak to work with such a difficult material as spandex. So I placed by hand, 68 gold and silver studs, pushing the little metal prongs through the fabric and bending all 5 of those little prongs down on the other side with only my thumbnail as a tool. The costume looked amazing, though, and she was so grateful that I couldn't complain or really even be grumpy about it. So I headed to Italian class with a smile on my face and two very sore thumbs.
Italian class today was mildly interesting, as we were in the language lab learning how to use the recording equipment for our oral exams. The microphones were very sensitive to background noise, but not so sensitive to the person who was actually supposed to be speaking into it, so it made for an interesting 50 minutes. Bonus: hearing the guy across the table from my group speaking in an incredibly fake and cheesy Italian accent. ahahahaha gotta love it.
At noon was Communication Processes, in which we hurried through the last lecture before our test on Wednesday! It'll be my first test in this class, so I'm a little concerned about it even though I seemed to be grasping everything very well at the review session on Thursday morning of last week.
From 1 to 2 I had an hour to kill before my writing class, so I claimed a nook on the third floor of the Cathedral of Learning and settled down with Unita due of my Italian book. Unfortunately, I almost fell asleep conjugating -ere verbs and don't really know how much of the material actually stuck in my sleep-deprived brain.
In writing class we discussed why people come to college and whether it's truly necessary. I mean, what's wrong with learning a trade? Why has our culture shifted in such a way that you literally need a bachelors degree to get anywhere? An interesting topic, to be sure.
After a quick stop back to my room to change books I was on my way to piano class at 4. We are learning about intervals, which is somewhat easy for me but still something I'm glad to be delving into a little bit. At the end of class the professor assigned a song to the class to learn for Friday, then turned to me and said "Jane, I want you to learn the secondo part," referring to the teacher's part on the next page! Cool.
As I always do on Monday/Wednesday/Friday when I have piano, I hurried over to the Newman Center to catch Benediction at 5:00 and mass at 5:15. Sweet! God, I love daily mass!
On my way home around 6 I made a stop at my favorite place to be: IGA! Hahaha is it weird that I love grocery shopping? Cuz I do. This time I bought bread (I had just eaten my last piece with jam for breakfast this morning), honey, and Orbit Mint Mojito gum (they didn't have spearmint or sweetmint!! shameful).
So now, here I sit, munching on a peanut butter and honey sandwich on fresh wheat bread. Yummy! Is there anything so delicious? I think not. Or maybe I was just really hungry... either way, honey + peanut butter = :)
Now if you will excuse me I'd best be studying for my communications "quiz." Ha.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Success!

Today, I found a grocery store. :) Yay me!!!
My quest began with my desire for peanut butter. I have long since run out of the jar I initially brought to school.
I knew that there was some food at Rite Aid, so I headed in that direction. No dice there, though there were plenty of overpriced snack packages and cookies.
I left the store determined to wander along Forbes Avenue until I found this grocery store that everyone kept telling me about. I crossed Atwood and eureka! there before me like a beacon in the night was an IBG, smiling down at me from the second floor of Super Cuts. Crossing the street again I found my way up the stairs and oh, what a sight greeted my hungry eyes!
An entire aisle of fresh produce! A deli! A bakery! Aisle upon aisle of snack foods and REAL foods! Yes! But way in the back corner I found what I had come for: peanut butter and jam. The jam selection was delightful; I could barely choose between peach, pineapple, apple, grape, black raspberry and the traditional strawberry. And the peanut butters! Creamy AND crunchy! O my! On top of all this they had apple butter, a personal favorite of mine, so of course I bought a jar. In the end I checked out with a jar of creamy peanut butter, a jar of strawberry jam, a jar of apple butter, and the intent to return to IBG quite often.
In Rite Aid's defense, they are still the only place that gives cash back, so I continue to make small purchases there when I need a few dollars.
This adventure has left me with a renewed sense of self-sufficiencey, which has suffered recently due to an increase in school work. :p So although grocery shopping may not seem like a huge deal to you, I assure you that it is quite monumental to me and thus worth blogging about.
Stay tuned to hear me talk about laundry!!! hahahahahahaha I bet you can't wait...

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Hummus

This is war. Hummus and I have had it.
For those of you who don't know what hummus is, it's basically mashed chickpeas mixed with some kind of spice or flavoring. There are lots of different kinds and the taste experience when paired with a crunchy cracker or soft pita bread is positively matchless. I loved it ...until today.
For brunch today I stopped in the Cathedral Cafe before my 11:00 Italian class. Not being in the mood for anything too heavy, as I had just run about 2 miles, I opted for the veggie and hummus wrap and some iced tea. I thoroughly enjoyed the first half of the wrap, but didn't have time to eat the rest. 'No prob' says I, 'I'll just save the other half for another time. It would be a shame to waste this excellent wrap, possibly one of the best I've ever eaten.' Seriously, though, the blend of spices and roasted veggies was truly delectable, despite the fact that it made my breathe smell. Oh, just wait. That's not all that will be smelling before my tale is done...
Now. Clearly, the Styrofoam plate with a plastic cover was not made to be stored on its side. Clearly it was not air- or water-tight. Clearly I shouldn't have dumped it into my tote bag with all my papers and makeup!!! But that is exactly what I did.
Now, in my defense, it didn't bust open right away. No no, it waited until I was about half-way through my first Italian class ever (first college class ever, for that matter) to pop open and slide down the side of my bright yellow folder as I shuffled through my tote for a pencil. Disaster.
I tried to shove the rebellious hummus wrap back in its container and close it, but instead more hummus squelched out of the wrap and oozed to the bottom of my bag. Not good. When I finally pulled my hand out of my tote bag, instead of grasping the desired pencil it was instead covered in hummus. I had no choice but to lick my fingers clean, not being in possession of paper towels, napkins, tissues, not even hand sanitizer, and not wishing to interrupt the intro lecture with my dilemma. So, there I was, first day of class, sitting in the back of the classroom and licking hummus off my fingers. Talk about weird.
Luckily, class let out early, so I had time to survey the damage before my next class. I high-tailed it to the bathroom, knowing there would be paper towels/sinks and planning to do a thorough, bag-emptying cleaning. What I didn't count on was there being other people in the bathroom. Thus, I was faced with the rather awkward situation of wiping what vaguely resembled vomit off my makeup bag and pencils in the 2nd floor bathroom of the Cathedral of Learning while others use the sinks around me in a normal fashion. Again, weird.
Not wishing to prolong this awkward situation, I only cleaned off the things I absolutely needed for my next class and sort of divided my bag into contaminated and non-contaminated sections with my folder. A reasonable solution, I thought, until I realized that my bag, being rather thin, not only smelled of spicy hummus very strongly inside, but also radiated the scent. Where does this unfortunate circumstance end??? No time soon, I can tell ya that.
Seeing as I had no time to go back to my room to switch bags, I was instead force to carry my smelly bag to the rest of my classes until now, the first free moment I've had in my room today. And I'm not cleaning it out right now. I'm blogging. I guess that bag will have to smell a little bit longer, because I am not touching it. So there, hummus.