You've Really Got a Hold On Me

Most of you know that I strongly disline clowns. I'm not scared anymore, but the urge to run away and/or smack the offensive beast as hard as I can is still present.

Not many people know how freaked out I got when I saw Smokey Robinson on Sesame Street in a skit. Let me explain: he was singing "You (U)'ve Really Got a Hold On Me" while this puppet in the shape of the letter U, 2/3 his size (with ginormous lips, no less) starts following him, then chasing him and ultimately carrying him off. I had forgotten about the carrying off part but the wonders of Google brought it all back.

I'm no longer scared of the giant U, although I do fear having dreams about it like I used to. Giant lips...bearing down...U tentacles wrapped around me. You get the idea. I definitely don't want to watch the sketch and would probably change the channel even if in the future some children were really enjoying...whatever there is to enjoy about Smokey Robinson being molested.

Despite what you might think, I don't dwell on these abnormalities in my past.
Seeing commercials and a review of a Burger King sandwich (on theimpulsivebuy.com)and thus, this individual brought it back.

The worst part is, you never know when he might pop up on TV in some bizarre fashion. Looking in a window, as I recall, or in bed next to you. Must go, the weird shivers have returned...

Interesting

I found out last night that the Jewish celebration of Passover lasts for a week and matzo is incorporated in as many ways as possible. Chocolate-covered matzo is ok, but if you aren't an observant Jew and want to have the same kind of experience, go for an unsalted saltine and a piece of dark chocolate stacked together.

There's a lady at work whose job it is to take care of all the plants around the building, including those in employee's cubes/offices. The plant I got in honor of Grandad is thriving under her care. It wouldn't look as good if I had it at home, but its not enough for me to want to stay.

Just in case you are wondering, I have 72 more work days until I'm out of here for good. My last day will be July 28...maybe earlier though, because I need to pack (and that would be a good excuse).

CQ might be meeting up with us in Scottsdale...in June! I love hot weather, how much fun it would be! One last hurrah before his baby comes. Babies = Scary stuff.

Today is my last day of mentoring at Glenwood. It would be neat to keep in touch with De'Anna and Octavia, but not realistic. I kept meaning to put little goody bags together for them and get a special dessert, but I think the mentors just do that to show off. Plenty of food will have to be enough.

Time Zone Madness

Indiana used to let the counties decide what time zone they wanted to be in and whether they wanted to use Daylight Savings time or not. The majority of the state wasn't in DST, prior to this year. Meaning, half the year they were with the Central time zone and half the year they were with Eastern.
No longer.
This year, all of Indiana is on DST for the first time. There are five counties in the north (by Chicago) and (I think) seven in the south that are in Central Time. The rest of the state is Eastern. And we all "fall back and spring forward", with the rest of the United States.
Evansville and Chicago will never be on the same time as Indianapolis again.

This means we've joined the rest of the U.S, and officially makes Arizona the oddball state.

I'm writing this because I have a hard time wrapping my head around this concept and an even harder time explaining it to people. So they will be referred to the blog henceforth.

Golden Grahams

Most of you know that I enjoy good food. Some of you might recall that when I was a sophomore in high school, AKA a decade ago this fall, the Lawrence High band went to New Orleans. It was my first trip away from home with no relatives with me and honestly, I was stoked. I had visions of crazy parties in the hotel and making out (with who, I had no idea) at Mardi Gras World.

I don't think anyone knows how Golden Grahams fit into the picture. To this day, they remain one of the things I remember most about the 1996 Sugar Bowl. Along with the horrendously long bus trip, the stellar aquarium, playing the marimba in front of thousands of people, and Bourbon Street.

We'd been told to bring a lot of snacks on the trip because our schedule would be touch and go. I ate pretty much all what I'd brought on the bus ride down to NO, because I was too sleepy/lazy to get off the bus when we stopped at Wendy's or whatever. Not to mention I hate standing in line, and that was pretty much a given.

So I ended up on the first day with a box of Golden Grahams. And no money, because I lost it or forgot to ask my parents for some. I can't remember.

The bottom line is that I ate dry Golden Grahams for 3 days straight, all meals except for dinner. The GG then had deeper ridges on them, which meant they scraped your mouth. Not as much as Cap'n Crunch, but you get the idea.

I will never forget rolling back into Lawrence, my mouth dry and tongue scratched, breaking into one of the chewy pecan pralines I'd gotten as a present for my parents.