Vacation Blues

I just went to Utah for a week. It was the best vacation I've had in a long time. I decided beforehand that I really needed to take advantage of the fact that I could be outside all day everyday, so I was. I went golfing, worked in the yard at my sister's house, went to a rodeo, played soccer, volleyball, went hiking, BBQ'ed, went bike riding, picniced. It was so great! I loved every minute of it! My cousin's have a ranch in Grover which is in the South Eastern part of Utah. It's so beautiful out there--farms, ranches, mountains, open fields, rivers, small lakes. So the vacation is over and I'm back here in the office. I feel like Tom Hanks in Joe vs. the Volcano: depressed and grey, staring at a picture of an island while the florescent lights are buzzing overhead.

Munchies Mix

It's a serious mistake for me to ever bring food into work--especially in large quantities. I know this and yet, I always manage to do it. I decided last week that I wanted to buy some food at the grocery store for my lunches over the week instead of going out to lunch and spending a ton of money everyday. So to make it exciting, I bought the best of the best--oat nut bread, pepperjack cheese, pastrami slices, bananas, and Munchies Mix. Munchies Mix is something I discovered riding Jet Blue Airlines: Sunchips, Cheetos, Pretzels, and Doritos all mixed up in one bag. I love it. So I bought it to go with my lunches. Bad bad bad choice. Everyday around 10am I'm staring at the clock wondering if it's close enough to lunch time so that I can break out the mix. They are sitting in the drawer of my desk crackling around, calling me to open the bag and devour them. I could care less about my sandwich or fruit anymore-- just give me the chips! I just want to sit here at my desk and eat them all day long! I just did spell check and Doritos came up as dirties. That is what they need to call it--Dirties Mix. It's really good while I am eating it but later I feel dirty inside because of what I just filled my stomach with and now is coarsing through my veins. Gross. Maybe if my cube buddy would wear more perfume, I would lose my appetite...oh wait she did! Perfect!