I had a whole plan for this blog post. It started something like this:
Today is September 22nd, and, although I would bet you $100 you have never heard it, there is a song called “September 22nd” by Nathan Angelo that I immediately think of on this day every year, since the summer I used it as the ‘wake-up’ song for my cabin at camp almost every day of the six weeks we were there. [Every so often, I’d try to play his song “Love Sucks” instead, as a life lesson of sorts, but they latched on to the other, so what could I do?]
Anyways, the song is about living even normal days like they mean something, simply because if you have air to breathe, and a life to live, you should celebrate it. [In retrospect, probably a better message than “Love Sucks,” huh? ;)]
So, in honor of “September 22nd,” I will celebrate photos from a “normal” day that might otherwise be considered boring, but that I am going to embrace anyway.
Turns out, yesterday was anything but normal, so I had to scrap that and just marvel at the way things never go quite according to plan…
Abnormality #1: A new coffee mug!
My roommate found these at Costco. I chose the green one, of course (some things WERE “normal” yesterday). It has a nice little push button that took me 12 minutes to figure out how to use, but once I did, coffee flowed like wine.
Except, you know, like coffee. Wine in the morning is not a habit I subscribe to. At least not on a regular basis.
Abnormality #2: My Breakfast
What? No overnight oats? What’s happening here?
Well, I had just enough yogurt left in this large yogurt container (and a very large spoon to eat with) to create a CFY yogurty-mess of deliciousness.
My C(ereal) was in a jar this morning…just for fun. It was a layer of Kashi Go Lean, followed by Cascadian Farm Multi Grain Squares, and then All-Bran Bran Buds.
As you can see, the f(ruit) was a diced up peach…perfectly ripe.
Mmmmmm….such a yumtastic way to start the day…
…even if it wasn’t the usual.
All morning, I was at a training outside of school, which might seem like abnormality #3, except I’m learning that in this position, with testing and meetings and trainings, actually seeing all of my groups every day would be an abnormality.
What IS abnormal? Carrying around math educational resources….and actually wanting to read them….[because yes, I have become a math geek]
…of course, at 7:45 in the morning, I’d much rather hide something a little less academic inside.
Instead, we look to lunch for abnormality #4. (Or is it 5? I’ve lost track. Oh well. I’m at least trying for a theme here, people. You have to give me that.)
These are probably my favorite store-bought veggie burger, only because they hold a sense of nostalgia for me, since they were the first veggie burger I ever consumed, as a camper at camp who had declared herself a vegetarian one summer and no longer could eat the “real” burgers.
Perhaps it is like how Jif Peanut Butter still tastes so darn good because you associate it with childhood.
Anyways, I made myself a lovely little burger-wich with some toasted sourdough bread that, as I’ve mentioned before, tastes bizarrely like it is covered in butter [read: amazingly delicious] when thawed and toasted from the freezer.
I also put some tomatoes on top, since I am not yet crazy enough to carry around a bottle of ketchup.*
*I am crazy enough to carry around BBQ sauce, however.
The tomatoes were tucked underneath some baby carrots.
Jonathan apples are good, but the best, by far, are JonaGOLD. When you get a good one it is the perfect mix of a sweet Honeycrisp and a tart Pink Lady. [I’m sad I won’t be able to pick any at Carter’s Mountain this year!]
I didn’t get to eat those SunChips, however, because…
…with the addition of cottage cheese and some Asian ginger dressing. (I forgot to take a picture. Perhaps abnormality #8? Or perhaps that honor goes to the fact that I actually used salad dressing?)
Clearly that dinner wouldn’t fill anyone up, so I also ate an exorbitant amount of Trader Joe’s Almond Butter with Roasted Flaxseeds from the package Molly sent me. Sadly, excessive nut butter consumption is totally normal.
In honor of the fact that I tried to make this a thematic post, and am pretty sure I failed horribly, thereby most likely alienating any readers I still had, I’ll just go ahead and celebrate my stream-of-consciousness, tangential style of speaking, writing, and rambling.
I hope you can follow it. My students usually can’t. [Tangent, Ms. Pember! Tangent!]