Mounds or Almond Joy?

Sometimes I feel like taking the elevator. Its usually when I'm lethargic and my brain is weary from a full days work. The elevator is a welcomed pause between work and deciding what to eat for supper.

Other days I feel energetic and the elevator seems like a slow way to get to the parking lot. I have the option of taking the stairs from my basement office up and out the front of the building, but the elevator leads to a door that lets out directly into the parking lot. Thus going around from the front of the building to the parking lot seems counter-productive.

The door to the stairs right next to the elevator seem so inviting, except that there is a large sign that reads: WARNING, fire alarm will sound if this door is opened. The embarrassment of setting off the fire alarm simply because I was too impatient to wait for the elevator door to open just isn't my style.

The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence isn't it?

Chip Mintster

I've found that I like places that let you make your food anyway you want it. (eg. Chipotle, Subway, BD's Mongolian Barbeque)

Last night Nick's parents treated us to Coldstone Creamery ice cream. You choose your base ice cream and then all the topping you want added to it. They take it all and mix it up on a "cold stone". It was some of the creamiest smoothest ice cream I've ever had. Yum! Yum!

If you had a choice between food that following some else's recipe and food that you choose ingredients as you go along, which would you prefer?


I got up way too early this morning. Filo walked on me and woke me up and then I couldn't get back to sleep. That was at 4:30am.

This post is in Tribute to Tamara, who has recently been contemplating not posting.

I will now argue my point in why I post on Xanga. By way of explanation I will start with the beginnings. Several of my friends have blogs on Xanga. Some told me I should join and begin a blog. I resisted reasoning that I didn't want the added responsibility. I felt that if I started a blog I would have to make it something special, it would have to be filled with things worth reading. My friends would carry on conversations about what they had posted on their blogs and I would feel left out. So I started to read the blogs, and I found it to be a great way to be updated on my friend's lives. But the final straw was that I wanted to comment. DOWNSIDES ----> can be a MAJOR time waster. I find myself looking at blogs when I'm bored, and hopping from site to site following comments.

Now for something completely different.

9th grade I was homeschooled
10th grade I went to Waldwick, an SDA day junior academy
11th and 12th to Blue Mountain Academy, a boarding school.

I had this idea when I was in the 10th grade that I wanted to attend Public school for a year, and then to a boarding school the next, so i would four different types of schooling for my high school -- just to see what it was like. My Mom said I should if I really wanted to. I was afraid to attend the public school down the street from where we lived on Staten Island, mostly because my only notion of what N.Y.C. public schools were like was from watching TV. So I ended up going to BMA for two years. I have fond memories of BMA, and on the whole I would say it was a good experience for me. Though if I could have done something differently I would have rather have been a village student. (though I must say I had great roommates).

The reason for reminicing is that BMA threw a mini-reunion/fundraiser at the Alumni House last night. It turned out to be more enjoyable than I thought it would be. I saw people that I knew that I wasn't aware were alumni of BMA. And it was good to know that BMA's enrollment was expected to be 250 this fall (when I was there it hovered around 200). They were fundraising for some big projects, one of which is to update the sewer system, which they were told to do by May of 2006.

So this brings the question, do I give them money? Do I support what they are trying to do? If I had lots of money, sure I'd give them some. But I'm poor (not as poor as some, but I'm definately not swimming in the stuff). What would I go without so that students can attend BMA?

Donating to your alma mater always seemed like someone else's job--those people that are listed in the annual report--their job. But now I wonder, -