Milk Shouldn’t Be Chunky, Should It?

I realized today that I have a real problem finishing a half-gallon of milk before it goes bad. As I was emptying the chunky remains of the milk into my sink I realized that this is indicative of a couple of things. First would be how wasteful the whole situation was. I think the amount of milk that got tossed today was maybe two cups worth. That’s a lot of milk I could have used for other things including my own consumption either in recipes or just as a nice, cool, refreshing beverage. Which brings me to my second realization: I drink way too much soda. WAY too much soda. If I can’t finish off a half-gallon of milk before it goes bad but I can successfully finish a twelve pack of Diet Coke in a week something is out of whack.

I love Diet Coke. I find it refreshing. I find it wonderfully carbonated. I find its caffeine content to be extremely helpful in keeping migraines at bay. I find it extremely helpful in keeping me not faceplanting into my keyboard at work and falling asleep only to awaken with a serious case of keyboard-face. But somehow soda has encompassed my beverage consumption to the point where I cannot successfully drink an entire half-gallon before chunks begin to congregate in it. This concerns me.

Realistically caffeine will always have a place in my life because it is one of the few things that can help stem the tide of a full-blown migraine. What caffeine shouldn’t be is the primary beverage I reach for whenever I am feeling thirsty. Caffeine overall but soda in particular since I seem to be consuming an insane amount of it. I’ve decided I will need to scale back how much soda I am drinking and if at all possible eliminate it from my daily routine. I have gone through this process before so I know I can do it. Apparently I have a weak will though because I always seem to get back into the soda groove. Usually it starts with a week of migraines. For me, migraines can start with any number of triggers (e.g. stress, lack of sleep, smoke, chemical smells, and others). But if I have a bad week, it becomes very easy to sink back into that pattern of a soda here, a soda there. I think a good way to start will be to stop buying it. Not having soda in the house will greatly increase the chances of me successfully kicking the caffeine habit.

Sorry Diet Coke. Time for you and I to take a break. It’s not you – it’s me.

 

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Everybody Likes to Secretly Rock Out at Work – Don’t Lie

I’m hosting a zombie* gaming day tomorrow and I basically put off getting groceries and cleaning until this evening because I am that awesome. So after work I was pretty much forced into going for food unless I wanted to try and get all of my cleaning AND shopping done in the same day. Something you should probably know about me – I let gravity do my cleaning for me. In other words there is a lot of shit all over my apartment. To me it looks lived in. To others I would imagine that it looks a bit messy. Like, there are little paths to key areas of the living room level of messy.

But back to food shopping. I had made a list of things I wanted to purchase before leaving work because I hadn’t bothered to do so at home. You know, where the actual recipes are. Luckily I have made the taco dip and lasagna several times before so it was relatively easy to remember all of the ingredients. I had to go through the list a couple of times but eventually I was able to recreate the list of items necessarily to make each food item.

The way my grocery store is laid out puts the refridgerated and frozen items on the furthest wall from the checkout, non-perishables in the middle of the store, and then it ends with the fresh produce closest to the door. What I like to do is start in the back and work my way to the front so that by the time I’m near the door I have everything that I need. I know you’re supposed to get your refridgerated stuff last but whatever – don’t question the method. Trust the method people cuz it works.

Now every time I’m in the refridgerated area I am always peering around the milk and the sour cream for a ‘behind the scenes’ look at what is going on in the stocking area. Today I wasn’t really paying attention to that but was rewarded in spite of my inattentiveness. I had just finished grabbing the shredded cheese for my taco dip and headed over to the sour cream area when I heard the weirdest thing. At first I just thought it was from one of the other shoppers around me. But then I realized that it was some dude in the stocking area singing at the top of his lungs. Understand though that when I say singing I mean saying ‘Yeah yeah yeah’ over and over and over again extremely loudly. The singing was very much reminiscent of when a person really likes a song but doesn’t have a freakin’ clue as to what the lyrics are. So, in order to sing along, they have to just make noises or say random words in time with the beat of the song. I just stood there frozen with a pint of sour cream in my left hand and a smile on my face listening to this guy completely rock out. If only I could have seen him – guaranteed that he would have been head-banging, air-guitaring, totally absorbed in the moment. Nevertheless it was still hilarious. I know that if I think no one is watching and/or around to hear me the singing starts to increase in volume and there may even be some dancing. Maybe. I’m not actually confirming one way or the other. We’ve all done it. Worst thing ever though is when you are in full rock out mode and somebody walks in on you unexpectedly. Awkward!

*zombie gaming day: involves playing Left 4 Dead 2 and Resident Evil 5 whilst eating tons of junk food and drinking tons of soda. 🙂

The Rules of Stapling – updated

So from my last post The Rules of Stapling you know that I have successfully paid off my car. Well today I get home, check my mail, and find a check from the car company because I have apparently overpaid them for my car. For about half of a second wild thoughts of a $300 check danced in my head. But then I opened the envelope. Pay one and 0.42 dollars to the order of.  Seriously? I somehow managed to overpay by $1.42? Being me, I flipped the envelope back over to check the cost of postage. Apparently my car company had to pay $0.42 in order to send me this check for $1.42. Huh. Go figure. And I just realized that even if I cash this overpayment check I will not have enough to get a soda at work. That is so wrong.