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-Ing Thing Revival

I haven’t written an -Ing Thing in forever, and there isn’t too much happening today, so why not?

Missing:

In the capacity of being able to reach people easily, I do miss Facebook.  When I read over old posts and I think about co-workers, school mates, or Katimavik people, I wonder what they are doing now and a feeling of “I need to get a hold of them!” arises.  This could also be coupled with the fact that I just saw friends I haven’t seen in a while lately, so maybe I should start with e-mailing people and see how it goes.  I don’t miss Facebook on the whole though.  It’s so boring and ego driven.  I’m over it.

Reading:

I’ve been reading a lot about people’s experiences in Japan, whether in reminiscence (like in 1000 Things About Japan), or scouring Trip Advisor forums for things to do and see.  It is important for me to read about this stuff anyway so I can plan my trip, but it’s also just pleasant to read about other people’s experiences.  Speaking of Japan, I am going to plan out my itinerary this week.  I think I may be spending a lot of time in museums because it’s so hot.  I know it’s not ideal that I’m going during the hottest season of the month (and not even when most of the festivals are happening), but it’s the only time I have off.

Reflecting:

Looking at previous -Ing Thing posts, I’ve realized that I was pretty vain during my time at Katimavik.  A lot of stuff about products and what I’m gonna buy next.  Then again, my world was limited to whatever community I was a part of at the time (or in my house, which got me to try a lot of different things) and the internet.  Now that I am back home and I have freedom in the marketplace, I don’t have the desire to write about such things anymore.  It’s just a block away.  Even still, I don’t think about cosmetically bettering myself all the time now.  What I mean by cosmetically is with hair dye, make up, better clothes, etc.  Plastic surgery is not on my list.

If I’m listing the “bad” physical qualities I have now: I’m balding, my skin is not as good as it could be (thanks partially to my work hours and not bringing in lunches often enough), and I am starting to get a serious tummy.  I could fight balding by shaving off my hair (which I did do last summer, although it doesn’t really work for me), I am changing my diet by eating more home-cooked meals and less trips to Tim Hortons, and I am starting my workout routine this week.  I’m not going to fight what I am anymore and just work on what I have to make it the best I can be.  I’m 26, there isn’t much more change that’s going to happen unless I am lazy.  Maintenance is key.

Over-indulging:

I put way too much soy sauce into certain things that it can’t be healthy for me, even though it’s delicious.  Pho and chinese fried rice are my biggest offenders that get this treatment.  Same goes for sugar in my tea.  I do honey usually, but now I am finding that if I just put milk in as a treat, it’s enough.  At Starbucks if I have a really bad day, I’ll still do my 8 pumps of chai into a chai latte.  That’s about half syrup for those of you keeping track at home.  I like my chai like I like my men, strong.  But the sugar content is through the roof.  I am finding that it’s getting to be too much for me now (sugar wise) and also the price is ridiculous ($5 is crazy).  Even $2 for an extra large (24 oz., slightly bigger than a Venti at Starbucks) tea at Tim Horton’s is too expensive.  I’m trying to not spend money while I’m at work, and it’s kind of working.  I kept my costs down last week and now I gotta do more of the same.

That’s about it for this -Ing Thing.  Off to teach and to start work on festival material!

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The Post With Many Links

Contrary to what I said in my last post, I did not work until 6 today.  I was reminded by my supervisor and my iTouch that I was working until 9.  No big deal.  I guess my brain figured that I worked until 6 every day.  Tomorrow I am most definitely working until 6, no question about it.

I scheduled my physical for college, so all is well… oh! I gotta register for classes! Must save draft! … Well, I tried to register but my account isn’t functioning for some reason.  I shall call tomorrow morning and get to the bottom of things.  Tomorrow is also the day I perform for a bunch of drunk gay people! I think I’m going to play the following:

  1. Mika Nakashima’s FAKE (without vocals but with awesome jazz piano because no one will understand Japanese) Ohhh… I encountered a bad rendition of some poor cos-player “singing” it at a convention of some sort.  I should really go to one of those things to perform.  I would kick serious ass.
  2. Sarah Slean’s Day One (bad sound quality, sorry). Got to have at least one up-beat song, right?
  3. Emm Gryner’s Blackwinged Bird (with vocals of course) to close the set.  I’m going to dedicate this song to my Katima-people.

I’m looking forward to performing on a piano again which I haven’t done in quite a while.  Not only that, to have a microphone with the piano for once? Sweet jesus.  

Holy shit.  I actually felt that thunder hit something close to the house.  I didn’t mention it was storming outside but… it’s storming outside.  Now you know.  That photo post I talked about will come later on in the week.  Friday seems like a good day to do it as it is a day when I do not work.  To make up for the wait…

Here’s an -Ing Thing!

Secretly Buying:

A couple of days ago I bought (so it isn’t really buying at all.  A false -Ing Thing) 2 types of CK Underwear and a blue silk shirt (which I am debating on wearing tomorrow for the performance or for the party… if it’s nice out, it’s going to be worn at the performance… one of the new pairs of underwear too) from my work (something that fits?! WHAAAAAAT?!).  I know I’m not supposed to buy anything but I enjoy having underwear at my disposal (that sounds terrible, but what I mean to say is that I enjoy underwear the same way that women buy shoes or purses.  Maybe I should of applied at the CK Underwear store again and forced them to only interview me for there and not for the Calvin Klein store that is in a mall that I can’t drive to) and the shirt was cheap. 

Needing:

To work out more.  I need to up my reps in everything: push-ups, sit-ups, going to start these ab exercises (be warned, there is bad music afoot and a minute of a useless intro)… We’ll see how that goes.

Playing:

I’ve started to play Final Fantasy Tactics when I’m bored of everything else (which won’t be the case in a few days with all the lessons and whatnot).  I’m not a huge fan of strategy games, but I do like FF, so it evens out.

Listening:

Oh god.  I remember when I first read about this group I told myself I wasn’t going to listen to them because they’re just so… Perfume? I figured I wouldn’t enjoy them, but as I was working today, a song came on that was similar to one that I heard a 30 second clip of (you can even learn how to do the dance!).  Now I can’t get it out of my head.  I think I’m going to have to download their album now.  

However, if there’s one J-Pop artist that I don’t intend on listening to, it’s Leah Dizon.  I’m sorry, her voice is too soft and quiet (they drown her out with the backing track).  I’ve seen her live performances and they are just terrible.  Granted, it is difficult to sing and dance at the same time, but there’s better than this.  She’s trying to be the next Britney or something by impressing everyone with her dance moves and it’s working.  If a Race Queen/Model turned singer can make it big… It gives me hope for my music career in Japan (you won’t see me dancing though).

Loving:

Now I’m going to practice for tomorrow.  The best thing about not having anyone else in the house? I can perform in my robe and no one can stop me.

I have great expectations for the future.

Long overdue -Ing Thing:

Wanting:

I didn’t believe it when I first flipped through the Spring/Summer ’08 Wish Book for Sears, but they actually have some clothing that I like and could possibly rock (if it’s small enough.  I need to measure myself.)  I want this and especially this.  But I have no money, so I’m going to be saving my Katima-money until I can order it.  Hopefully they will still have sizes by the time I get enough cash.

Missing:

I need to go buy another loofah.  Somehow I have mis-placed it.  I miss the exfoliation.  Also, our house is running out of hand soap and body wash.

Needing:

To do laundry.  Tomorrow I’m going to get ‘er done, first thing in the morning.  In inspiration of a post by RJ March I read a little while ago, I’m going to be wearing scrubs around the house tomorrow.  They are so comfy.  I also need to buy phone cards.

Resolving:

To drink more water.  I don’t ever drink enough, and I know my body and skin will thank me later when I’m hydrated and fresh-faced for the warmer weather ahead.

Wondering:

When I get back to Toronto in June, what am I going to do about jobs? Usually when it comes to me and the summer, I am working 3 jobs, and it’s become a running gag in our family (Eh Mon! Time to go to work! Unfortunately this does not seem to exist on YouTube.  Instead, I present to you, Men on Film 2.) I know that I have 2 jobs for sure, but is that enough to save for college? Guess I will find out at a later date.

Today was my co-house manager’s birthday.  Now she can vote and drink in certain provinces.  It’s funny, when I turned 18, I didn’t see what the big draw was.  I could vote, look at adult situations, and buy lottery tickets (and come out to my parents who visited me that weekend).  19 was tame as well.  I didn’t get plastered or anything.  Not that I wanted to, but you always hear stories of how wild and crazy people’s birthdays were.  I’m glad I don’t have birthdays like that.  But, it would be nice to have a lavish party.  Perhaps on my friend’s birthday (June 12th! You better believe we are partying, Stella!) I will do something awesome in celebration of that day being my half birthday.

I got a fortune cookie today after going to a Chinese food birthday lunch at Red Star and it said, “You will find romance soon.” I always keep fortunes in my pockets and I toss them in the trash when they come true.  I won’t be tossing this out at least until I’m done Katimavik.

I finished reading Anywhere But Here by Mona Simpson.  It was turned into a major motion picture starring Natalie Portman and Susan Sarandon back in 1999.  I have never seen the movie, but now I think I will so I can compare it to the book.  It would be interesting to see how much they cut out of a 500+ page novel.

I just listened to the song that k.d. lang wrote for the movie (which I had heard before I read the book a while back) and now that I’ve read the novel, I can completely see where she got the words to write the song.  I love k.d. lang’s voice.  She has the richest, powerful alto ever.  I would really like to see her live someday.

Speaking of seeing things live, I am going to go see the Winnipeg Symphony Orchestra this Saturday and the Winnipeg Opera on Thursday with some music students of the high school.  There will be a chance to talk with the conductor and ask questions on Saturday, and it’s a dress rehearsal on Thursday for the Opera.  I am so lucky to go and experience these things.  I love listening to beautifully crafted music and seeing composers interpret another composers works.  I love the fact that I can not predict how a song will shift, or be pleasantly surprised if I guess correctly.  It would be so cool to meet the opera singers backstage after their show.

I’m definitely going to make an effort to see more artists this summer, or at least go check out more live music.

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Gerund Thing in 777 words

I haven’t done an -ing thing in a while, so here goes:

Loving:

Lucerne Tin Lizzie Cheesecake ice cream. It cost me $4 to buy a 2 L box, and it actually tastes like cheesecake with caramel swirls and chunks of toffee in it. Looks like cheap ice cream can be good ice cream after all.

Over-indulging:

Courtney brought home Lamontagne Chocolate from SCI where they are doing a fundraiser (as is every school in Stonewall), and I can’t help buying it. I’m a sucker for fund-raising chocolate. Sure it costs $3, but it is very good quality chocolate and the quantity is never quite enough, which makes you want more. It comes in a multitude of flavors and varieties: chocolate covered almonds, cashews, caramels, and mints, as well as almond and caramel bars.

My parents can testify to the fact that I ate more fund-raising chocolate than I ever sold. I used to bowl in a league when I was 7, until I was 15. Every year the league would try to raise money with chocolate drives. One year I ate the chocolate without paying it and had to pay for it after. My parental units were pretty upset about that. After that, they wrote a cheque to the league each year to avoid the hassle of walking door-to-door or selling it at work. I ate the chocolate without consequence.

Reading:

Chick lit. The selection of reading material in the Katima-house ranges from garage sale finds to bibles to trash magazines. I just finished Summer Sisters by Judy Bloom (a classic about vaginas vaginae) and I’m almost done Table for Five by Susan Wiggs. I also read an old issue of bitch magazine yesterday and I was interested by one article. It was about gay and lesbian teenagers who had come out in their high-schools and how the rest of the student body dealt with it. Coincidentally, Dan Savage’s column this week is about just that. Gay minds think alike?

When I was in high-school, I knew of one “out” guy and a bunch of bi-sexual people. It’s funny how they were all in drama class with me. I considered myself bi-sexual when I was in high-school because I could see myself getting married to a woman but being sexually attracted to men. Not only that, I was uncomfortable with coming out in such a toxic environment. Since Grade 7 I was being called a fag in the hallways or being made fun of because I was effeminate. I didn’t start dating until University because I knew that the people there wouldn’t give a damn about who I found attractive or whether I wasn’t acting butch all the time. My first date was with a guy. We went shopping at the mall. It felt right to be walking around with him because I finally knew that I was comfortable with myself and that other people were too. I’m really lucky because my whole family is comfortable with my sexuality as well. Now that I am volunteering in a high-school for the next 3 months, it is going to be really interesting to see how the environment has changed and how I have changed as well.

Tomorrow we are going to the Do It Yourself Festival in Winnipeg. There are loads of things to do and I will definitely write about it when we get back. As for tonight, we are making sushi for dinner. Earlier in the day we made a couscous salad with roasted vegetables and a sun-dried tomato pesto. Katimavik food doesn’t have to be boring.

Because of free time tonight (and the fact that no one wants to see Alvin and the Chipmunks), the group is heading to the only bar (I think) in town: The Rock. I’m curious to see what it will be like. Probably a mix between a sad attempt at a dance club, a neighbourhood bar, and a place for guys to sit and watch the game. Should be a seedy, hole-in-the-wall, fun time for everyone!

P.S. I have quite a few people from Seattle on my blogroll. From what they write, it sounds like a really nice place to live in, even though it rains a lot. I think I’d like to go there someday and see what all of the fuss is about. I’ve never really explored the U.S. (except for the mandatory Florida trip, Maine and Lake Acid Placid), and I have not been to New York, LA, or San Fransisco. I suppose I can chalk that up to living in Central Canada. Someday I will trek through the United States with my friends, road-trip style.

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Sleeping alone in my room AND slowly affecting someone’s health? Score one for Edward.

I was awake at 3:19 this morning.  But it wasn’t because of my room-mate.  It was because of my coughing.  So I walked upstairs and got my trusty bottle of Robitussin and downed two teaspoons (I bought Nyquil by the request of Dr. Jeffrey).  My room-mate has migrated to the moldy storage room, which is a pretty sweet arrangement if you ask me.  Not only am I alone in my room now, but my room-mate will slowly be growing spores in his lungs as he sleeps.  It’s a win-win situation.  Now that the Snoring Saga is officially over (until next week when the group moves to Manitoba), here are some -ing things:

Loving:

Matrix Biolage Shampoo and Conditioner.  One good thing about Katimavik is that when you live in a group of 11, you can use other people’s products and test them out on yourself.  Reaching back in my memory to days when I was a cosmetician in Shoppers, Biolage cost approximately $19.  That’s pricey for shampoo, but now I understand why.  These products are very good quality and they make my hair feel like I just had a wash at the salon.  Love it.

Listening:

Hey Rosetta!The Shins and The Ditty Bops (not to be confused with The Doodlebops) are all fantastic.  Very indie.  Very awesome.  Go listen to their stuff right now! That’s another great thing about Katimavik.  Not only do you get to share hair products, you also get to share music.

Hating:

This persistent cough needs to die a horrible death.  I’m talking pushed into a ditch and shot horrible.  I’ve been taking drugs and drinking liquids for almost a week now and it still won’t die.  If it persists until the end of this week I’m going back to the doctor.  This is a shitty thing about Katimavik.  One person gets sick, then it spreads faster than a drunk college girl living in a dorm with mono.

Tonight the group is going to the YMCA for our physical activity.  I haven’t used a machine to work out in 2 months.  We will see if all of the push-ups and sit-ups I have been doing since New Years have made me stronger.

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“Beggars can’t be choosers, but I’m begging and choosing.”

The title of this post today is brought to you by Courtney.  During our workshop tonight, Katie had brought out a bunch of Lindor chocolate balls.  Courtney had selected a blue ball, which means dark chocolate in the world of Lindor.  She doesn’t like dark chocolate, so she decided to trade it and said the previously mentioned quote.  Now for some -ing things. 

Comparing:

Windows Vista to Mac OS X.  After reading a lot of reviews and looking at what each OS has to offer, I feel that Mac OS X is more my style.  It’s more multimedia friendly and pretty.  I’m not looking for a computer that I’ll whip out at board meetings and make extremely extravagant presentations with.  I’m just looking for a fun computer that will not freak out when I have multiple applications running and crash while doing so.  Before I become committed to Mac though, I’m going to do a laptop comparison with a MacBook and some crazy expensive Dell computer I read about in Men’s Health Magazine (Taiger buys them… I laugh because it’s like Cosmo for guys.  Only straight and worrying about whether they can please their women or not).  I’ll write another comparison once the stats are in.

Wanting:

A pair of black framed sunglasses that look awesome and are around $10.  I also want new glasses, but that will have to wait until after Katimavik.  I’m thinking of using a website that was recommended by notmartha.org called Glassy Eyes.  They have frames for $40 – $80, which makes me happy.  If all else fails, I’ll just go with my parental units to Costco (because they love Costco almost as much as they love me). 

Listening:

Dallas Green’s Bring Me All Your Love album.  He has stepped away from coining his own sound in every song and instead created some variety (the very opposite thing made me end up dislike Coldplay’s X&Y album).  The good thing about making your own niche in the music world is that everyone knows that it’s your band or you when the radio plays your song (for example, anytime you hear an echo guitar intro, you know that it’s U2).  Whenever I hear a Two Hours Traffic song, I think of Katimavik and the fun times that we all had.  I have a feeling that there’s going to be a Katima-album at the end of the program.  Maybe I should start that project when it gets to that point.

Watching:

Sex and the City.  Lu and I watched the whole second season and a part of the third season over the week when we managed the house.  Perhaps that’s why I want to be so fashionable now… or maybe it’s because I’ve always wanted to be fashionable and I’m finally doing something about it.  In any case, Sex and the City is fantastic.  I remember watching episodes at Banana Republic dinner parties, sitting around drinking wine and eating desserts.  I can’t wait to go back to Mississauga and have fabulous parties and be social and out of the Katima-bubble.  It’s funny, I never got into the shows that were popular when I was a teenager, but now I love them.  Friends, Seinfeld, Sex and the City… all great shows but I did not have the desire to watch them then.  Now that they’re out in boxed sets, I guess I can sastify that craving.

Today I worked at Radisson Centre with Éli.  It was a really lazy day.  All I did today is feed a client and help do research on the sinking of the Titanic and coral. 

Hopefully tomorrow will not be boring at Propulsion like it was yesterday.  I was sick but I went in for half a day in the afternoon and all I did was sweep the emergency exit stairs.  After 20 minutes of doing that, I watched the chef cook some food, and cleaned the walls of the aquarium.  Following that, I was given permission to leave early due to lack of thing to do.

There’s only 7 days left of volunteering and 10 days of Montréal.  The group is going to Le Rockette Friday night in celebration of Jess’ birthday, Saturday involves planning for the final presentation, and Sunday entails volunteering at an underground marathon.  Fun times lie ahead.

P.S. I was told today by someone that I am a great person for venting to.  What was a compliment that you received lately? Also, it is a lunar eclipse tonight.  Maybe that’s why everyone is acting so bizzare.

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An unintentional cliff-hanger

As I went to bed last night and almost finished talking to Jeffrey, I said, “Oh crap.  I never explained why I was a company whore for Priape.” In order to explain this and other phenomenons, I’m going to deploy a few -Ings!

Loving:

Unico and Ginch Gonch Underwear.  I bought them at Priape and I love them to death (and I know Jeffrey will too).  A gay man can never have too many awesome pairs of underwear.  Who knows when your pants are going to rip at the seams and the whole world will see your underwear? (That has never happened to me, but I saw it happen to a guy in drama class.  Oh drama class…)

Enjoying:

The compliments I received when I was wearing my new black jeans in the Katima-house yesterday.  You know that people have lived with you for too long when they know that you have new jeans.  Then again, I didn’t own any black jeans before, so that could be a logical conclusion as well.  Next jean to buy: Charcoal grey jeans at Old Navy.

Fearing:

The copious amounts of coughing I hear in the Katimavik house.  (TMI ALERT) I have a bit of phlegm in my throat and it’s freaking me out.  I’m washing my hands like I’m OC, not touching my face and drinking water.  I refuse to get sick, especially when I will be managing the house next week.

Today the Katima-group is going rock climbing in an indoor gym somewhere.  I didn’t use to enjoy rock climbing but now it is fun and games until someone impales themselves on a rock attached to a wall while they are rappelling.  The first time I went rock climbing was on my childhood friend & next door neighbour’s someteempth birthday (I guess we were about 9 or 10).  We went to Sport’s World to climb some walls and I was nervous and couldn’t do much climbing.  The birthday girl was fearless and hit the bell many times.  After watching her climb up there and jump back down again, I wondered what I was so afraid of.  Everything was safe, no one was going to get hurt.  By using that logic, I was no longer afraid of heights.  This story isn’t very exciting as no one actually took out one of their eyes on a rock.  Too bad for the reader, eh? Maybe I’ll James Frey the story a little…

It was a stormy night in May.  It was Emily’s birthday, she wanted to go rock climbing at Death World.  Being her best friend and next door neighbour, I decided to come along, not knowing what perils and dangers lied ahead.  As we were driving down the 401, we passed by a dead cat being eaten by crows.  As I was staring at the feast, one of the crows slowly turned its head and looked at me.  I shuddered and hoped that this was not a sign of things to come. 

We arrived at Death World and got set up in our old climbing gear.  The buckles were rusty and the straps smelled of moth balls.  I asked if there was any other climbing gear to use and the employee said, “Sorry little man, that’s all we got”.  “Whatever,” I thought, “at least there is someone holding me up with a rope.” Emily goes up first, and since she is the birthday girl, she gets brand-spanking-new rock climbing equipment, courtesy of Death World.  She makes it to the top of the wall, dings the bell, and rappels back down the wall with ease.  “Your turn, Ed!” she says enthusiastically.  “Okay… are you sure?” I reply back.  “It’ll be fine! There’s always someone holding the rope, so you’ll never fall.” “That’s true.  Okay, I’ll do it!” I say,  swallowing my fears. 

When I looked up at the wall, it seemed like it went on forever and the bell was barely visible at the top.  I slowly started to make my climb, my legs shaking on the funny shaped rocks, trying to steady myself.  I look back and see the employee with the rope, giving me the thumbs up (of course, I’m still only on the first row of rocks, silly me).  I climb up and get more sure of myself with each stone I grasp. 

Just as I am about to reach the top, I lose my footing on a rock and feel my stomach churn.  “Don’t look down! You’re almost there!” yells Emily.  I don’t know what it is about that phrase, but when you’re told not to do something, you always do it.  So I look down and realize that I am very high up the wall and everyone is watching me.  As I look down, I try to find where my rope is.  I breathe a sigh of relief when I see it on the ground in a heap.  … At that point it hits me: “Wait.  There’s supposed to be someone holding that rope.  It’s not supposed to be on the ground.” My nerves start to kick in and my hands begin to shake and sweat as I attempt to grasp the next rock with my right hand.  I reach for the rock too quickly and my right hand falls to my side.   Now I only have my left hand and my two feet delicately perched on rocks.  I attempt to pull myself to the wall, but gravity wants to fight me, and I fall to the ground.  Gravity 1, Ed 0.  I can see the rocks moving away from me in slow motion as I let out a scream.  I can feel the ground rushing up to meet me…

Oh wait, that won’t do.  I didn’t take out my eye or anything.  Uhmmm…

All of a sudden, a crow flies in through the window, its beak all bloody, screaming “CAAAAAAAAAAAAW!” I recognized the crow as the same one that was eating the dead cat and staring at me.  Now I was staring at it and it was flying at me like a black torpedo.  I close my eyes and the crow’s beak tears through my eyelid and scoops up my eye into it’s beak.  It felt like a spoon scooping out a grape from a Del Monte fruit salad.  Then I hit the ground and die.

There.  Worst.  Story.  Ever.  Time to go rock climbing for real.  If I call anyone and see any crows, start preparing for my funeral.

P.S. Today’s underwear is the Emo Boy Shorts from La Senza for Men.

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The Ing Thing

Every week I’m going to write a few things that I am -ing(ing) at the time (thanks to notmartha.org for the inspiration).  Observe:

Reading:

Jackie Oh! (1978) by Kitty Kelley (written as requested by Lyle Stuart).  This is one of the books in my billet family’s house.  It’s all about the ups and downs of the life of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.  It’s biographical fluff and it’s killing time since I already read and re-read the Cosmo and Life & Style that Katie, Alan and Alex sent me in a care package (thanks so much you guys! Now I know how a woman feels!)

Eating:

I’ve always thought that vanilla yogurt would be a good taste.  Then I tried it on Friday and was pleasantly surprised.  It almost satisfies my craving for cheesecake.  Hmmm… I wonder what would happen if I put vanilla yogurt into a cheesecake batter…

Wanting:

A Subway sub and an excuse to use these coupons.  On Thursday while I was at work, one of the clients gave me some Subway coupons.  Now I feel obligated to use them.  Foot-long Meatball sub with a free combo meal (with extra cookies ’cause I can) here I come!

Loving:

L’Oreal’s Men Expert Moisturizing Cream.  I usually dismiss Men’s products because I find that they have the same ingredients as the women’s products but they just smell more manly.  Thanks to my billet house, I’ve had the chance to sample this lovely moisturizer and I have to say that it absorbs beautifully and soothes my skin.  Maybe those metro-sexual guys are on to something.

Missing:

My iPod USB cord.  I know it is in the Katima-house somewhere and it’s killing me not to have music on the way to work.  Not that I mind reading 24 and Metro while I’m on a subway, but I’d rather have my music and people watch while I’m saving the earth with public transportation.

What do you think? Pretty fun eh? Try it yourself (in your blog, facebook note, or whatever) and post your -ings.