When Laurel is working at night I have to make my own dinner. Which might not seem that exciting, but I’ve gotten so spoiled with her awesome cooking that I feel like I have to step it up when I’m alone. I take it as a challenge to use the things that are around the house. You may have noticed that in this post. Tonight I opened the freezer and two things were staring back at me….
Chicken and Waffles
It was delicious.
I would say that 95% of cheap sunglasses make you look like Tom Cruise’s retarded brother. But every once in a while you find that magical 5% that are both cheap and cool and also don’t fold like their made of solder when you have them in your pocket. It makes you feel good every time you look in the mirror and you see yourself looking slightly cooler and know that you didn’t spend an inappropriate amount of money on these things. I’m sure my optometrist friend would tell me that they aren’t protecting my eyes from all types of radiation. But the sticker on them did say that they block UV A & B rays… so until they discover C rays, I’m good.
Rule one of my “New rules for cheap things” is
So I bought 2 pairs.
They have a website, where you can’t actually by anything. I think it’s more for retailers to find out about the line. But hey, if I’m going to tell you about the virtues of a $11 product I can at least tell you what it is.
StyleScience “Contour” – Bought at CVS Pharmacy in DC $10.99
4 out of 5 Schus
van no. 32 (green and yellow), originally uploaded by Orrin.
Yesterday Laurel called me because her car (1994 Saab 9000) wouldn’t go into drive at a red light. She shifted into reverse and back to drive and it started again. Turns out that her transmission fluid was low. But it got me thinking about having to buy a new car if Laurel’s starts to die.
My first car was a 1987 Chevy Van 20 that had been the family van for about 10 years before it was passed down to me. This meant that I was ‘The Van Guy’ for all my friends. I drove them around and I carried lots of crap around with me. So I have a special place in my heart for vans. Aesthetically I just like their shape, they’re like the rounded-rectangle tool of vehicle design. But they do have sort of a stigma among the ‘Normal non-van owning people’ that the people inside them may either be pedophiles or just crazy people living inside them. Part of me wants a sweet airbrushed mural on the side, but that may be taking it too far.
Is my desire to own a sweet custom van greater than my desire to fit in with normal society? We’ll have to see!
Have you ever had one of those days… where everything goes right?
I know, people usually remember the opposites, but I guess the small things make me happy. I didn’t have a whole day, but I did have an amazing little stretch last night. I was meeting Laurel at her work before I went to play basketball with Travis and Nigel. When I turned right out of my street the car almost died because it was almost out of gas. Which happens a lot because there’s not a gas station that’s not located on the opposite side of a long light around me… and I’m a lazy bastard. So anyway the guy behind me almost runs into me because I’m going a little slow and then he gives me the brights… and I proceed to give him the finger… and the slow down… and the eat me… and pretty much just flip out. So this is how my good luck starts, with anger.
I get to the gas station, fill up, then decide to take care of my low air pressure in the tires. After filling those bad boys up I thought, well I still have a minute or so left from the air machine I might as well try to fill up this flat basketball, without using a needle… and a couple seconds later it’s done… I didn’t even know that was possible.. but it is. It’s like I’ve been lied to my entire life… all you have to do is lick the needle hole and then press down flat and hard. This is a fact that the air needle industry doesn’t want you to know! So after this little detour I’m a little late so I get going and on the way there I hit 5 or 6 green lights in a row. This includes two times when I was sure I was making a wrong turn only to come out in exactly the right place. So after a quick kiss from Laurel I was out playing basketball in Alexandria. Where I felt good, made a few open jumpers, and shockingly… I can still dunk.
(Bill Walton voice) – THROW IT DOWN BIG MAN!
It just surprises me how little it takes to make my day.
On my last trip to Costco I picked up a large package of Campbell’s Healthy Select – Italian style wedding soup. Ignoring a pet peeve of mine about eating what amounts to celebration food everyday. I like Italian wedding soup, meatballs, little pieces of pasta, broth, cilantro, whatever else is in it… what could be better. Well ‘choice’ you make in being healthy seems to be abandoning your taste buds in favor of your waistline. But I’ve discovered the universal equalizer in diet food, Sriracha hot sauce. This bland healthy soup not becomes a blazing hot pho-like soup.
As for those little guys in the background… Well I’d like to tell you that I had some grand master plan for those. But really it’s that I started cooking the hot dogs when I realized that I didn’t have any buns. But like most great discoveries in human eating, this has brought a great advancement in man-food. I have discovered a way to eat a hot dog on a piece of bread without it rolling off or the bottom of the bread cracking. I know, just let that sink in for a while. All you have to do to recreate this einstein moment is… put the bread on a plate, then the hot dogs on it, then balance a slice of cheese on it. microwave for 30-45 seconds. the cheese glues the dogs to the bread, wrapping them in a delicious blanket of security.
Schu-Review : 4 out of 5 Schus
This is what happens when you leave me to make my own dinner. I fear for my future children when Laurel leaves me home with them for the night. They had better get used to spicy things!