The Most Hateful of Days

Sorry about the extended hiatus! Last week wasn't the best of weeks - not to mention Time Warner took SIX days to fix the internet around here. I have seen better Monday's than the the one I experienced last week. Take a look at what happened:

1. Woke up with itchy, sore spider bite.
2. Forgot lunch at home.
3. Itched spider bite.
4. Got home from work at 8 pm.
5. Found out the internet and cable were gone. And wouldn't come back until Saturday!
6. Spider bite started to hurt. A lot.
7. Went to emergency center.
8. Found out spider bite wasn't spider bite.
9. Learned that staph infection is "running rampant" around LA (hey, it was the doctor's words, not mine!)
10. Cried. Asked nurse if they were going to amputate my leg.
11. Nurse laughed at me. Ryan too.
12. Got milkshake at in-n-out to cure staph infection.
13. Came home to dirty clothes that had to be done that night.
14. Put clothes in community washing machine at 1:00 am.
15. Discovered clothes sitting in a pool of water in broken washing machine at 1:35 am.
16. Rung out every single piece of clothing. Including sheets and pillowcases.
17. Hung every single piece of wet clothing and sheets around the apartment to dry at 2:15 am.
18. Decided California was playing a sick joke on us.

A Wiseman Once Said . . . Yes, I admitted it - staph infection. But only because there really needs to be a public service announcement to get spider bites checked out before you start scratching it.

Is That Spanish For Cheese?

Ever since I crossed the border leaving Texas I've been craving Mexican food. My former roommates will attest to the fact that no boundaries exist when completing my hunger-related missions. [I'm still bitter that the Waco McDonald's nine times out of ten would be out of ice cream. And I'm sorry to the night shift employees if I didn't take the news very well.]

Back to the craving at hand. I've been searching everywhere for chips and queso--which used to be a staple in my diet. Sometimes having only one serving of c&q per day wouldn't satisfy my appetite. And when chips became meaningless I switched to tortillas and queso. And maybe added some salsa to the mix. Those were the days.

So last night at Trader Joe's I scoured the aisles and couldn't find any jarred queso--the faker looking the better to me. Hmm, that was weird, I thought. While looking puzzled an employee asked if he could help me find something that I was looking for. [I don't think he knew what he had gotten himself into at the moment.]

Me: "Yes, what aisle is queso?"
Employee: "Ques......what? Did you say q-u-e-s-o?" [Thinking I'm crazy]
Me: "Yes, queso, exactly!" [Smiling enthusiastically thinking it's aisle four]
Employee: "Is that Spanish for cheese?" [Lady, please leave]
Me: "Yes." [Smile fades]
Employee: "No." [No more questions lady!]

He also informed me that this "queso" mixture I spoke of is not readily available anywhere. How could he say that to me?!

I can't. I can't write anymore about queso not being a staple around these parts. It's too difficult.

A Wiseman Once Said . . . No words for now.