The campaign continues. Harold, we know you are out there......
Here is a quick (and I use that term loosely) run down of how my classes went yesterday:
Before class: Went to the library and printed off Wikipedia reports on 18th century artists, i.e. Sir Joshua Reynolds, Thomas Gainsborough and Jacques Louis David. Since my history prof hinted at a quiz that would involve identifying pieces of their art I had everything printed in color so that I could study the art, at .35/page I was bugged.
1. Native American Lit: Only one guy read more than chapter 1 of the new book so the discussion was seriously, seriously lame. It was so quiet in there. I was embarassed for us all but since I hadn't read more than the firt chapter either I had no room to judge.
2. Biology: More student presentations. We have to write down the names of the students presenting and their topic and turn it in at the end for 10 points. I spent the entire time reading my wikipedia print offs for history.
Lunch: I had brought tuna, crackers and an apple from home. It was seriously cold and rainy outside but I stayed outside to eat in an effort to spare others the tuna smell. But alas, I didn't have any gum for afterwards so I hope the apple took my tuna breath away. Also, I wanted a chocolate milk. The machine didn't have any so I ended up buying what is called "Cookies and Creme" milk. I figured it was just a slightly different flavor from original chocolate milk. I took one swig and the thickness and sweetness overwhelmed me. I looked at the ingredients. Whole milk. Yikes! Plus the entire bottle was 500 calories. WHAT? I thought I was doing myself a favor by not buying a candy bar. I took two more small drinks, couldn't get past the sickeningly sweetness of it and chucked the rest.
3. History: Darn that guy, no quiz. I was seriously trying to memorize works of art and their political significance. My brain doesn't latch on to this stuff quite as quickly so it was a real effort for me. Darn him. He is such a tease that guy. I am starting to get annoyed.
4. Short story: We discussed more Leslie Norris stories and I literally almost cried in class. One of his stories is called, Shaving. Apparently a lot of people read it in high school as it is highly anthologized into high school texts. I never read it before but it was a very touching, intimate story of a son who shaves his father who is dying of cancer. Also, the teacher handed back the quick from last week that I missed. I talked to him after about my concern that 1. My first quiz grade was AWFUL, and 2. I never took the second quiz. He assured me that he grades on improvement so the good news is.......there is no where to go but up!
After school: I ran some errands, bought Cocoa Pebbles at $1 per box, 8 of them, for Harold. Plus a bunch of Pop Tarts too. I had gone to the store the other day and they were having a deal. I purposely didn't buy the pop tarts because even though I don't really like them, if they are in the house I eat them. But Harold complained so off I went. A lady in my ward saw my cart and asked if my Cocoa Pebbles were Weight Watcher friendly. Of course I blamed it all on Harold, what else could I do? Tell her that I had already bought Honeycomb on Saturday and that I had planned on eating it all myself? Of course not. But seriously, I do prefer Honeycomb, but I won't be eating it. I try not to eat cold cereal because for me it is more of a treat/dessert than a meal.
FHE: Mackson gave a lesson on the Word of Wisdom to pass off an assignment in his Faith in God book. Together Mackson and I pointed out that Harold's love of Shells and White Cheddar is probably not a good thing. It was funny, watching Harold's face as I was dissing his favorite food. Of course Harold is WAY too nice to point out that I was 1. Drinking a soda, it was diet, but still, and 2. That I was also downing chocolate chip cookies. The funniest part of his Shells and White Cheddar is that it reminds me of that song, Knights in White Satin. Does anyone know the tune? If so, sing Shells and White Cheddar to it, it fits.
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So here I go making a comment on Jeanna's blog. I try to read Jeanna's blog daily. Some days I forget Jeanna has a blog and I have to catch up on reading once I remember. Most of the time I am excited to read the blog because I get more detail from the blog than I do in conversation. In conversation I get tidbits of her day but that is about it. Most of the time we are trying to eat dinner, get the kids to bed and work on assignments we have. The blog has more detail. For instance, I had no idea Jeanna ate outside in the rain yesterday or that she printed off biographies of artists because she was afraid she might have a pop quiz. I also didn't know she bought pop tarts. If I had known that, I would have had some for dessert last night...along with my White Shells and Pasta.
I don't know about the rest of you but I am seriously bugged by the fact that I am supposed to watch what I eat now that I am older. Or, I will get fat. When I was young, no one ever said, "You shouldn't eat that Peanut Butter sandwhich. When you get older, it will make you fat." Or, "You shouldn't eat macaroni and cheese. It has a ton of cellulite and will give you high colestrol when you are an adult" If I wouldn't be able to eat the food when I was older, why was I being fed the food as a kid? To get me addicted to something I couldn't eat later on? To laugh in my face when I started to get fat and couldn't hike the Y whithout breathing heavy because I am so out of shape? Why are kids fed food they will never be able to eat again as adults? McDonalds, Speghetti, Chili, chocolate... You get the point. Instead the food was put in front of us and we ate it because that is what we were having for breakfast, lunch or dinner. As a kid, I didn't get on the scale every hour wondering if I had lost or gained weight. I didn't look in the mirror wondering if my gut was bulging or was skinny. As an adult however, I am always worried about my weight. Can I eat this, is this bad for me? All of the time. Constantly. For me, food doesn't just taste ok, it tastes great! I don't just eat to live, I live to eat. And I crave food. All of the time. So, having FHE last night on what is good to eat what isn't was another reminder that I am fat and can't get control of my eating habits. To be honest. I care about loosing weight, I mean I really care, until I get hungry. Then I don't care anymore. Pathetic. I know.
So, there is my first comment on Jeanna's blog. I hope you enjoyed it!
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Wow! Not only did we get a comment...but we got a total rant! I'm thinking you need your own "spin-off" blog Harold. I think it would be good.
Harold, I think its time for you to have your own blog. There is something therapeutic about it.
Ha Ha, I Love you guys!
Harold, I have decided that your spin-off blog should be "Weight Watcher Companion". I agree about having to watch what I eat now days. It's just not like when I was in High School...
Add me to the list that enjoyed your comments, Harold. I agree with you 100% on the eating situation. I have every intention to lose until I get invited to lunch or something good crosses my plate. At least we're not alone.
Janet
I'm with Harold. I live to eat - not eat to live! I like the spin off blog idea. It's like when Frasier moved from Boston to Seattle. You'll be a hit! And Collette's right - it is very therapeutic.
Harold, that was so profound, you are a natural at this blog thing. Thanks for the comments. Jeanna as for you, thanks for the daily laugh I love reading your blog and have passed it on to family who need a good laugh. You are the best.
So, nobody has heard of Nights in White Satin? "And I loved her(mac and cheese),....Yes, I loved her...
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