May 8th--Fanta aftertaste

1. I love Fanta. Keep this in mind so you don't get me wrong when I say that it leaves a weird aftertaste. I don't like that, but it doesn't keep me from coming back for more. Fanta in America tastes like any other orange soda. What makes people choose one soda over another sode that is exactly the same? Why does it matter if you're drinking Fanta vs. Orange Slice? It is just because Fanta was maybe on sale? Or maybe it wasn't and you want people to know how highfalootin' you are. I said "highfalootin'"
2. International visitors are, well, visiting. It's like Christmas, all the presents they've brung! I will definately miss this aspect of the job. (P.S. I said "brung" on purpose, knowing it isn't correct grammar.)
3. I wish apples came with those...what's the word I'm looking for...perforated lines. Wouldn't that be SO much more convenient? I hate eating apples whole. I always get all sticky and it's just awkward. If they came perforated, I could just pull off my apple slice, sprinkle a little salt atop and go to town. Far fewer apples would go soft sitting on my desk at work if this were the case.
4. Free lunch for the next 3 days. I'm so happy we have international ferns here. Refer to number 2.
5. I don't remember a time when I wasn't tired. I'm sure it existed, pre-mommyhood, but I have no recollection of said time in my life. I don't even know what I did before we had Jack. Did I do nothing? Did I just go shopping everyday? (The Boy would say YES) I really just don't remember.
6. So yesterday, we're driving home from the ma-in-law's house and I saw a man driving this beat up brown huge car with a bumper sticker that said "I'd rather be riding my Harley Davidson." Okay, good and fine, Mr. Tough Guy Harley-Rider, right? Wrong. When we got up a little farther, I saw that he had a doberman ( a tough guy dog) that was licking his mouth. Destroyed all his credibility as a bad arse. Plus, that's gross.
7. Also yesterday, we arrive at church and I see this friend pull into the parking lot in a Jeep Cherokee kind of car but it's jacked up and on these huge tires. It looked ridiculous. The only thing MORE ridiculous is that, in my heart, I call him "Boy Band" because he's all trendy and spiky blond-haired like a Backstreet Boy. So here's this trendy dude in a trashy ride. I was almost able to convince myself that rednecks stole his car and this is how he found it, only he hasn't yet had time to go have it made normal again. I hope I'm right.
8. I've been a contacts-wearing kind of fern these days. It's nice to not be cleaning off glasses all the time. The downside is that I feel more obligated to wear makeup. You can see more easily the dark circles under my eyes.
9. Do you remember how exciting it was to hear the Ice Cream man coming? Maybe it was just me and my sisters, but it was such a great thing when we'd hear the music and we'd start digging in couch cushions and piggy banks for change to buy ice cream. Ahhhh...the magic. What if parents used the Ice Cream man as a ploy to get kids to eat their veggies? They hear the music, there's magically a dollar on their dresser, they run outside and there, attached to the door, is a menu with different vegetables. Would they buy some anyway because they were already so excited? Or would they feel misled. Personally, I'd be ticked.
10. Don't ever let me cut my hair again. I always go through this cycle of cutting my hair off because all I ever do with it is put it in a ponytail. So I chop it. Invariably, it only takes a week for me to be sad that I can't put it in a ponytail. Good grief. Maybe I should just shave it and call it good. (No comments from the peanut gallery, thank you very much!)