July 8, 2008

• Fella graciously put on my new license plates this weekend.  To my horror, my new license number contains a combination of three letters every self-respecting disordered woman dreads: EAT.  Yes folks, the word EAT appears in this fat girl's license plate.  The good thing?  I have a better sense of humor than the DMV.  And it almost looks like I have a vanity plate for which I didn't have to pony up vanity plate dough to get.  Oh--and it has made it easy to memorize plate already!

   

  I don't know why I continue to buy mixed nuts.  Even the fancy variety.  The only nuts I really care about are cashews, pecans, and peanuts (not presented in any particular order).  Most pre-mixed nuts have a glut of one or two nuts in particular.  Usually the non-fancy have too many peanuts.  The fancy variety I've been munching on from Trader Joe's contain WAY too many almonds and hazelnuts (or are they filbert?).  As much as I want to like almonds for their healthful qualities, I just can't get behind them en masse.

   

  I really wish I had chips and salsa packed in my lunch today.  And nacho cheese dip.  That would be way yum.

   

  For the first time (I think ever) Sunday found me dreading coming to work.  Not that work's been bad lately, in fact quite the opposite.  We just had an excellent celebratory lunch for each of our anniversaries with the company, which all fall within a three month-span.  But I'm just really over the drive to work.  It absolutely sucks the life outta me.

   

  I got a Diet Dr. P out of the vending machine.  It's a special edition Indiana Jones can and seems utterly pointless to me.  Can I win something?  Doesn't look like it.  Does the can take me on a wild adventure through an exotic land?  Uh, negative.  So what's the point?  Oh right, pandering to the hoarder--I mean collector of all things Indy.  Eh.

   

  Which brings me to…we saw Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull over the weekend.  It was entertaining, but not as much so as the earlier installments.  The story got a little far-fetched and some of the special effects were too obviously over-produced.  Like the things they added into the old Star Wars movies (which is the lamest thing and biggest travesty in movie history--unless you count colorizing B&W movies, which I am on the fence about).

   

  Although it definitely made me want to head straight for Disneyland and the Indiana Jones ride.  After a ride on the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad to see my pal Kid Dy-na-mite!!!

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