I'm Not the Only One

It seems I'm not the only one among my friends who is dissatisfied with his living situation. Some want to move out of their apartment into another place with friends to save money. Others want to move to new locations.

I was out with friends this evening and several of us were talking about it. Someone threw out the idea of buying a complex and all of us moving in. I found the idea enthralling. It seemed like I wasn't the only one. Several seemed to get that spark of inspiration at the idea. But the reality of it is, no one will actually follow through on this.

I would though. I would love to live in a condo complex or a large multi-bedroom home with friends I like.  Then I could get out from under these trashy neighbors above me. But for some reason, people only dream about doing stuff like this rather than follow through. I'm guessing it's a money issue. Nobody wants to commit their money to it.

I'm frustrated over it.

The First Bloggin Fogger Award for Outstanding Achievement in the Field of Excellence

As you've seen from this blog, I like to cook. But sometimes, I like to heat.

Tonight I didn't make dinner, but I heated in the oven frozen chicken strips and sweet potato fries. And tonight I would like to present the First Bloggin Fogger Award for Outstanding Achievement in the Field of Excellence to Alexia Foods for their delicious Spicy Sweet Potato Julienne Fries with Chipotle Seasoning. They're spicy, but not too spicy, and full of flavor. I highly recommend you seek them out in your grocer's freezer. I found mine at VONS.

Meanwhile, the Tyson's Chicken Breast Tenders receive the tarnished seal of disapproval. With chicken tenders so bland and uninspired they should be swept away with a broom and not even given to the dog. DO NOT buy these.

Not Bert

I went to see Mary Poppins tonight with one of my coworkers, Anna, and some of her friends. Two years ago, for Halloween, Anna came to work dressed as Mary and I came as Bert.

After the show, we hung around the stage door and got the autograph of the actress who played Mary. We lingered around, taking pictures in front of a poster. As we parted, Anna and her friends were calling me Bert and saying, "Goodbye, Bert."

As I stood at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change, a girl (maybe in her teens) who had been in earshot of us came running up and asked me, in complete sincerity, if I would sign her playbill.

I had to tell her I wasn't really in the performance; my friends were just teasing me. To which she responded, "Oh, that's embarrassing."

But deep down inside, I wish I were in the performance.