I decide last night that this week would be the perfect time to do the Raw Food detox. My boss is out of town so I don't have the temptation of a free (cooked) lunch, and Ashley will be out of town so I found it opportunistic to test my own discipline.
I had a smoothie and some mixed nuts for breakfast but soon realized after raiding the fridge that I needed to hit up the grocery store for some more raw-friendly provisions. Fast forward to an hour ago: Picture me driving up to Trader Joe's. I forgot Chili's was right next door. Buffalo chicken. Eff.
Straight to the produce I pick up some essentials and decide I need something to tie me over for lunch. After scanning the entire pre-made salad collection and realizing not one of them comes sans chicken, shrimp, steak or cheese, I place my bets in a packet of edimame and some macadamia nuts. Have no fear, I got apples and bananas for that mid afternoon hunger.
Tonight I explore Raw Lasagna for dinner, recipe thanks to www.rawpeople.com.
This raw thing may not be so bad. I mean, the cavemen did it right?! Although, they didn't have Chili's staring them in the eye either. Stay tuned...
Monday, August 31, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
College Confession #1: The Hunky Professor, Oh Lord!
So this one time in college I sign up for Religious Studies. Not my cup of tea. Besides the familiar face of my friend Jenna, suffice it to say I was not looking forward to this class.
In a smaller lecture hall, Jenna and I take a seat toward the back. I arrange my pink Chico State notebook, pull out my pen and brace myself for a long 45 minutes worth of useless knowledge.
Class starts and up to the podium walks a gorgeous man with an ass that can squeeze a dime. Instantly I'm intrigued. In the next few minutes he calls roll and tells us that he played soccer at Purdue where he got his BA (hence the buns of steel). I am now loving this class.
Being the helpful classmate I am, I log onto RateMyProfessor.com a few weeks into the semester and start my review. Chili pepper indicating hotness factor? Check. I crack my knuckles and begin writing: "The class is deathly boring. The only thing that keeps me motivated is staring into the eyes of this Mike Seaver look-alike and, boy, does he have a nice ass!"
About a week later, I'm half-doodling, half-daydreaming when I hear Professor Hottie say, "I never check out those professor rating sites but my good friend did the other day and apparently one of you think I look like Mike Seaver and have a sweet ass." If Jenna's burst of laughter didn't point the finger at me, my slouch and beet-red face probably did.
I'll never know if Professor Hottie knew it was me. All I know is that he probably still has that sweet ass. And on my Final, he gave me an A and drew a smiley face.
In a smaller lecture hall, Jenna and I take a seat toward the back. I arrange my pink Chico State notebook, pull out my pen and brace myself for a long 45 minutes worth of useless knowledge.
Class starts and up to the podium walks a gorgeous man with an ass that can squeeze a dime. Instantly I'm intrigued. In the next few minutes he calls roll and tells us that he played soccer at Purdue where he got his BA (hence the buns of steel). I am now loving this class.
Being the helpful classmate I am, I log onto RateMyProfessor.com a few weeks into the semester and start my review. Chili pepper indicating hotness factor? Check. I crack my knuckles and begin writing: "The class is deathly boring. The only thing that keeps me motivated is staring into the eyes of this Mike Seaver look-alike and, boy, does he have a nice ass!"
About a week later, I'm half-doodling, half-daydreaming when I hear Professor Hottie say, "I never check out those professor rating sites but my good friend did the other day and apparently one of you think I look like Mike Seaver and have a sweet ass." If Jenna's burst of laughter didn't point the finger at me, my slouch and beet-red face probably did.
I'll never know if Professor Hottie knew it was me. All I know is that he probably still has that sweet ass. And on my Final, he gave me an A and drew a smiley face.
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