Wanting something (healthy) to snack on, I was looking forward to the sweet orange juicy wedges. The round orange colored fruit bearing the name fitting it’s description looked non-threatening on the surface. The skin of the orange was lightly dimpled, as expected. There were no apparent scars, marks or dents.
I grabbed my Chef Tony Miricle Blade filet knife – and cut it in half. I may never eat oranges again.
This ain’t your mama’s fake fruit. I don’t like it.
I do not like my fruit to be coated in wax, even if I do understand it’s purpose. (you will too once you read the linked article.) Even some Organic produce are – coated in wax. Since I wash my fruits and vegetables thoroughly before eating them (as I discussed in a post earlier this month), The wax is pretty easy to get rid of.
Another thing that I find discouraging is the stickers these companies are putting on the fruit. Granted, this too is easily remedied. I can either select pieces that do not have the sticker (if I am lucky), OR I can just peel them off.
Simple enough, right?
Wrong. Some genius put the stickers on the tomatoes BEFORE waxing them. That took brains.
Everywhere I go, I see people walking around with phones stuck to their heads. I am pretty sure that the majority of them are not talking about anything incredibly urgent. I have also noticed quite a few of them make it a point to talk at a high enough volume that everyone notices that they are spcecial and have a mobile phone.
I have a mobile phone. I am special too. I don’t walk around talking on the thing as if I were trying to gain recognition and publication in the Guiness Book of World Records for “The Most Obnoxious and Annoying Living Person” category.
As if that isn’t bad enough, some of them are endangering the lives of the general public by talking on them while driving down the freeway. Most of them can barely drive safely without distractions, but they carry on conversations, and worse: dial the phone while traveling 75-80 miles an hour. (Who needs to actually SEE the road anyway?)
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Oh boy what a great day… one which I will be paying for tomorrow, I am sure. I had a healthy breakfast; with oat bran flakes (organic), fresh strawberries (very sweet and organic), and cantaloupe (of a questionable pesticidiness level-although it was also sweet and tasted fine).
For Lunch (this is where it gets good… or bad depending on your view): I had Wendy’s! I ate a spicy chickON sandwich (which was really good, even with the mayonnaise), and I ate the french fried potatoes too (yes, I really did.) With a (non-diet) Coke. It was the best ever, and kudos to Wendy and her staff for serving it in such a high quality state. I ate this in the car on the way to the Apple Store (remember iBob?). After the Apple Store had nothing I needed (specifically iKlear spray cleaner), I went to the massive electronics store and purchased it there. I also had a Soy Latte – which for a change was made correctly with no added syrup.
For Dinner, I consumed a Marie Callendar’s Chicken Pot Pie (crust and all, it was quite tasty). Now, I am craving a nice steamy cup of coffee and possibly some fruit or ice cream (no sugar added in that, because it is what I have in the freezer)… Tomorrow, I have to consume fruits and vegetables, and eat fish for dinner in an attempt to redeem my pancreas’s respect.
My boss came into work yesterday sounding congested and miserable. Later on the same morning I noticed an arrangement of vitamins and other pills on his desk. He was miserable. He went home early.
But that isn’t the problem; the problem isn’t that he has a cold, but that he brought it to work to share with the rest of us.
The problem is, should anyone feel like sh!t sometime next week and attempt to call out and take a sick day – he will act like they have asked him for a kidney. The problem is also that – over the next few weeks, we will be passing variations of this cold around – and around – and around again. Will he see it as his fault when the rest of us become sniffly and achey over the next week or two?
Of course not.
Why are people so inconsiderate!?
It’s hard to eat healthy when you’re picky about food appearance. 
Food manufacturers go through great lengths to ensure the uniformity of their prized product. 
Nature, for the most part, has way too much to do and other things to monitor than quality moderation of her products. This leaves the agricultural engineers and the produce department managers in charge of Quality Assurance.
Where do they often fail? They don’t care if they aren’t going to be the person eating it. Weather, grazing animals, untimely pre-or-post maturity picking, and the high cost of fresh produce – these things all affect my ability to find, purchase and consume product that meets my expectations of QUALITY.
It’s not that I am afraid to try to sleep; it’s just that I know that once I do fall asleep, it will not last. I’ll be wake in two hours or maybe three IF I am lucky.
Once I’m awake, I will have trouble falling asleep again. The good news is, I had a headache today. It migrated from above my left eye to above my right eye, volleying back and forth throughout the day.
How is that good news, you ask? Allow me to explain, once again, how it works. My weird sleep cycle runs on about a five or six week interval. It ends and begins on the same night/day. It ends/begins when I am so tired that I pass out from complete exhaustion and sleep 6-8 hours (sometimes 9). During the nights that follow, I sleep an average of 6 hours a night for about 7-10 nights, and then it begins to taper off and I sleep less– and less every night until I am averaging 2 hours a night. Then I get the headache. That is when I know that the end/beginning is a night or two away.
I know that after the mild ping-pong headache I had all day, that by Tuesday night I’ll be sleeping a semi-normal length of time. I just have to make it through the weekend.
