Is it any wonder?

www.webmd.com is my new favorite website.  After punching in my height, weight, age and level of activity into the fit-o-meter I learned how many calories I ought to consume.  Being slow to get ready this morning meant I left my house without breakfast, so on the way to work I made a stop into the gas station for something to get a jump-start.  I chose a chocolate milk (naturally) and a package of Grandma's cookies.  I remember I used to get those cookies from the high school vending machines every so often.  Did they always taste so awful and preservativey?  Anyway, imagine my shock when I counted the calories those two items amounted to.  A whopping 680!!!!  That was well over half of my alotted calorie intake for the day!  So, is it any wonder that with my desk job, limited activity and poor eating habits that instead of buns of steel....I just have cushy buns?  And my legs seem to be covered in cottage cheese?  Gross. It really woke me up to paying more attention to my food choices.  And I promise....I usually try a little harder to eat better!

Well, I suppose it's just another pang of guilt to get me that much more anxious to go to the gym!  hahaha.  Well, motivation has to start somewhere eh?  I figure I probably ought to start now since I will soon be majoring in the field of Health Promotion...yeah, might be good.

So check out webmd and there is a ton of cool info on there!

What I Learned On My Blind Date

1) I will never again trust my Institute teacher (when it involves getting set-up on a date). He was nice, and I had a good time, but very much not compatible with me. My height, at least 30 years old if not older, divorced with 2 kids, no hair, skinny build not weighing more than 120, leaving me self-consciously feeling like a COW! yeah.....Ok, I must sound very shallow, sorry. Maybe I should just not go on any more blind dates. Yes that is the lesson learned.

2) We ate at Village Inn and I discovered I like my eggs "basted", and next time I go out to eat and I'm asked, "How would you like your eggs?" I can confidently reply, "Basted please".
If you are like me, I did not know this was the proper term for it. I'd heard of "scrambled" and "sunny side up" before but not "basted". This is when the egg is cooked through but you can pop yolk part and it's juicy! Hooray for basted eggs!

I want my five dollars!

Next time you want to insult someone, all you need to do is say:
"Do you have the IQ of a Wendy's cashier?!"

Of course there is a story behind this. And no offense to Wendy's cashiers, really.

One day I felt like a big, fat, "Baconator" (yes, I certainly regretted it later). I don't know why but it sounded really good at the time. My buddy at work who kindly gave me a ride waited outside while I ran in to order for myself and also another co-worker.

I order my Baconbeastburger and it comes to a lofty $6.77. I hand the lady $11 (because I wanted a five dollar bill back and not a bunch of ones) and tell her, "One sec--I think I've got the 77 cents..." She already punched it into the register thinking I was going to hand her 77 cents, but when I realize I am one penny short, I hand her 85 cents instead (I know, that probably doesn't make sense but read on). So remember, total was $6.77 and I just gave her $11.85. How much change am I supposed to get back? Ah, that is the magic question. She looks at me blankly because I have obviously thrown her off.

Uhh....So being the math genious that I am, as my face begins to flush because there are people around and I am forced to figure out the difference myself when it's totally not even my job! Sheesh. I count off on my fingers quietly: 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85! Then say, "Ok, you owe me 8 cents. Well, I gave you $11 so actually $5.08. Blank-staring-cashier continues to blank-stare back at me, not quite following. I repeat how it worked out that way and she hands me 8 cents. Anxious to get out of there, I grab my Barfinator and my co-worker's order (which turned out to be the 99 cent chicken sandwich when I asked for the Chicken Club Deluxe...no wonder it turned out to be so much cheaper than mine!), drop my nickel and 3 pennies into my change pocket, and stuff my co-workers change in the other pocket.

I get in the car and it dawns on me that she never gave me my $5, only the 8 cents! Blast. So i go back in and I'm like: "Hi, me again. Um, I gave you $11 and should have gotten a five back but only got the 8 cents." She looks confused (again) and then says to me "Are you sure 5? Not 4?" I'm thinking "Wow. Are you kidding me?! Even I can figure this out." After breaking it down yet again, she finally gets the manager to open the till so she can hand me my change. True story.

I wonder, do they not train people for cashier jobs anymore? Do they not understand how to count back change? Having been a cashier myself, I hated when people did this to me because it threw me off, but counting back the change lessened the chances of my till being off at the end of the night.

So remember dear friends, next time you go to Wendy's just hand over the debit card and this will save everyone in the long run (the cashier's already limited brain function, and your time/money).