This ain't no McKeldin Mall

So, today, as you all know, was Free Cone Day at Ben and Jerry's. This is a glorious day of the year, where we can pick our favorite flavors for free! So, with Lent over, and the free scoop planned into my damn diet, I headed on over to the BJs in the Old Post Office Pavilion. The line was long, but briskly moving, so our wait was short. I quickly got my scoop of Strawberry-Kiwi Sorbet (28 carbs, 0 protein, 0 fat, and 110 calories per half cup) in a sugar cone that I would not be eating and waited for the rest of my party. I took a couple of licks, decided sorbet was pretty good (no Chubby Hubby, but really what is?) and then we were on our way back to the office. Not 5 licks later... the ENTIRE scoop of ice cream fell off of the cone and onto the sidewalk (the same sidewalk I saw Pacey). There were mere dribbles of sorbet left on the cone. I didn’t even have the chance to pack any into the cone with the few licks that I had taken. I stared longingly at the cone and at the scoop on the ground. But since I am an adult now and not just a college student, I did not pick any off of the ground to eat (not that the suggestion wasn't made by others in the group with me).

I don't know how I feel about this whole "adult" thing.

Oh also, do I have to count the scoop on the diet? Seriously, I had like 10 licks.

Sweatshop

You might think this was going to be a witty post about the gym; either that or some entreaty to not buy products from Wal-Mart or Kathie Lee or some such... but then you obviously don't know me or my blog.

No this is about my working conditions for the past 3 hours.

As you know I work for the Federal Government, in a very nice, very large, Federal Government building. Sadly though, my floor has no windows. We do have some skylights, but those are only around the edges of the floor, not really close to where anyone sits.

Often time the service center that I work for is referred to as "sweatshop" because we do the most actions or any of the 4 service centers in my division.

Today, this was especially true, but not because of the work. Today it is because we had no lights. NO LIGHTS.

No lights + No windows = I am writing this entry by the glow of my computer screen.

Sweatshop. I wonder, would the union approve of these conditions?

There's a snake in my boots!

So, seriously? I had the weirdest dream ever last night. It began fairly normally, I was on in a tour group hunting rattlesnakes. Okay, so maybe it didn't even begin normally, but that is how all of these stories start out. I am not really sure why we were looking for rattlesnakes, but that is what we were doing.

Anyway, I was in a tour group and we were looking for rattlesnakes and we were riding on one of those little kid trains (the kind that you see at theme parks - you know the ones that each car is only big enough to fit one kid, but they don't have any sort of top to them) through the desert, but without any sort of track. For some reason I was the only one being bitten. Nothing bad was happening to me, but I really didn't appreciate them biting me.

At this point I want to mention that I knew the entire time it was a dream; and I was thinking "Man, what a strange dream this is." And yet, I did not wake up.

So, we return to the farm/zoo where we apparently began our tour. We (no one else in my dream had a face, and I didn't get any impressions on who the other people were) decided, again for reasons beyond me, that the rattle snakes were attracted to blood. Therefore, we got a bag of blood (imagine the kind of bags the Red Cross uses when you donate blood) and started spreading it around the farm/zoo to attract the rattle snakes. This served two purposes, 1) to attract them so we could see them and 2) keep them from biting us. The only other impression I got at this point is that the snakes would hurt the other animals that were there. But, then I convinced myself they would be fine since they were high enough off of the ground (some were in like rabbit coops).

That was pretty much the end of my dream. If anyone would like to interpret it for me, please feel free. But, I already know I am crazy.


PS - The title is from Toy Story. In the dream I was wearing shorts and flip-flops. Definitely not appropriate snake hunting attire.