The sun is shining today. It felt fantastic on my skin as I walked downtown today. I love early spring sunshine. That is all.
I’ve been trying to eat healthy food for a while now. Like since we moved to China more or less. Sometimes the only comfort food in China was potato chips, so I indulged. But for the most part, we ate healthy food in China.
Once we were back, I decided that we should really step it up and eat healthy food. So we began eating fruits on a daily basis, packing our lunches, and eating dinners at home. Also, we decided not to keep junk food at home and avoid fast food restaurants as much as possible. It has been fantastic! We are much healthier due to our changed eating habits and exercising.
However, my downfall is always Meijer Kettle Cooked BBQ chips. They are so delicious! I prefer them to name brand kettle cooked chips. I could eat them all day long. Sadly, I have been known to eat an entire bag in a day. 😦 Given this tendency, I don’t often buy these chips, or even really shop at Meijer. One must avoid temptation as much as possible, right?
The other night, I was craving them, so I bought some. I’m proud of myself because the vast majority of the bag is still sitting on the top of the refrigerator untouched. They were so good. I’m going to miss them when I move to Portland.
What is your favorite kind of chips?
Tonight’s post with be quite brief since I’m hanging out with out-of-town friends.
On our drive over to Kent, OH this afternoon, John and I stopped at Panera to split a sandwich for lunch. His favorite sandwich is the Bacon Turkey Bravo, so we decided to split it. It was delicious (after I took the tomato off)! Loved it so much! Splitting a sandwich was a fantastic idea. 🙂
“What color is that? Is it red?”
“Well yes, it’s called ruby red.”
This is how my friend greeted me today when she saw my hair as I walked into our local coffee shop, Grounds for Thought. I’ve always had reddish hair, from red hair when I was two to the reddish brownish color that naturally spirals out of my scalp now. I love it; having curly red hair is exciting because it reveals my personality even when I wear dark v-necks and jeans (which is my typical and favorite choice of outfit). I can’t tame my hair; it almost symbolizes my desire for freedom and uniqueness.
Anyway, though my hair is naturally considered red, I like to enhance its redness from time to time. Usually I pick a natural color, and no one really notices that I dyed it. However, when debating hair color at Walmart the other night, I finally opted for the edgy color (something I’ve wanted to do for quite a while now). I picked ruby red, and I couldn’t be happier with it. It is funky and fun.
To keep with the red theme of the day, I decided to order a raspberry Italian soda tonight. It is quite delicious, but before I tell you about it, I must first divulge that I have recently discovered that I love raspberries. I’ve never minded them in the past, but I also would never choose raspberry if other flavors were offered. However, for some bizarre unexplainable reason, I have begun to adore raspberries recently. I even seek them out and choose raspberry when flavors are offered. A few nights ago, when debating what fruit to buy, I chose raspberries and proceeded to eat the entire container while watching TV with John. This new love astounds me, but I quite like it. Raspberries are delicious.
Now onto the raspberry Italian soda. It is so good. The raspberry flavor is sweet, but not so sweet that it is overpowering in its sweetness. Drinking a raspberry Italian soda is refreshing after a long day. It quenches my thirst and brings happiness to my soul. What more could a beverage do?
What is your refreshing beverage of choice? Or what crazy color would like to dye your hair?
I have a rather embarrassing confession.
Despite being a graduated English major, I’m not entirely sure how many of the words I use on a daily basis qualify as slang.
I know, it is horrifying. I’m pretty sure horrifying isn’t slang. But perhaps my use of the word “pretty” to mean “fairly certain” is slang? Hold on… I’ll look up the definition of slang.
Slang, according to the dictionary on my Macbook, is a “type of language that consists of words and phrases that are regarded as very informal, are more common in speech than writing, and are typically restricted to a particular context or group of people”.
Ok, so my use of “pretty” may or may not be slang. I wrote it, but only because I am using an informal tone in this blog. I would never use it like that in any academic writing. Is it slang? I’ll leave it up to you to decide.
Let’s move on to legitimate slang words that I love to use.
- I will probably always use “pop” instead of “soda” or “soda pop”. I’m from the Midwest, where we call it “pop”.
- I also use variations of the phrase “to be open” quite often.
- I commonly greet people (usually while texting) with “what’s up?”.
- I’ll say that I’m “pumped” when I mean “excited”.
- “Crazy” and “pretty” can both mean “very” to me.
Ok, I’m sure there are many, many more slang words I use on a daily basis, but I’m blanking on them at the moment. Like I said earlier, it’s embarrassing since I’m an English major. Oh well, life goes on.
What slang do you use on a daily basis?
Since a picture is worth a thousand words, I’ll let you enjoy these six Photo Booth pictures I had fun taking at Starbucks today. Enjoy!
Insecurity plagues me sometimes, particularly when I wonder what people think of me. Do they really like me? Or are they just being nice? Do they really think I’m a good writer, or are they just trying to encourage me? Does he think I’m attractive or fat? The list goes on and on, especially on days that I’m down. I often people watch while sitting in coffee shops and ponder what people think of me, both the people that pass me by and the people that really know me.
So, if given the chance to read minds for a day, I would seriously contemplate the pros and cons of doing so. I could discover what people really think of me, both those who think well of me and those who don’t. Would the confirmation of my friends’ love really be worth any potential bad feeling I stumbled upon? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Though I do already know people who genuinely don’t care for me, so perhaps finding out that more people could feel that way wouldn’t hurt as much as the betrayal I felt when I discovered that some people close to me genuinely don’t care for me. Ok, let’s be real. It would still hurt to find out that anyone doesn’t like me, and I have no reason to distrust what my close friends say to me. So perhaps reading minds for a day to discover what people think of me would end badly.
I could use the power for good though. I could learn what my friends really like and surprise them with gifts or excursions or whatnot. I could learn what they are intimidated by or afraid of and encourage them. Somehow, I don’t think this justifies reading minds for a day. I could just ask them these things and be open about my own likes and fears. Then we would all know.
So I suppose that I would not read minds for a day if given the choice. The risks outweigh any potential benefits. This is one time that I would rather not be sorry than safe.