I like my food burnt. I don't want a red steak. I want a steak that was cooked through (pink in the middle is good now) but then at then the heat was turned up and there is a burnt crust on it. I like when the onions are browned that the cook "forgets" about them and they get a little crispy burnt on the edges. I like to leave the scrambled eggs in the pan longer once they are done so that they get browned/burnt on the bottom. I like my pizza cheese crispy on the top bits and along the crust edges. I like the top of lasagna and the edges of brownies. I like my hotdogs burnt.
Control your eating by controlling what you buy. If you only buy healthy food you will only have healthy food to eat. If you can't afford a lot of healthy food, buy less of it. Then eat it. That way no food goes to waste and you save money. That's my theory. I'm much better at controlling how I spend my money than controlling what I eat.
I just ate a piece of burnt garlic in my food I made and it was AMAZING.
Okay, my food is amazing completely and inspired this post. I cut up some onion, yellow bell pepper b/c I don't eat green bell pepper, and garlic and fried it until it was burnt and soft and nice the way I like it. It was salted and peppered appropriately as well. Then I added some baby spinach, oh and garlic wine vinegar (vinegar (any cooking kind) is the secret ingredient). I didn't wilt the spinach as much as I do other greens, it didn't seem to want to wilt that way, so I added one egg and made vegetable scrambled eggs. With ketchup. I always feel that ketchup is a lame condiment and take away from all the great natural flavors of good cooked foods, but I can't help it, it's sooooo good on eggs! And hash browns. And breakfast potatoes. Ketchup is a breakfast condiment I guess. I think I would prefer it to a homemade salsa on my eggs. I think. I'd probably split my eggs in two and put ketchup on one half and the salsa on the other half and eat them as an experiment to see what I like better. And then I'd probably lie to myself and say it was the salsa, but know deep down it was the ketchup.
I also love buttermilk. I think I will go have some now.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
But First, Coffee
This year I am not making resolutions, but goals. Goals seem more attainable. So far I feel like I've accomplished more than I did all of last year! I've been busy these two weeks. I have started running again, I finished 2 knitting projects, completed 2 pinterest projects, made and attended 3 doctors appointments, saw a movie, cooked dinner a lot, cleaned out the fridge and Josh cleaned the pantry, snuggled my kitty, got a haircut, and other stuff I'm not remembering right now.
I went to the allergist doctor yesterday to get tested for my gluten intolerance. They convinced me to do the inhalant tests too, even though I didn't think I needed to because I have my allergies under control and I've never really had allergies my whole life. The doctor said I won the award for most allergic person of the day. He was impressed at how allergic I was to Nashville's grass', trees, cats, dogs, mice, and dust mites. I am not allergic to mold or cockroaches. I'm also allergic enough to avocado that I got an epi pen! I am not allergic to wheat or walnuts though, the things I went in for because of my reactions. I am allergic to tomatoes, which I had a suspicion. I eat them just not if they've been canned homemade or Campbell's tomato soup, those things have made me sick for as long as I remember. I used to hate spaggetti when my mom made it because she used her own canned tomatoes for the sauce and my stomach hurt afterwards so bad every time.
Josh and I signed up for my works IRA program so now we have a retirement plan too. That's definitely one of the most adult things we've ever done.
I don't know if I've mentioned this before or not, but I was diagnosed with Generalize Anxiety Disorder a year and a half ago I think. I'm now on a medication that helps that. I've never wanted to discuss it on the internets because I dont' want people to think it's my life, or to define me by that. I think about it everyday...and I dont' want to think everyone else is too. He he he...pretty self absorbed of me. Anyways, I have good days and I have bad days. I try not to post on a bad day but sometimes they sneak up on me. I'm a lot better now. I used to worry, especially before the pills and during my thesis writing, that if I made one simple little mistake or forgot something the world would end and I would be floating in a black hole of nothingness. I cannot describe or make people understand the paralyzing fear I have of that black hole of nothingness. Now every action of mine is to stave off that horrible black hole. Sometimes I realize it doesn't exist or stop being afraid long enough to wonder what's on the other side of it. After the anxiety hits, I am rendered incapable of decisions, and therefore of action. I do nothing I worry about and nothing that needs to be done, then I go into a depression at how much I suck at life and how horrible I am and useless and weak. That hasn't happened that badly in a while though...I practice mindfullness meditation and find that I'm best at it when I'm walking. I can't wait to try it while I run! It really affects me at work because work requires me to talk to new people, call people and make decisions, and I dont' know what in the world I'm doing most of the time! All of those things cue my anxiety. I have a coworker who has worked with the Tribes for over 20 years and I think he used to teach at a university. It has really helped my anxiety since he started because I now have someone I can go to to ask all of my questions. I never wanted to go to my supervisor b/c she is always busy and I don't want to bother her with questions everyone seems to think I should already know the answer to. My coworker also answers a lot of life questions and once when I stalled my truck twice in one morning, he knew, without a doubt, that it wasn't my inability to be perfect that stalled it but that there was water in the gas tank causing it. Which turned out to be true! Up until he told me that I was pretty mad at myself for sucking up driving a stick shift. I'm trying very hard to talk to myself in a caring compassionate way and not in a critical way. It's very difficult.
The only thing that's be stable and there for me and helps me through all of this is Josh. He always listens to me and doesn't judge and doesn't tell me what I should do. He just helps me understand and tries his hardest to help out. So let it be known, despite all of his "faults" (which by the way are why I fell in love with him) he is the best thing I know. Also, he put up with me so well before the pills when everything made me angry and I spent 5 hrs a day watching Criminal Minds or crying. He never yelled back or got frustrated. Never.
I went to the allergist doctor yesterday to get tested for my gluten intolerance. They convinced me to do the inhalant tests too, even though I didn't think I needed to because I have my allergies under control and I've never really had allergies my whole life. The doctor said I won the award for most allergic person of the day. He was impressed at how allergic I was to Nashville's grass', trees, cats, dogs, mice, and dust mites. I am not allergic to mold or cockroaches. I'm also allergic enough to avocado that I got an epi pen! I am not allergic to wheat or walnuts though, the things I went in for because of my reactions. I am allergic to tomatoes, which I had a suspicion. I eat them just not if they've been canned homemade or Campbell's tomato soup, those things have made me sick for as long as I remember. I used to hate spaggetti when my mom made it because she used her own canned tomatoes for the sauce and my stomach hurt afterwards so bad every time.
Josh and I signed up for my works IRA program so now we have a retirement plan too. That's definitely one of the most adult things we've ever done.
I don't know if I've mentioned this before or not, but I was diagnosed with Generalize Anxiety Disorder a year and a half ago I think. I'm now on a medication that helps that. I've never wanted to discuss it on the internets because I dont' want people to think it's my life, or to define me by that. I think about it everyday...and I dont' want to think everyone else is too. He he he...pretty self absorbed of me. Anyways, I have good days and I have bad days. I try not to post on a bad day but sometimes they sneak up on me. I'm a lot better now. I used to worry, especially before the pills and during my thesis writing, that if I made one simple little mistake or forgot something the world would end and I would be floating in a black hole of nothingness. I cannot describe or make people understand the paralyzing fear I have of that black hole of nothingness. Now every action of mine is to stave off that horrible black hole. Sometimes I realize it doesn't exist or stop being afraid long enough to wonder what's on the other side of it. After the anxiety hits, I am rendered incapable of decisions, and therefore of action. I do nothing I worry about and nothing that needs to be done, then I go into a depression at how much I suck at life and how horrible I am and useless and weak. That hasn't happened that badly in a while though...I practice mindfullness meditation and find that I'm best at it when I'm walking. I can't wait to try it while I run! It really affects me at work because work requires me to talk to new people, call people and make decisions, and I dont' know what in the world I'm doing most of the time! All of those things cue my anxiety. I have a coworker who has worked with the Tribes for over 20 years and I think he used to teach at a university. It has really helped my anxiety since he started because I now have someone I can go to to ask all of my questions. I never wanted to go to my supervisor b/c she is always busy and I don't want to bother her with questions everyone seems to think I should already know the answer to. My coworker also answers a lot of life questions and once when I stalled my truck twice in one morning, he knew, without a doubt, that it wasn't my inability to be perfect that stalled it but that there was water in the gas tank causing it. Which turned out to be true! Up until he told me that I was pretty mad at myself for sucking up driving a stick shift. I'm trying very hard to talk to myself in a caring compassionate way and not in a critical way. It's very difficult.
The only thing that's be stable and there for me and helps me through all of this is Josh. He always listens to me and doesn't judge and doesn't tell me what I should do. He just helps me understand and tries his hardest to help out. So let it be known, despite all of his "faults" (which by the way are why I fell in love with him) he is the best thing I know. Also, he put up with me so well before the pills when everything made me angry and I spent 5 hrs a day watching Criminal Minds or crying. He never yelled back or got frustrated. Never.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
General Thoughts
I am suppose to be showering to prepare to go to a friends house. But when I get there, we are going on a 4 mile hike. I'll be wearing a hat. I'll need to shower again for work tomorrow. Maybe she won't mind dirty hair. But Josh showered today to go to work...where he gets all dirty. It's sort of inspiring.
Yesterday Josh and I went to Kroger for a quick grocery shopping trip. We only spent $30 and I hope the food lasts all week! But the point is, we were waiting in line to pay, and the larger woman in front of us was wearing white underwear with polka dots of different colors. I know this because she thought her black nylons were leggings that you couldn't see through. I think. That's the only reason I can think of as to why she didn't put a skirt/shorts/long sweater/anything on over it. I wonder when she will figure it out and how. Josh didn't notice until she was done paying and leaving....and he even got really close to her to put his stuff on the conveyor belt. It's all I could look at...like a bad car accident.
Two years ago, during the flood, a school near where I live, had a portable class room building float down the expressway. It eventually smashed into all the cars underwater and trees and broke apart into pieces. Later I was told that Extreme Home Makeover came and rebuilt the school. It wasn't until this week that Josh and I noticed the big giant super fancy building that's all blue where the school is located. But it's been over a year when the TV show was suppose to have done it in a week, so why didn't we notice it? Our hypothesis' are that 1. it took a lot longer than a week to truly finish because it was a school not a house 2. You have to turn your head and look behind you to see it while driving down the expressway, so maybe I just never looked 3. We couldn't see it in all it's glory until the trees dropped their leaves 4. Josh and I are just completely unaware of our surroundings.
The school looks like a giant jewel in a field of mud. It's the most expensive and newest thing in a several mile radius (like 5 miles all around or more). I wonder when the school will start to look old. I'm hoping it'll take maybe 20-30 years or more. Wait, there is a new Zaxby's...but the school is still nicer than that.
The Sears in the our mall is closing. That means that only Macy's will be left of the large department stores (Dillard's left before we moved down here). I just don't know what the mall will do now. The Sears auto center I think did a lot more business than the rest of the mall.
Yesterday Josh and I went to Kroger for a quick grocery shopping trip. We only spent $30 and I hope the food lasts all week! But the point is, we were waiting in line to pay, and the larger woman in front of us was wearing white underwear with polka dots of different colors. I know this because she thought her black nylons were leggings that you couldn't see through. I think. That's the only reason I can think of as to why she didn't put a skirt/shorts/long sweater/anything on over it. I wonder when she will figure it out and how. Josh didn't notice until she was done paying and leaving....and he even got really close to her to put his stuff on the conveyor belt. It's all I could look at...like a bad car accident.
Two years ago, during the flood, a school near where I live, had a portable class room building float down the expressway. It eventually smashed into all the cars underwater and trees and broke apart into pieces. Later I was told that Extreme Home Makeover came and rebuilt the school. It wasn't until this week that Josh and I noticed the big giant super fancy building that's all blue where the school is located. But it's been over a year when the TV show was suppose to have done it in a week, so why didn't we notice it? Our hypothesis' are that 1. it took a lot longer than a week to truly finish because it was a school not a house 2. You have to turn your head and look behind you to see it while driving down the expressway, so maybe I just never looked 3. We couldn't see it in all it's glory until the trees dropped their leaves 4. Josh and I are just completely unaware of our surroundings.
The school looks like a giant jewel in a field of mud. It's the most expensive and newest thing in a several mile radius (like 5 miles all around or more). I wonder when the school will start to look old. I'm hoping it'll take maybe 20-30 years or more. Wait, there is a new Zaxby's...but the school is still nicer than that.
The Sears in the our mall is closing. That means that only Macy's will be left of the large department stores (Dillard's left before we moved down here). I just don't know what the mall will do now. The Sears auto center I think did a lot more business than the rest of the mall.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
In Which I Complain
Every day I am exhausted. I wake up (I actually like to say, I get out of bed after laying in it for 8 hrs because I'm not sure if what I did counts as sleeping). I go to work. I will take my "morning nap" which is 30 min. of uncontrollable sleep. Sometimes it's all I can do to make it into work before I fall asleep, then I just stay in my truck and take a nap. Sometimes I sleep at work. The other morning, I woke up, got ready for work, saw that I had 30 min before I had to leave and took a nap.
Every week night I go to bed AT 10:00. Sometimes I play a video game/read in bed, so I would say I fall asleep at 10:40. Then I get up between 6 and 6:30. That's just under 8 hrs. The other night I went to bed at 9:00 but didn't fall asleep until 11:00 ish.
I'm not worrying about things at night either. My brain just refuses to relax. I could be thinking about nothing, but my face is all scruntched up, I get these terrible headaches behind my eyes. That pain has always been there. It feels like I'm looking up as high as I can with my eyeballs and it hurts the eyeball moving muscles. I have practiced my whole life to not worry before going to bed...this whole can't sleep thing...it happened a lot when I was in high school and younger (for as long as I can remember), but went away entirely in college. I like to think that when I was in college, I only got 3-4 hrs of sleep anyways, it all sorta just washed out. I was also very happy in college. Happier than high school or now.
Then I have the world's most boring dreams. Recently they have been dreams where I read the words in my mind, liek it's a book, I repeat the words to myself, then I understand but do not see what happens. I just see words in a row. Only you can't really read in dreams, so I am spending a whole lot of time concentrating on reading and not relaxing and letting the dreams flow. Sometimes in the morning, I know I'm dreaming, and I open my eyes and realize I've been awake the whole time, and sigh in relief that I don't have to be in the dream any more because it's so long and boring, and chances are, it's the second time I'm dreaming the same boring dream in the same night.
When I don't work, I usually wake up, say goodbye to Josh (he only works on the days I have off), and then take a nap that's actually relaxing for 5-6 hrs when he gets home. So I sleep about 14 hrs a day/night on the weekends. My mother told me I should have gotten my Christmas cards out when I was on vacation...what was I doing that whole time? Well, I was sleeping.
With my little energy, I force myself to work at work. Accomplish something. It takes all of my energy I have to motivate me to work, so when I get home, I just want to crawl into bed. Instead I have to find reserves of energy to make me do my work at home. How do mom's do it?
And that's why you haven't received my Christmas card yet. I got the litter cleaned before I got those written. But in my defense, litter stinks more than christmas cards.
Every week night I go to bed AT 10:00. Sometimes I play a video game/read in bed, so I would say I fall asleep at 10:40. Then I get up between 6 and 6:30. That's just under 8 hrs. The other night I went to bed at 9:00 but didn't fall asleep until 11:00 ish.
I'm not worrying about things at night either. My brain just refuses to relax. I could be thinking about nothing, but my face is all scruntched up, I get these terrible headaches behind my eyes. That pain has always been there. It feels like I'm looking up as high as I can with my eyeballs and it hurts the eyeball moving muscles. I have practiced my whole life to not worry before going to bed...this whole can't sleep thing...it happened a lot when I was in high school and younger (for as long as I can remember), but went away entirely in college. I like to think that when I was in college, I only got 3-4 hrs of sleep anyways, it all sorta just washed out. I was also very happy in college. Happier than high school or now.
Then I have the world's most boring dreams. Recently they have been dreams where I read the words in my mind, liek it's a book, I repeat the words to myself, then I understand but do not see what happens. I just see words in a row. Only you can't really read in dreams, so I am spending a whole lot of time concentrating on reading and not relaxing and letting the dreams flow. Sometimes in the morning, I know I'm dreaming, and I open my eyes and realize I've been awake the whole time, and sigh in relief that I don't have to be in the dream any more because it's so long and boring, and chances are, it's the second time I'm dreaming the same boring dream in the same night.
When I don't work, I usually wake up, say goodbye to Josh (he only works on the days I have off), and then take a nap that's actually relaxing for 5-6 hrs when he gets home. So I sleep about 14 hrs a day/night on the weekends. My mother told me I should have gotten my Christmas cards out when I was on vacation...what was I doing that whole time? Well, I was sleeping.
With my little energy, I force myself to work at work. Accomplish something. It takes all of my energy I have to motivate me to work, so when I get home, I just want to crawl into bed. Instead I have to find reserves of energy to make me do my work at home. How do mom's do it?
And that's why you haven't received my Christmas card yet. I got the litter cleaned before I got those written. But in my defense, litter stinks more than christmas cards.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Christmas Wii, Not.
I have an opinion about all the wedding ideas on pinterest, but I will keep it to myself. It isn't pleasant, and maybe I'm wrong.
For all you future brides, I'm probably wrong.
I received an email at work a few weeks ago saying that the Wii with Mario Cart game pack I ordered was being shipped by Amazon. Now I didn't order a Wii, so I assumed it was Josh and made an effort not to read it. I thought maybe he used my amazon account on accident to order it. (That's a lie, he doesn't have his own account).
Anyways, I felt bad knowing what he got me for Christmas, and I deliberated for days about telling him or not. I read into his every word and conversation. I finally decided, with the help of a friend, to get him some Wii games to let him know I knew, after I opened the Wii.
There was no Wii.
It was a spam email.
But it did distract me entirely from the idea that I might get a Kindle Fire, which is exactly what I did get! And it's awesome beyond belief. I feel like I imagine it would feel like to get a cell phone at age 16 instead of age 21, my third year of college. It's sort of like I'm close to being the first cool person instead of the lame person who catches up with the older version of the new sweetest thing.
For example: I get a smart phone, the Droid Eris. Fast forward 3 months: Angry Birds comes out. It's a hit. I couldn't play it until this weekend when I got my Fire b/c the Droid Eris is too old and slow run Angry Birds.
Here is a list of my favorite Actors:
1. Bruce Willis
For all you future brides, I'm probably wrong.
I received an email at work a few weeks ago saying that the Wii with Mario Cart game pack I ordered was being shipped by Amazon. Now I didn't order a Wii, so I assumed it was Josh and made an effort not to read it. I thought maybe he used my amazon account on accident to order it. (That's a lie, he doesn't have his own account).
Anyways, I felt bad knowing what he got me for Christmas, and I deliberated for days about telling him or not. I read into his every word and conversation. I finally decided, with the help of a friend, to get him some Wii games to let him know I knew, after I opened the Wii.
There was no Wii.
It was a spam email.
But it did distract me entirely from the idea that I might get a Kindle Fire, which is exactly what I did get! And it's awesome beyond belief. I feel like I imagine it would feel like to get a cell phone at age 16 instead of age 21, my third year of college. It's sort of like I'm close to being the first cool person instead of the lame person who catches up with the older version of the new sweetest thing.
For example: I get a smart phone, the Droid Eris. Fast forward 3 months: Angry Birds comes out. It's a hit. I couldn't play it until this weekend when I got my Fire b/c the Droid Eris is too old and slow run Angry Birds.
Here is a list of my favorite Actors:
1. Bruce Willis
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Ant Update
I'm not sure I'm going to get Christmas cards out this year. I hope anyone who doesn't get one takes it as a personal offense. Mostly it's because I'm lazy as hell. AND I didn't buy Christmas cards. I went searching for my stash the other night, and it was empty. I'm also on vacation. Who wants to do Christmas cards on vacation? Not this girl.
Our Scotch tape is also too big for our dispenser. So that's difficult.
I heard from my sister that the ants are just creating an early base for the upcoming take over in the spring. She votes kill them. She also hates ants more than most bugs. I don't know though, those ants may have helped a mushroom grow in the pot and that was awesome. I do not dislike ants like she does. It took a lot to motivate me to discover why there were ants all over my couch. I was fine just living with them. At least they weren't in the food.
Once, when we lived on Belmont in Nashville, my mom sent me delicious cookies in a bag. The postman left them on the porch and hundreds of tiny ants got in the box. Hundreds of them. Josh brought it in and just left the box on a plastic lid of a tub in the apartment. I had to bring the whole thing out covered in ants. We went through each cookie and blew off all of the ants we could find and then ate the cookies. My mom's cookies are that good.
Our Scotch tape is also too big for our dispenser. So that's difficult.
I heard from my sister that the ants are just creating an early base for the upcoming take over in the spring. She votes kill them. She also hates ants more than most bugs. I don't know though, those ants may have helped a mushroom grow in the pot and that was awesome. I do not dislike ants like she does. It took a lot to motivate me to discover why there were ants all over my couch. I was fine just living with them. At least they weren't in the food.
Once, when we lived on Belmont in Nashville, my mom sent me delicious cookies in a bag. The postman left them on the porch and hundreds of tiny ants got in the box. Hundreds of them. Josh brought it in and just left the box on a plastic lid of a tub in the apartment. I had to bring the whole thing out covered in ants. We went through each cookie and blew off all of the ants we could find and then ate the cookies. My mom's cookies are that good.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Potted Plant Habitat and Stupid Water
Okay.
I had started a different post this morning, but forgot what interesting things I was going to say! It was all depressing and sad, and today I don't want to be sad and unhappy, so I deleted it.
Here is what I wanted to say:
We have ants in one of my houseplant pots. It's my favorite cactus style plant that I've been wanting forever. My mom has one and my plan growing up was to get one when I was an adult too. Well, last spring, I was finally adult enough to purchase one, pot it, and keep it out of reach of Ackbar. He loves to bat the leaves off one by one. And now there is a colony of ants in it. It grew a mushroom too this fall! The pot of earth did that is. So it's my little habitat, not just a cactus plant. The ants came out when we brought the fire wood in from the porch when they replaced the slider door. They made a long line from the wood to the pot. Josh says they came from the pot. I say they moved from the log to the pot. How else would I get a tiny colony of ants in a potted plant?? They found the candy cane decorations I put on the mantle too. There is such a small amount of ants compared to the war we fight against them in the spring time around the rest of the apartment that I am inclined not to mind them there. Plus, neither of us are going to eat the candy canes, and there are three other jars full of them.
(Look at that sweet rock!)
So the dilemma is do I let them live and be a part of the family or do I try to get rid of them, possibly harming my plant at the same time? What would you do? Ants are good for the soil. By the way, the soil was totally indoor potting plant soil that I bought. Sigh. That was the hardest part, paying for dirt. I have become one of the suckers that paid good money for my parents' manure. I asked my parents but they would not bring soil from home for me to use. This is probably smart on their part, it would go a long way to transporting invasive species. The same reason why they would not bring me firewood either.
Paying for firewood and dirt is all part of why the city is not a good place for me to live. Plus, I dont' live in a fun part of the city. I live in a ghetto suburb without sidewalks or parks. I have to be on constant vigilance when I drive making sure I don't hit homeless guys or teenagers walking around. It does make things more exciting though.
Do you want to hear a long annoying story? Yes? Good. The other morning, it was raining. My theory is that when it rains, some of that storm water makes its way into the water system and is filled with Stupid. People wake up, drink some Stupid water, and then drive to work. The Stupid is always worse when it rains here you see. So it's raining. I'm driving to work. It's one long road and once you get out of Antioch proper (past the mall) it goes down to one lane. It's a one lane road all the way to my work, except for 100 feet inbetween two lights where it has two lanes. It takes me anywhere from 15 to 45 min. to get to work depending on traffic, time of day, if school is in, and if someone pissed off the crossing guard/four way stop traffic director. I've sat for 15 min trying to go less than a quarter of a mile because of the crossing guard wasn't letting my lane of traffic go. So there is a long line of traffic on a normal day. You just drive in a line of 30 cars or so and there is no point of passing anyone b/c all it gets you is spot 15 instead of spot 18 in a line of 30. You are still going to go the speed of the car in spot 1 no matter what. On this particular rainy day, the double lanes were merging into one lane. The two cars in front of me were playing chicken and neither slowed down to let the other in. Finally the car being the ass in the lane that was ending, slowed down and got behind the car in front of me, then got in the left turn lane and passed three cars on the left through an intersection and got back in line. See incredibly Stupid and pointless. Maybe if it wasn't pointless I would be slightly understanding, but it was. I passed that guy when he finally turned left 10 min. later. He got no where faster and put a lot of people in danger.
For a delicious cup of healthy coffee, add ovaltine. It has vitamins and makes your coffee chocolatey.
I had started a different post this morning, but forgot what interesting things I was going to say! It was all depressing and sad, and today I don't want to be sad and unhappy, so I deleted it.
Here is what I wanted to say:
We have ants in one of my houseplant pots. It's my favorite cactus style plant that I've been wanting forever. My mom has one and my plan growing up was to get one when I was an adult too. Well, last spring, I was finally adult enough to purchase one, pot it, and keep it out of reach of Ackbar. He loves to bat the leaves off one by one. And now there is a colony of ants in it. It grew a mushroom too this fall! The pot of earth did that is. So it's my little habitat, not just a cactus plant. The ants came out when we brought the fire wood in from the porch when they replaced the slider door. They made a long line from the wood to the pot. Josh says they came from the pot. I say they moved from the log to the pot. How else would I get a tiny colony of ants in a potted plant?? They found the candy cane decorations I put on the mantle too. There is such a small amount of ants compared to the war we fight against them in the spring time around the rest of the apartment that I am inclined not to mind them there. Plus, neither of us are going to eat the candy canes, and there are three other jars full of them.
So the dilemma is do I let them live and be a part of the family or do I try to get rid of them, possibly harming my plant at the same time? What would you do? Ants are good for the soil. By the way, the soil was totally indoor potting plant soil that I bought. Sigh. That was the hardest part, paying for dirt. I have become one of the suckers that paid good money for my parents' manure. I asked my parents but they would not bring soil from home for me to use. This is probably smart on their part, it would go a long way to transporting invasive species. The same reason why they would not bring me firewood either.
Paying for firewood and dirt is all part of why the city is not a good place for me to live. Plus, I dont' live in a fun part of the city. I live in a ghetto suburb without sidewalks or parks. I have to be on constant vigilance when I drive making sure I don't hit homeless guys or teenagers walking around. It does make things more exciting though.
Do you want to hear a long annoying story? Yes? Good. The other morning, it was raining. My theory is that when it rains, some of that storm water makes its way into the water system and is filled with Stupid. People wake up, drink some Stupid water, and then drive to work. The Stupid is always worse when it rains here you see. So it's raining. I'm driving to work. It's one long road and once you get out of Antioch proper (past the mall) it goes down to one lane. It's a one lane road all the way to my work, except for 100 feet inbetween two lights where it has two lanes. It takes me anywhere from 15 to 45 min. to get to work depending on traffic, time of day, if school is in, and if someone pissed off the crossing guard/four way stop traffic director. I've sat for 15 min trying to go less than a quarter of a mile because of the crossing guard wasn't letting my lane of traffic go. So there is a long line of traffic on a normal day. You just drive in a line of 30 cars or so and there is no point of passing anyone b/c all it gets you is spot 15 instead of spot 18 in a line of 30. You are still going to go the speed of the car in spot 1 no matter what. On this particular rainy day, the double lanes were merging into one lane. The two cars in front of me were playing chicken and neither slowed down to let the other in. Finally the car being the ass in the lane that was ending, slowed down and got behind the car in front of me, then got in the left turn lane and passed three cars on the left through an intersection and got back in line. See incredibly Stupid and pointless. Maybe if it wasn't pointless I would be slightly understanding, but it was. I passed that guy when he finally turned left 10 min. later. He got no where faster and put a lot of people in danger.
For a delicious cup of healthy coffee, add ovaltine. It has vitamins and makes your coffee chocolatey.
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