Category Archives: ice cream

Schedule? What’s That?

Aside from my sleeping schedule, which is currently pretty much non existent, this last semester has somehow also deregulated my eating schedule. There were numerous days each week where, in between meetings, general office business, and teaching, I was forced to eat at off hours if I was going to eat at all.

Lunch was often at ten thirty in the morning, or if not, I would have to wait to eat until after class, when I would get home at eleven at night. Or, on days when it was a little more lenient, dinner was at four in the afternoon, or the same consequences would ensue. While I am generally good at going for prolonged periods of time without food, I can’t maintain this sort of thing over an entire semester. This became a regular thing, and pretty soon my entire body became accustomed to it.

The semester ended,  I have returned to my previous schedule, and since this is the week right before holiday break, there are no ridiculous meetings, but my body continues to insist on eating as it did before. By ten this morning I was already craving lunch, and having dinner at seven or eight seems like an eternity. And then at around eleven at night, when I used to just be getting home, I am hungry again for no reason.

It is not terrible, but very annoying. I am trying to force my body back into a normal schedule (who has lunch at 10:30 in the morning?), but I am sure that as soon as I do, it will be only a week or less before the semester begins again, and Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays I will have to push it around once more. And who knows what that will entail….

P.S. There is a picture of ice cream for this post because that is what I had for lunch yesterday when I started writing this. Thought you should know.

Partners in Crime

Having children is like having partners in crime.
I wanted to take my daughter out for ice cream without Hubby knowing. Don’t ask why. Not important. One of those things. Anyway, I told her we would go out for ice cream, but she can’t tell her father. Ducky is too young for this sort of thing, so he was sacrificed at home. He doesn’t yet understand the finer nuances of withholding information.
Munchie and I went out, ate entirely too much ice cream, and were a happy lot. As we were leaving the ice cream shop I reminded her that she cannot tell her father we had ice cream. He must never know.
We get home. Hubby comes in and asks Munchie “What did you two do today?” She looks straight at him, and with an emphatic head shake says “We didn’t have ice cream daddy.”
What? She said we didn’t…

A Warning Would Be Nice

My hair attacked someone today. Well, no, not really. But it did scare me this morning. Does that count?
After I got this brilliant idea to get a perm, because I am full of good ideas, I have spent numberless days undoing the perm in the mornings. Meaning I paid someone a lot of money to permanently curl my hair so I can spend a lot of time straightening it in the morning. Now y’all know why my GPA is so high. Well, this morning we had a power outage. It wasn’t a big deal at first because I wasn’t going to be spending too much time at home anyway. Until two things occurred to me.
First, no power means no coffee maker. OK, no problem, that is why God invented Starbucks.
Then the second realization came in. No power means no hair straightener. Which means no going out in public. Which means no Starbucks. This is when I started to panic.
Luckily, I recently read Jenny’s blog about Suburbia, of which, for better or worse, I happen to be a part of. Among her fifteen tips of surviving in a neighborhood much akin to mine, I found one particularly useful. Apparently suburban housewives don’t get dressed up all the time. Obviously I wasn’t aware and have clearly been doing this all wrong. To make amends for my erroneous behavior all these years I put my hair in a pony tail and got myself some coffee. After which I ran around adjacent neighborhoods and used other people’s electricity to fix my hair. I need electricity to fix my hair. Seriously, am I the only one who sees something wrong here?
I wear a lot of make up, but not because I need it. I could totally leave the house without make up on, except that I would look like I am twelve. As is I still get carded. I don’t need to perpetuate this further and have people thinking I am babysitting someone else’s kids. Then I would have to explain that they are mine, and no, I didn’t get pregnant at ten, and no, there is absolutely no reason for any sort of intervention. Alright fine, feel free to pray for me.
But my hair is a totally different issue. It’s not even vanity. It is a public service where I take the time to straighten my hair for the betterment of society. You are welcome.
So, in conclusion, I would like to ask the Electric Company of Simi Valley to please provide some warning next time our power goes out. A brief email specifying the time and date of any future outages would be very appreciated, so I may plan accordingly. And no, this is not just about my hair. I would also like to not go grocery shopping for ice cream the night before. And no, I did not scoop up a bunch of previously melted ice cream off the bottom of my freezer and eat it. I would never do that.