Mustard grossness

I just really need to express right now my hatred for the tiny piece of dried mustard on the tip of the bottle. You know when you use it and put it in the fridge there’s that little bit of mustard left on the end that dries into an unrecognizable crusty yellow thing. Its like a circle of mustard grossness.

I make every effort to make sure I don’t eat the mustard crusties. I have to pull it off before I squeeze out the mustard so it doesn’t end up on my food. I need a t-shirt. “think before you squeeze” and it would have a little mustard nozzle with the crusty piece on it. Ew.

See also:  spoon crap

Spoon crap

I hate it when the dry powdery hot chocolate mix or coffee creamer gets on the handle part of the spoon where it meets the drink. It’s always just low enough to get sticky powder stuck to it but too high to get it mixed all the way in.
It gets kind of gooey looking and that really bothers me.

See also:  Mustard grossness

The Bomb

I did not realize until this morning that there was nothing to eat for breakfast

I scrambled eggs but there was no milk so they were not very good

Once at school, I realized there was a crowd outside.

“Whats going on?” someone asked me and I said “I don’t know.”

I tried to go inside but the cop stopped me and told me they evacuated the building.

They told someone else that “If it is what they say it is then we are all dead anyway”

I thought that was a terrible thing for a cop to say and thought he needed a day off.

Ten minutes later they announced that half of the building was safe.

I decided not to go inside.

Then I thought about coffee.

Parking at Panera was horrible and I had to park next to the dumpster.

The line was long but I got in and ordered a coffee and soup.

I told the guy at the counter about the bomb. He was really nice.

Once I started eating, I realized the internet at Panera was not working.

That made be pretty seriously annoyed but at least the soup was good.

So I packed up my things and went back to school where nobody knew what I was talking about when I asked them about the bomb.

So I just wanted everyone to know that there was a Bomb and it ruined my day.

And we are out of milk.

About New Shoes

Let it be known that I hate wearing new shoes.

They’re too shiny and clean and new. They look much better after being worn for a while. A few scuff marks and dirt makes them much more appealing to me.

Besides new shoes aren’t even comfortable. After you wear them for a while they form to your feet and are much better. The ones I have now squeak because the soles are too clean.

I would say the optimum shoe-worned-ness would be at or around three months. Yep, that’s when they’re nice and comfy and they bend where your toes are nicely and don’t cut into you and don’t make blisters anymore where they rub. By then the white laces are more grey and the soles have some gum and debris on them to make them less noisy as you walk.

I have the hardest time making myself wear new shoes when i buy them because I hate it so much. I feel selfconcious and I have to keep stareing at my shoes hating how new they look.

I love the first time I look down and see the first scuff mark. It’s very satisfying. Almost like a victory. Maybe I should rub my new shoes into the concrete a few times when I buy them.

Either way, I hate new shoes.

Ramen

Some how Ramen tastes better with chopsticks.

Seven

Seven is the most inconvenient number. It is the only two syllable, single digit number. The first six numbers are only one syllable, allowing the word to roll off your tongue effortlessly. But seven… what a bother.  One cheeky little number thinks it can disrupt the flow of things.

How rude.

Deadly wee ninja

deadly wee ninja,
originally uploaded by cassyjo.

wee ninja with his weapon of choice: a yarn needle. duh.

wee ninja

wee ninja,
originally uploaded by cassyjo.

I crocheted this little guy while i was at the parents’ for Christmas. I found the pattern online but changed the arms. I like these better. Hes vicious with a yarn needle and stealthy as a snake. He also enjoys fishing and an occasional bubble bath.

Living life on the wold side

Some times I don’tcheck my blind spot when I change lanes.

My heart jumps a little. It’s my mini-rebellion. And you can’t stop me. >:)

Ahh.. the Stingray Shuffle!

Ok so I’m not a fan of email forwards but this one hit too close to home. Now I miss Florida again. I think part of me always will. And yes.. it’s all COKE!

You Might Be Floridian if…

“Down South” means Key West.

“Panhandling” means going to Pensacola.

You think no one over 70 should be allowed to drive.

Flip-flops are everyday wear.

Shoes are for business meetings and church.

No, wait — flip-flops are good for church, too, unless it’s
Easter or Christmas.

Sweet tea can be served at any meal.

An alligator once walked through your neighborhood.

You smirk when a game show’s “Grand Prize” is a trip or
cruise to Florida.

You have a drawer full of bathing suits, and one sweatshirt.

You get annoyed at the tourists who feed seagulls.

All the local festivals are named after a fruit.

A mountain is any hill 100 feet above sea level.

You know the four seasons really are: almost summer, summer,
not summer but really hot, and Christmas.

It’s not soda, cola, or pop — it’s coke, regardless of
brand or flavor: “What kinda coke you want?”

Anything under 95 is just warm.

You’ve hosted a hurricane party.

You go to a theme park for an afternoon and know when to get
on the best rides.

You understand the futility of exterminating cockroaches.

You can pronounce Okeechobee, Kissimmee, and Withlacoochee.

You understand why it’s better to have a friend with a boat
than have a boat yourself.

You were eight years old before you realized they made
houses without pools.

You’ve worn shorts and used the A/C on Christmas.

You know what the “stingray shuffle” is and why it’s
important!