Thursday, August 24, 2006
Dan and I were walking back, and right there on Route 30 in town, was a parallel parked couch.
Really, we couldn't even believe it.
Yesterday we also saw the Bimbo truck again. Ahh, the bimbo truck, good times.
That's all for now. Orioles game tonight!
Saturday, August 19, 2006
My neighbor is all flustered about this mini-drought we're having at home. He's all worked up about his lawn, and the brown-death tone it has.
So last week, he decided to take a sample of it and take it down to the local Lawn Services shop. At his request they did a full analysis of the sample and explained to him that the color and texture was due to lack of water. They then explained to him exactly how to water his lawn to get maximum results.
He came over the next day, and told all of this to my Mum.
"It's grass, Howard," my Mum explained. "Of course it will grow back. It does this all the time. It happens every year."
He is still all flustered about it.
"The lack of water is what is doing it," my Dad told him later. "Don't worry about it, it happens every year."
He's worrying about it. He's been watering like crazy.
Who does that? Who takees grass samples??!
Anyway, in full-force band camp until Tuesday.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Other than that it's been an uneventful weekend.
There is one peice of news I would like to share with the world. Former vice-president candidate John Edwards was in Pittsburgh last week with his continuing war against Wal-Mart. I quote from the article and from Mr. Edwards,
"We want every single consumer in America, every person in America, to know that if they walk into a Wal-Mart, that first of all their tax dollars are subsidizing Wal-Mart employees. Their tax dollars are helping provide health care for Wal-Mart employees, because Wal-Mart's not doing it. Their tax dollars are going to provide housing and food stamps for Wal-Mart employees... What is wrong with this picture?"
So that's just something to think about. At least someone is trying to publicly stop the tyranny and to inform the public. Hopefully this campaign will help. Germany got the best of Wal-Mart, as I read in Business Week:
Germany provided an expensive lesson in how not to enter a market. Wal-Mart underestimated German labor unions and local competitors such as Aldi. On July 28, Wal-Mart announced it will sell its 85 German stores to Dusseldorf based Metro.
No more Wal-Mart in Germany! Let's see if I can go the whole semester without going into a Wal-mart. I'm going to try. It will be hard - because it's the only store in town. But I'm going to try.
Friday, August 04, 2006
I got an e-mail with a picture of this in it (except even MORE life-like and authentic-looking). Without even reading the e-mail, I got irritated and was thinking, "These dang 'restart' things are useless and fugly and annoying." So I start clicking at it to try and move it out of the way before I realized it was a picture included in the e-mail.
So I decided to read the e-mail.
"When we do our software updates, you may recieve a box that looks like so.
[insert picture of above]
Please click restart."
Do I have any other options?
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Day five of house-sitting is nearing a close, and so far things have gone by pretty smoothly. Lana has been an angel. The fish have been marvelous. The plants are all watered. The house hasn't been burned down.
During my home-alone stay it quickly became apparent that the knowledge of several household chores have escaped me during my 20 years of life. I did a lot of dishes because I don't know how to work the dishwasher (and when I finally got ahold of my mom to ask her that question, she just laughed). I've been throwing my trash away in the dumpster because I don't know where new garbage bags are (as far as I knew, they were under the sink. Apparently not. And my parents have been unattainable for almost 48 hours. Alex says they're probably drunk and left for dead on some beach somewhere. Fabulous). I couldn't figure out how to get the wine-cork off of the wine-bottle opener (I never wanted some newfanged Brookstone wine bottle opener that has a kung-fu grip on wine corks. Named the Connoisseur’s Compact Wine Opener, might I add. I am not a connoiseur, and that thing is not compact. Give me the cheap $2 walmart POS that gets cork in your wine and I'm good to go). There are several other miscellanious items that are all written on a sheet on the counter, titled, "To Ask About Life When You Get Ahold Of Anyone".
Not to mention that it was hotter here due to the heat wave than at the beach they're at.
I've always liked being home alone. When you live with five other people and a dog, life is so busy and so crazy that most of the time it's impossible to escape any part of the chaos. So being at home alone is a nice alternative - for a little while. I got lonely so quickly that it's more than a little bit suprising. Dan came and kept me company up until just now. My house just isn't the same when it's so empty. I don't like it.
So we'll see. Other than minor technicalities, I'm doing okay.
Sorry for the short cut-off ending. I'm falling asleep, and I have to be at work early. Announcement on the beer contest winner tomorrow, so check back if you're interested.
Monday, July 24, 2006
This contest is to name Dan's latest brew, a hefeweizen. Any and all entries are due by Monday (7/31) at noon so the winner can be announced Tuesday (8/1).
For more information on what a hefeweizen is, please refer to this or this. Entries can be submitted via e-mail or via blog (just leave a comment).
The only entry so far is mine: A Tribute to Hugh, the Hefnerweizen
(well I thought it was creative)
Feel Free to forward send this to anyone who you feel would have a good idea. Thanks and have a lovely monday.
Sincerely, The Proud-to-be Ass Brewer of Bullet Brewing (I need a T-shirt or something).
Also I'll update this with entries (if we get any), so if you check back you can see the current competition.
1. A Tribute to Hugh: The Hefnerweizen
2. Bavarian Brew
3. 3rd Reich Weizen
4. Weizen Assen
5. Hefer-weizen: Drink it til the cows come home
6. Homer-Weizen: mmmm, beer.
7. Hoser-weizen: Wheat beer Eh?
8. Girls who have gone black will come back: Weissbeer
Saturday, July 22, 2006
I've never heard of anyone who needs one of those special text messaging plans, until now.
1500 text messages?? How is that possible?? That's roughly 25 messages per day.
I was laughing so hard. "Just shut up," she said to me.
"You can't be mad at me because I use my phone as a phone," I said. Oh, Alex, you're such a txt lush.
1500 text messages??
Her sound-notification thing for when she recieves a text message is "Get Low". Yesterday I got irritated and exclaimed, "Either turn your phone on vibrate or get a new song because I can't take it anymore." The song was constantly going off. Now, I can literally say, I've heard that song 1500 times.
1500 text messages?!?!
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Think about it.
You are driving in a car at a constant speed.
On your right side is a valley and on your left side is a fire engine traveling at the same speed as you.
In front of you is a galloping pig which is the same size as your car and you cannot overtake it.
Behind you is a helicopter flying at ground level. Both the giant pig and the helicopter are also traveling at the same speed as you.
What must you do to safely get out of this highly dangerous situation?
(Scroll down for answer.)
Get your drunk @$$ off the merry-go-round.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Sometimes it seems sad to me, almost like I'm wishing my life away. I keep looking at my watch and am like, hurry up and get here, August 18. But that's just how things are. Twenty years from now, I'll be thinking, "God, it's already July 17th." Right now, it's "It's only July 17th?" My parents are always telling me to not be so ancy, so impatient. They say it like that's so easy to achieve. It never is.
Last weekend was a crazy weekend of a family reunion of a family that isn't biologically mine. I met some crazy people (who fight with ice and baked beans, do the YMCA in underwear & assless chaps), some really amazing people (the ones who don't worry too much about ten years from now, and just take life as it comes), and the people who are just happy. I had a great time doing nothing and a stressful time doing everything. It was just one of those weekends.
It makes me sad to see how many people are so reliant on drugs for happiness. I'm not talking cocaine, I'm talking anti-depressants and all of those. I'm sure there is a portion of people who honestly benefit from their effects, but because of its excessive availability, sometimes I wonder if Americans are too focused on relying on the drugs. Often it seems to me that they lose all self esteem because their confidence lies in 300mg of pharmaceutical heaven instead of their real abilities. I've learned that happiness is never an easy road to achieve, but doing your best to make it there is worth infinitely more than the twice-daily-with-water route. Maybe I'm just crazy. But we'd all be a little better if we all increased our soul power.
All in all, I've been busy this summer, but happier than I have been in a really long time. Sometimes assless chaps make you realize what life is worth. Or maybe not.
I won an egg-toss contest though. That's self esteem right there.
Just a rant and rave. More later this week, hopefully.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Good luck to all the girls heading out to Gettysburg this weekend! Wish I could be there!
Will write more later!
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
I want to ride it
All night long
[on my motorcycle].
So Pittsburgh has completely lost its mind. Completely and entirely. 25-minute segments on the news about Ben. Radio shows have nonstop callers and continuous debates on the helmet debacle. Everyone has gone completely crazy.
“It’s a hit from some crazed Patriots fan,” original speculations were, as the driver of the van had a Maine license plate.
2nd avenue has been a tourist attraction for 48 hours. Lawmakers are considering revising the PA helmet law due to so much chaos. Frantic worries of the upcoming football season have crossed the western Pennsylvania mentality. Channel 4 had Action News Ben Watch last night.
Fans were putting on scrubs to sneak into Big Ben's operating room. And his recovery room. And his hospital room. Some are not leaving the front of the hospital until Ben leaves. Anything for a tailgate party (Would you expect anything less? "This here mullet is for Big Ben. This here beer is for Big Ben." We're just looking for another reason to drink).
I live in Pittsburgh, so I’m all swept up in the heat of the debate and over-analysis. It’s easy to get lost in the excitement. You kind of forget there’s more news in the world.
I began to wonder as to what the reactions of other cities were. So I checked out the newspapers of Boston, New York, Philadelphia, Denver, and Cleveland. Denver and Philly had respectable articles about the incident (and it was front page in Philly). The accident hardly got a mention in Boston. In New York you had to search for the article somewhere in the midst of the sports section to even hear about it.
Cleveland, however... Ohh Cleveland, and our lovely rivalry. I would like to quote from the article by Bud Shaw, entitled “Big Ben makes very big mistake”.
"Riding motorcycles, even without a helmet, is preferable to swimming with sharks after cutting yourself shaving.
Roethlisberger has that argument (and not much else) going for him.
What he can't say as he heals from serious injuries suffered in a motorcycle accident Monday, injuries that could compromise his season, is "Who knew?"
The Steelers' quarterback didn't have specific language in his contract prohibiting him from living out his "Easy Rider" fantasies. Or, judging by the souped-up Suzuki he was riding, his Evel Knievel fantasies. Browns tight end Kellen Winslow Jr. did.
What Roethlisberger had, though, was more than fair warning...
If athletes in general feel bulletproof, Roethlisberger must have thought himself bazooka proof. Maybe that's it. He'd won a Super Bowl in his second season, after all."
The article is pretty riveting in its hatred for Pittsburgh. I was a little appalled by how they portrayed the events, but whatever, it’s Cleveland, and that’s how the rivalries roll.
And then Rothlisberger’s replica helmet is going on eBay for over 5 grand. That’s right, over five grand. (Even got a mention on Sportscenter!)
Makes me wish I had the idea. That site is worth viewing just to read the questions asked to the seller. Hilarious.
For those who thought Cincinnati Bengals quarterback Carson Palmer displayed a childish attitude in Sports Illustrated a few weeks back when he proclaimed "I hate the Steelers," wait until they get a load of what some Bengals fans had to say in the moments after Ben Roethlisberger's motorcycle accident Monday...
A few Cincinnati fans said in their messages that it served Roethlisberger and the Steelers right because former Steelers defensive end Kimo von Oelhoffen, they contended, intentionally injured Palmer in an AFC wild-card game at Paul Brown Stadium in January.
"Irony, they cheap shot their way to a Super Bowl, now karma comes in," wrote a poster with the handle Spain.
"This is what I been waiting to see happen to the Steelers they all laughed at us when Carson went down. At least, Carson isn't [stupid] like Ben ... hopefully he might miss some time this season."
A poster with the handle flugel wondered: "who is wearing a bigger turban today? Bin Laden or Ben Ridin'?" Flugel also noted that "there's something about Steelers quarterbacks bouncing off hard surfaces that keeps this rivalry fun."...
Why do some football fans react in such a crazed manner in the wake of a potential tragedy?
The whole thing has gotten very childish and I wish I could move out for a day. Ugh.
Anyway, that’s the “live update” on Ben. Hope everyone else in the world has sustained normalcy.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
WARNING: This post is LAME, really awful, so don't read it unless you've honestly got nothing else to do.
Also, if you'd like to write a post about something exciting that happens to you, or something so completely boring that you can make it seem exciting, then please feel free to write it up and I'll post it. It's summer, we all have weird things happen, and lots of free time. Plus writing about nothing is theraputic!
Next up is a Nate story. Nate wanted to wear shorts to school one day, however the load of laundry containing all of his shorts was just put from the washer into the dryer. What do you do in the conundrum of wanting to wear shorts that are all wet? Obviously the simplest, most efficient, and most immediate drying solution is to put them on and then use the hairdryer all over them, and then miss the bus because you're hairdrying your pants. That's a great excuse to use to be late for school. Love being at home; things are never normal.
Next, try this if you're really bored: (I yelled at my best friend's boyfriend because I'm sexy and I DO WHAT I WANT!) (and then leave a message about what you are)
Pick the month you were born:
April--I dry humped
May--I choked on
July--I did the macarena with
August--I had lunch with
September--I danced with
October--I sang to
November--I yelled at
December--I ran over
Pick the day (number) you were born on:
7-------my cell phone
9-------my best friends boyfriend
11-------my science teacher
14-------a stuffed animal
20-------a baseball bat
25-------a football player
29-------a permanent marker
31-------A homeless guy
Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:
White------because im cool like that
Black------- because thats how i roll.
Pink--------because I'm NOT a homosexual.
Red---------Because the voices told me to.
Blue--------Because im sexy and i do what i want
Green------Because I hate myself.
Purple------Because Im cool.
Gray--------Because i was drunk
Yellow------Because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars
Orange----Because i hate my family.
Brown-----Because i was high.
Other-------Because i'm a ninja.
none------Because i cant control myself
Have a great day! Sorry this sucked.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Clearly, It's finals week.
You could play I spy with this stuff. Those are all my books...
And this is the uncleaned disaster I call a room...
This is a good one to play I spy with.
I spy a martini and some running shoes
A starfish and a mouse
That are both near tissues
I spy an outlet, and photos on the wall
It's clear that my room
Is the messiest of all.
Finals week is rough, as usual. Hard to believe that this time next week I'll be in the work force.
Here are a few things that have been very useful in procrastination.
First up, is an e-mail contribution from a reader:
Your encounter with Bimbo Sandwiches reminds me of when I was in a German Wal-Mart and came across these “Super Dickmann’s”!
Now, working for that company would have its obvious advantages.
PS: I wonder what makes them “Super”?
Gotta love it. Thanks, Budzik. Love the e-mails guys. So glad my posts are inspiring people to notice and send in weird things about the world.
Next up is an article Dan found online that he figured I would be interested in because I read a lot of publications and theories and works done by scientists. These gentlemen have done some extraordinary work in the research field by finding calculations that are very practical in today's world.
The final results of the experiment proved that there are 141 beers in a keg, which makes it about 50% cheaper than buying beers in the can. The article is hilarious. Please check them out.
Next we came up with this site, since Pabst was the quality beer of choice for the evening. This site is the best; it reviews everything. And I quote,
PBR must be Cold - icy cold, in fact. As it warms, PBR molecules tend to bond with ambient urine molecules in the atmosphere, making it taste like Brooklyn Pilsner.
PBR must be in Cans - aluminum is actually an important component of PBR’s flavor. Furthermore, it’s imperative that you crush each can against your forehead when it’s finished. This makes it easier to toss into the neighbor’s yard, and nobody has to worry about broken glass injuries.
PBR should be purchased by the Case – volume discounts, my Cheap friends. Keep several cases on hand, and make "Blue Velvet" your house brew. It’ll make you appreciate the other beers even more.
I love it.
This post was completely and entirely useless. But I'm a little bit slap happy and I'm a lotta bit exhausted so I'm going to use that as an excuse. Hope the week for everyone else is great! Loving this weather - hating the allergies!
Friday, April 21, 2006
Yet last week was the first time in awhile for something especially bizarre. Things have been relatively quiet on the weird and unusual front. Around 7:30pm (on a Friday night, mind you), Dan and I were driving to Hanover to look at suits for the formal. As we're driving down the road, we see a truck that was parked on the side of the street, that simply read, "Bimbo" (see photo) and had a sandwich and a happy looking bear on the front. Three times we circled around this thing just for a photo.
There are a lot of things awkward and weird about this. First of all, who would want to work for a company named Bimbo? Second of all, who would name a compay Bimbo? Third of all, what would make anyone think that a company named Bimbo would be respected?
"It's like a Seinfeld episode," I remarked to Dan.
"I can see that," Dan said. "Kramer would probably do something with them. 'I got a job driving for Bimbo!'"
We joked about it a little bit more, and then we got to the Hanover mall. We went inside, and all we hear is someone belting out really bad songs. It sounded like karaoke night.
Turns out, it was worse than karaoke night. About a million people were milled around this girl who was singing on a stage. The place was packed. The went through "Lady Marmalade," and many others of a random variety. Just as we were leaving the mall, she started to belt out "Redneck Woman" and the whole mall went berserk. Everyone started singing along. It was nuts.
Lastly, this is a picture I've been meaning to post for awhile. This was decorated on the stop sign by my apartment one day a few weeks ago. I thought it was funny.
Gotta love Vanilla Ice. Otherwise, nothing else is new! Loving this gorgeous weather. It's about all I've got. Finals in less than two weeks. UGH. Hope life is good where you're at!
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Are you looking for a girl who is charming, a non-bullshit major, hardworking, junk-food loving, dances at Sheetz with confidence while waiting for schmuffins, and has great taste in music? You may have thought all these ideals are impossible to find in one person, but trust me, we've got answers to your request.
Let's back up for a minute. We've all had bad relationships, bad hookups, and bad love experiences in general. Even if you're in the "dating since high school, gonna get married" situation, you've still had some kind of playground romance that you could kick yourself for. If you're currently in the singles dating scene you probably know all too well how easy it is to make a bad decision; the kind where you wake up one morning (or the next morning, in many cases), and simply exclaim, "What was I thinking?" Sometimes relationships are the kind of thing you'll remember fondly; more often it's the kind of thing you'd like brainwashed. Regardless, it's an experience of life anyway.
For one such veteran of the singles field, enough of the crap is enough. The same Chloe that you may remember from The Chloe Story has gotten tired of creepy dates, mamma's boys, people who smell (she doesn't actually date people who smell), and bad internet dating services. She's an amazing person with a great taste in music, loves to have a good time, and has all of the aforementioned qualities that any guy would love. So why is she ending up with so many bad dates?
The Chloe having fun at a party; the Chloe doing something weird with her tongue; and the Chloe at a football game (yes guys, she'll go with you to sports!)
Fortunately for Chloe, co-authors Liz and Carinne have come up with the solution for her with the new dating application that can be used for any girl who needs a dating application process. The Chloe Dating Application is the new requirement for any person requesting a date with a Ms. Chloe. Please fill out the forms in its entirety and reply with a picture attachment to TheChloeDatingShow@yahoo.com (it's legit! it's free! Give it a go just for fun!) The great part about this application is that it is not person specific! Our general questions can help any girl (or guy) find the person they are looking for.
Occupation:________________________ Annual Income:___________________
Height:_________ Eye Color:____________ Hair Color:___________
Date of last break-up:________ Are you over her? Yes/No Are you on facebook?____
Do you have a car? Yes/No Make/Model:_________________ License Plate:________
Religious Affiliation:________________ Rate commitment level to religion (1-10)____
How many speeding tickets have you had in the last year?
How often do you like to hook up?
Have you ever cheated? Have you ever been cheated on? If yes, give details
What is most expensive gift you’ve ever given?
What is your longest relationship?
Describe your political views:
Favorite class in high school and why:
What is your major? Future plans after graduation?
Do you like Seinfeld? What’s your favorite episode?
Have you ever been in love?
What’s the perfect date?
If you found a $100 bill and saw someone walk away, would you run up to them and give it back? What would you spend it on?
Would you ever make a scrapbook for a girl?
When do you take a girl home to meet your parents?
When do you take a girl home for extracurricular activities?
Have you had sex? If yes, please name partners and date of last STD test.
What is the plural of grilled cheese?
What is your favorite television show?
How is your relationship with your mother?
Have you ever been with a man?
Can you dance?
Are you willing to accept your flaws in dancing and sexual skills? Are you willing to be trained?
What bands do you listen to?
Do you have any tattoos? Piercings?
Any emotional/psychological problems?
Would you be willing to be examined by a psychiatrist?
Do you drink? Smoke? Do drugs?
Thank-you for your time; each response is catered to individually and will be replied to as examination deems necessary.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
TO: Mum [Bev], Dad [Ron]
FROM: parkca01 [Moi]
Subject: bizzee, bizzee.
See, the good thing about a 9-5 job is that it starts at nine and ends at 5. Everyone always says that the college kids have it so easy. Really, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. For me, usually, I’m up at 730 to go to the gym. Then I go directly to class from 9-12, and a one-hour lunch (sometimes. Usually only three out of the five days because I have seminars) before I have another class or lab at 110. If it’s a class, I get out at 230, and can do homework & shower until 5. If it’s lab I get out around 4 and then go directly to band (and I do not pass go, I do not collect my $200) until 5:15 (and we’re ALWAYS let out late). Usually then I have time to go to dinner for an hour until I have either another lab, a meeting, or a lecture to go hear. After that I usually spend another good 2-3 hours doing homework until I can finally spend a half an hour to relax before I’m just exhausted enough to fall asleep (lately, I can’t make it past 11:15 because I’m just so beat). And that’s on a day where I don’t have a test or an exam the next day – if I have an exam on the following day, then I’m lucky if I get 5 hours of sleep because the only time I have to study is late at night because my days are so filled. It’s been a little bit rough lately. I think you should send pizza & beer monay to the help Carinne’s sanity fund.
Love your favorite college student.
TO: parkca01, Ron
Subject:RE: bizzee, bizzee.
Well I have an 8-5 job. I have to get up at 6:15 to get the boys lunches made & out the door. I leave at 7:30 to catch the shuttle to get to work on time. If I’m lucky I get on the shuttle as soon as I get there, if I’m unlucky (like today) the effer pulls away as I am getting out of the car & walking towards it. Then I’m 15 min late. Work till 5, go wait for the shuttle to take me back to the lot. Today I get to go to the company store for Aunt Lynne & Uncle Michael for Steeler ketchup bottles. Home to clean up the house and do 2 or more loads of wash. Pick up the boys. Back to fold wash & chill until the whopping hour of 9:30 or 10 if I can handle it because I’m so beat. Don’t even get me started on weekends…..
P.S. I thought you had beer – AKA Sweet Sweet Lovin
P.P.S. I bet your Dad will send his favorite college student $$ anyhow.
Sent:Thursday, February 23, 2006 8:28 AM
Subject:Re: bizzee, bizzee.
To the overworked college student!
I am very dissappointed. The Pizza essay has a 500 word requirement and this only has 259!!
TO: Mum [Bev], Dad [Ron]
FROM: parkca01 [Moi]
Subject: RE: bizzee, bizzee.
Mu-um, make him do it.
TO: parkca01, Ron
Subject: RE: bizzee, bizzee.
ME!?! Make DAD do ANYTHING!?! You’re funny.
Sent: Thursday, February 23, 2006 9:28 AM
Subject: RE: bizzee, bizzee.
Wah wah wah, go cryin to you mudda!
Cell Phone Correspondance.
Carinne: I kicked ass on my presentation today. My professor even said it was exemplary.
Mum: I'll see about talking to your father about pizza & beer money.
Carinne's voicemail picks up.
Dad: You'll be glad to know I put $40 in your account for pizza money. Enjoy. But the 500 word essay is still required. I expect that on my desk by 5pm tomorrow.
I love my parents!!!
Friday, February 03, 2006
All day Saturday, Dan and I were getting ready for the party. We hit up the grocery store and I decided I wanted to get a bunch of balloons for the shindig. Turned out the grocery store price for a dozen balloons is equal to that of a dozen roses. So we hit up Rite-Aid.
"Excuse me," I said walking up to the counter. "But -"
""Hold on, I am doing something," the cashier replied. He wasn't doing anything, I swear. Not a darn thing.
"Okay, what," he finally said.
"Do you guys sell latex balloons?" I asked.
"Latex balloons?" He asked, looking confused. The man was older, but not older than latex.
"Yeah, like for a birthday party." I said.
"Yes, I think they're ten cents a balloon."
"Fabulous. Can I get a dozen?" I inquired.
He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "Well, do you have any balloons?" He asked.
I refrained from rolling my eyes, and replied, "I guess I'll go find some." I went back into the aisles of Rite-Aid, and found the balloons and returned to the cashier.
"Okay, here we go," I said. The man looked at the balloons and then smirked at me.
"But what about the ribbon?" He pursued. "If you don't have any ribbon then you won't have anything to tie them with and they're going to be flying everywhere."
I gave him a look, and again replied, "Well I guess I better go get some," and headed back into the aisles of Rite-Aid.
For the third time I returned to the counter. My lovely friend the cashier said, "Well, I guess we're ready to go then. But you have to tie the balloons. I'm not going to tie the balloons." I just kind of did my are you kidding me laugh and handed Dan the ribbon to cut so I could tie.
"And you're going to have to tell me when to stop with the helium," he continued. "Because if you put too much in, well, it'll pop, and then you're still going to have to pay for it." Was this guy for real? It was so hard not to just bust out laughing. I nodded and did the best I could to keep a straight face.
Finally, with the ribbon, balloons, helium, and a certified helium-balloon capacity filler watcher, we were able to finish the balloons. It turned out to be about half the price of that at the grocery store, but double the effort. Crammed with a truck full of balloons, Dan and I returned to campus.
A few hours later, Dan needed a money order. "Watch the only place we can go is Rite-Aid," I joked.
So two hours after the balloon incident, I found myself sitting in Dan's truck, in front of Rite-Aid, miserable and incredulous about the fact that we were again at Rite-Aid. Not once in three semesters have I ever gone in that store, and I would soon be entering it for the second time in one day.
We walked in through the doors, cool and nonchalant. I did a quick survey of the scene; no one to the right, an old lady reading some Valentine's cards, and [sigh of relief], a person I had never seen before at the counter.
Dan and I strolled confidently over to the counter where we needed to go, when BAM, out from behind an aisle, my favorite cashier rolled out like the stealth bomber.
"Aha! Did you pop any balloons?" He smirked.
I did the best I could to be as sweet as possible. "No, no they're all still perfectly in tact."
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Looking for inspiration, I contacted a few people and looked through some recipes, and these are some ideas for simple cooking. I can handle a lot, but with a low budget, it's sometimes hard to really get into. These are ideas that are easy, simple, and cheap. If you have anything, please either send it to me or comment with it so I can add it!
Quick Note: Ramen & Mac N Cheese: you can add pretty much anything to those and it will still taste good. You can get really experimental with ramen (as long as it's strained. Adding things like almonds & mandarin oranges are really good. You can do just about anything).
Suck Up Chicken, from Chef Alison of Allegheny College
Take a chicken breast, cook it in a frying pan with half a can of cream of mushroom soup and half a can of cream of chicken soup. Turns out amazing in ten minutes.
How easy is that?
Marco's Meatball Heaven
- Bag of frozen meatballs.
- Throw them in a skillet and fry them up.
- Once thawed out throw a can of Cream of Mushroom soup over top of them along with a 1/2 cup of water
- Let simmer for 5-10 mins.
- Side dish can be mashed potatoes/stove top stuffing and or Garlic bread.
The Garbage Can (This one came attached with pictures)
- A large empty container of 'Utz' pretzels.
- Lots of fruit juices.
- 2 Bottles of Rum and any other alcohol that you prefer.
- Long straws to drink out of OR purchase a turkey baster to administer the drink in a shot form.
Gretchen's Cheesy Sausage
1 lb of Bob Evans spicy sausage
1 lb of Bob Evans sweet sausage
1 lb of Velveeta cheese
1 pkg of cocktail bread
Brown the 2 lbs of sausage. Slice up the Velveeta and melt into the sausage once browned. Place bread on cookie sheet. Once the cheese is melted, place a spoonful of sausage on each piece of bread. Bake at 350 for 20 minutes. Enjoy!
The Lovely Liz Ware's Just Add Water Muffins
Buy a package of Just Add Water muffins (usually around 80 cents), and see the package for the rest of the instructions.
Homemade Cucumber Pickle Chips (one of my personal faves)
- Slice one cucumber into EXTREMELY thin slices
- Put it in a bowl and pour vinegar all over it, mix in some salt
- Chill, and eat
1 8oz pkg of cream cheese
1 can of small cocktail shrimp
1 bottle of cocktail sauce
Place block of cream cheese on a dish. Cover with shrimp and pour the cocktail sauce on top. Serve with crackers.
Kahlua (or Amaretto)
2oz instant coffee
5C Vodka or Rum
Simmer water, sugar, and instant coffee for 5-7 minutes. Cool, then add vodka/rum and vanilla.
For Amaretto, substitute 2oz almond extract in place of the vanilla.
P-Balls (my FAVE!)
1 Frozen Bread Dough
Thaw dough and slice it. Wrap a slice around a piece of pepperoni, making sure the dough covers all of the pepperoni. Cook on a greased sheet for 30 minutes at 350 degrees.
Also, you can add cheese or sauce into it, just make sure the roll is sealed, because otherwise it will explode everywhere.
Well, there you have it. These are what have been sent in, and what I found through my mom's recipes. Eat well everyone! And send me your ideas if you have any!
Skiing tomorrow, and Jersey on Sunday. Catch you guys later!