Clearly this is no kind of sandwich at all.
I like the theme, but it doesn’t like the sandwich photo. I’m not sure what’s going on. Maybe I need to take more pictures of sandwiches.
Author: Tragic Sandwich
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What Kind of Ice Cream Am I?
You Are Rocky Road Ice Cream
Unpredictable and wild, you know how to have fun.
You’re also a trendsetter who takes risks with new things.
You know about the latest and greatest – and may have invented it!You are most compatible with vanilla ice cream.
Interestingly enough, this is actually correct.
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Separation Anxiety
For almost a year, J has been involved in a management training program at work. He’s had lots of meetings, a group project, a mentor, you name it. This weekend he also had an overnight retreat to wrap up the program (although there are a couple of months of work remaining).
That meant that yesterday morning I dropped him off so that he could take the charter motorcoach up to Lake Arrowhead. He and his group headed off for the mountains, and I went to a friend’s house to do some scrapbooking.
My scrapbooking efforts are never-ending. We don’t have children yet, but we do have a lot of photos. There are “daily life” photos from individual events (I’m caught up to 2004) and trips (as of yesterday, I’m working on the Caribbean cruise I took with my parents in 2002).
In addition, there are the historic family photos I inherited, which stretch back to the late 1800s. I refer to them as historic not because they have any larger significance, but to distinguish them from the more recent family photos. My mother pretty much abandoned scrapbooking in 1987–although even she was running behind. The last year that went into a book under her auspices was 1977. I’ve made my way into the early 1980s, so I’m making progress. But without a good work surface, it’s slow. I don’t get to my friend’s house very often–she doesn’t live nearby, and we both have busy schedules, particularly since she had a daughter–but I make a lot more progress at her home than I do at mine.
But then I came home to an empty (and with the weather, very VERY hot) apartment. J and I often go our separate ways during the day, but it’s very unusual for one of us to be away overnight. I think he’s probably been away a bit more than I have, because he and his dad have made a couple of hiking trips that required 1 a.m. departures. Those are rare, though, and their last trip of that sort was probably more than a year ago. I’m glad neither one of us has a job that requires lots of overnight travel.
I’m even more glad that he’ll be home tonight!
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A Food-Themed Post
To begin with, I should probably mention that the sandwiches in the new blog header were not tragic. They were from a friend’s birthday tea, and were delightful. In fact, this was the tea that introduced me to chicken-cranberry salad sandwiches, which were so good that they left me saying “Why haven’t I thought of that?” I’m sure everyone else has been eating chicken-cranberry salad for ages.
Also, I’ve obviously been playing with the blog theme and header. This probably will continue.
Today I had a blatant opportunity to act on my 29-Day Giving Challenge, and I took it. As I walked toward Whole Foods on my lunch hour, one of the guys who sits on the benches along Gayley Avenue and asks for money asked me for money. I said, as I do, “No, sorry,” at which point he says, “A cold drink?” I said, “Sure,” and he said something that I was reasonably sure was “Snapple.” That’s when I recognized him as the guy who has specific requests when it comes to food. But I’m always happy to give people food, and a cold drink of any sort seemed like an extremely reasonable request when the temperature is in the 90s. Fortunately, it turns out that Whole Foods does in fact sell Snapple.
Both of us have been tired all week, so for the second time in four nights, we’re ordering pizza from our favorite local place–The Coop. It’s a tiny storefront with no seating, and they only take cash. However, they do deliver, and they make excellent pizza. It has a thin-ish crust with a sauce that is exactly the right degree of spicy, and it’s delicious when topped with our choice of pepperoni and Canadian bacon. The downside is that it often takes a long time, because the place is so small (tonight’s wait is 75 minutes, for example). But it’s worth it, particularly since it means that they’re getting lots of business. It’s one of the places I’m really going to miss when we move. But I still want to move.
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Ah hah!
I found how to import the posts from my previous blogs, which means that they are all now here. This is a relief, because in particular I was hoping to retain my previous posts about our trips and eating adventures. And now they’re here!
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Counterproductive
Question on this morning’s oatmeal packet: What was the famous artist, Michaelangleo’s first name?
Answer: You win, Stupidity. You win.
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The Spirit of Giving Continues
I came up with something: I made a donation to AmeriCares to help victims of the cyclone in Myanmar. It doesn’t seem very personal, but then again, how is it less personal than my Goodwill or library donations? I suspect that over-thinking this process will just get in the way. And the money certainly is needed much more than my VHS tapes are.
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Wow.
I really am not good at this giving thing. Hmm . . . I’m tucking in all of the yarn ends on a baby blanket that I made for our office manager’s new baby seven months ago. Does that count? Probably not, since it’s unlikely that I’ll get it finished, wrapped, and to the post office before closing time. Maybe it’ll count for tomorrow.
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Falling Down on the Job
Not literally. First of all, I didn’t fall down. Second, I was busy all day doing my actual job. But I’m so tired, and was so focused on doing what I needed to at work, that I completely forgot to give anything away. Not even a pen. I’ll have to double up tomorrow.
