Cooking class started on Tuesday. I’m really excited about it and I found myself looking over the syllabus with a strange glee. Why strange? I thought my passions were more on the eating side of the food spectrum and way less on the making it.
The teacher is incredibly full of himself. When the ‘let me take a moment to tell you a little about myself’ lasts 40 minutes and can be summed up with ‘I think I’m the greatest’ - it’s a problem. He was sure to let us know several times that he was religious. I wanted to let him know that being religious means you believe IN God, not that you believe you ARE one.
Despite my excitement, I struggled to stay awake. Our bedroom ceiling fan has recently started sounding like a kazoo playing March of the Bees (or maybe the Dora the Explorer theme song, I’m just not sure)… loudly. I’m a light sleeper so it keeps me up all night. I would ask Chris to fix it but finding time between full time school, full time work, and remodeling a bathroom, it isn’t in the cards. Where’s a landlord when you need him!!??
Chris is showing an excitement about school too… but hardly for the same reasons. He was hit on by a 17 year old anorexic in training. I gave him a hug hello when he came home from school last night and could smell the cologne he doesn’t even wear for me anymore. Hmm. Someone’s interested in impressing the ladies!
You know what? We aren’t permitted to wear rings in cooking class because of the danger of bacteria getting into the settings. All I have to say to Chris is this… GAME ON BUDDY!
I went to see my doctor before school on Tuesday. I really think they should have you fill out a checklist before getting on the scale and it should look like this:
Long hair - ½ pound
Shoes – ½ pound
Clothes – 1 pound
Just ate a big meal – ¾ pound
Drank lots of water – ½ pound
You thought the new ‘veggie’ chips were healthy and downed the whole bag – 8 pounds
(turns out… fried potatoes are veggies too)
They should let you check off all that apply and subtract that from what you weigh.
Maybe then I’ll actually weigh what I tell Chris I weigh.
‘I’m 110 honey I swear!’
I’m on to you 17 year old anorexic in training….
Sure you may ACTUALLY weight 110, but on technicalities… I’m right there with ya.
AND… for all who are interested – Mike is out fighting fires in LA. He had to drive 8 miles to get cell service and tell us he was OK. He’s currently on the front lines and defending structures. But don’t feel too bad, he sleeps in an air-conditioned trailer.
A little prayer for his safety would be nice if you don’t mind.
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Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Personal Goal #1…
Yesterday Chris was approached by his boss and asked to prepare a list of his personal, financial, and business goals for his upcoming review.
When Chris excitedly told me about his upcoming review – excited because generally reviews are accompanied by raises (whew) – I asked him if he would like me to tell him what his goals are since I'm the one who decides them.
I don’t think he thought that was very funny.
But I prepared an outline and I’ll have the rough draft completed by this evening.
After work yesterday, Chris had to see a school counselor to review the classes he needs for admission to SDSU next fall. The counselor advised him to take 16 units this fall, 14 next spring, and 3 units over this summer.
‘But we’re nearly halfway through July!’ I baulked, ‘When does she expect you to take this ‘Summer’ class!?!?’
‘Yesterday?’ He cringed.
He had to crash the class last night.
4 rough weeks lay ahead of him. So much for my bathroom ever being finished.
Like grams said, ‘There’s always a garden hose!’
This morning he got up early, shaved, put on a nice shirt, and sprayed himself with cologne.
‘Who are you trying to impress? Is there a cute girl in your class or something? Is that why you’re taking it?’ I asked.
‘Psh. I wouldn’t stay in this class for A girl. There are LOTS of cute girls!’ He said with a huge smile.
Apparently he’s still bitter about my ‘I make your goals’ comment.
I signed up for three culinary arts classes:
Basic Skills
Wines of the World
Realities of Nutrition
I’m still on the fence about the Realities of Nutrition class though…
I’m not sure I’m ready for someone to tell me that my daily supply of Ding Dongs, Ho Ho’s, and Hershey Toffee Nuggets are bad for me.
When Chris excitedly told me about his upcoming review – excited because generally reviews are accompanied by raises (whew) – I asked him if he would like me to tell him what his goals are since I'm the one who decides them.
I don’t think he thought that was very funny.
But I prepared an outline and I’ll have the rough draft completed by this evening.
After work yesterday, Chris had to see a school counselor to review the classes he needs for admission to SDSU next fall. The counselor advised him to take 16 units this fall, 14 next spring, and 3 units over this summer.
‘But we’re nearly halfway through July!’ I baulked, ‘When does she expect you to take this ‘Summer’ class!?!?’
‘Yesterday?’ He cringed.
He had to crash the class last night.
4 rough weeks lay ahead of him. So much for my bathroom ever being finished.
Like grams said, ‘There’s always a garden hose!’
This morning he got up early, shaved, put on a nice shirt, and sprayed himself with cologne.
‘Who are you trying to impress? Is there a cute girl in your class or something? Is that why you’re taking it?’ I asked.
‘Psh. I wouldn’t stay in this class for A girl. There are LOTS of cute girls!’ He said with a huge smile.
Apparently he’s still bitter about my ‘I make your goals’ comment.
I signed up for three culinary arts classes:
Basic Skills
Wines of the World
Realities of Nutrition
I’m still on the fence about the Realities of Nutrition class though…
I’m not sure I’m ready for someone to tell me that my daily supply of Ding Dongs, Ho Ho’s, and Hershey Toffee Nuggets are bad for me.
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Why do I always have the urge to pee at the most inappropriate times?!?!
Long one. Ignore if you will.
Chris and I have been taking a History Class together and so far, it hasn’t been the most enjoyable experience. The teacher is interesting but the work load is a bit steep. Last night was the third week of class and we were already due to turn in our SECOND paper.
Of course, Chris did not start the above mentioned paper until 5 PM… our class is at 7 PM. I figured he was running late so the night before I wrote an outline for him to expedite the process. It’s not cheating right? All I wrote was the outline…the conclusion…the supporting evidence…and some of the body. That was totally it. Nothing else.
OK fine! I felt bad! The poor guy has been working unspeakable hours and has even been working weekends. Sunday was his only open day but it was SuperBowl Sunday and we stopped by church to see God. You can’t get mad at a guy for seeing God or appreciating the fine art of football!
While Chris was writing a sentence or two in his paper, I ran off to grab dinner to bring back. I went to McDonalds – it was the closest food place, give me a break! If it makes you feel better I’ll put a bumper sticker on the back of my car that reads ‘Future Fatty’. So anyway, I pulled in line… behind TWO suburbans! Nothing says, ‘Car full of kids with ever changing minds’ like Suburbans. And I was stuck behind TWO!! When I finally made it up to the menu I ordered slowly and clearly. I threw in a ‘thanks so much’ and a ‘perfect, exactly right’ because everyone knows you HAVE to be nice to fast food people, otherwise you get a side order of spit. No thanks.
They still got the order wrong but it seemed otherwise spit free.
We ran to class and surprisingly made it on time.
An hour and a half later, the teacher released us for a short break. Chris and I usually stand around and make fun of the other students. It’s community college, it’s full of ‘interesting’ people! 10 minutes after class resumed, I realized that perhaps I should have used the restroom during the break. That McDonald’s extra large coke wasn’t working out so well with my kid sized bladder. Unfortunately my husband likes to sit in the front row. Also unfortunate, the door is at the back of the class. Even more unfortunate, I picked yesterday to wear an extremely loud pair of heels.
Needless to say, that hour and a half nearly killed me.
Is it summer yet?
Chris and I have been taking a History Class together and so far, it hasn’t been the most enjoyable experience. The teacher is interesting but the work load is a bit steep. Last night was the third week of class and we were already due to turn in our SECOND paper.
Of course, Chris did not start the above mentioned paper until 5 PM… our class is at 7 PM. I figured he was running late so the night before I wrote an outline for him to expedite the process. It’s not cheating right? All I wrote was the outline…the conclusion…the supporting evidence…and some of the body. That was totally it. Nothing else.
OK fine! I felt bad! The poor guy has been working unspeakable hours and has even been working weekends. Sunday was his only open day but it was SuperBowl Sunday and we stopped by church to see God. You can’t get mad at a guy for seeing God or appreciating the fine art of football!
While Chris was writing a sentence or two in his paper, I ran off to grab dinner to bring back. I went to McDonalds – it was the closest food place, give me a break! If it makes you feel better I’ll put a bumper sticker on the back of my car that reads ‘Future Fatty’. So anyway, I pulled in line… behind TWO suburbans! Nothing says, ‘Car full of kids with ever changing minds’ like Suburbans. And I was stuck behind TWO!! When I finally made it up to the menu I ordered slowly and clearly. I threw in a ‘thanks so much’ and a ‘perfect, exactly right’ because everyone knows you HAVE to be nice to fast food people, otherwise you get a side order of spit. No thanks.
They still got the order wrong but it seemed otherwise spit free.
We ran to class and surprisingly made it on time.
An hour and a half later, the teacher released us for a short break. Chris and I usually stand around and make fun of the other students. It’s community college, it’s full of ‘interesting’ people! 10 minutes after class resumed, I realized that perhaps I should have used the restroom during the break. That McDonald’s extra large coke wasn’t working out so well with my kid sized bladder. Unfortunately my husband likes to sit in the front row. Also unfortunate, the door is at the back of the class. Even more unfortunate, I picked yesterday to wear an extremely loud pair of heels.
Needless to say, that hour and a half nearly killed me.
Is it summer yet?
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