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Last night I attempted to make chicken pot pie. I say attempted because I somehow screwed it up and the recipe only called for four ingredients. I think the problem was not so much me, but actually the can placement at Kroger. Somehow I grabbed the can of “cream of chicken soup VERDE” instead of the regular cream of chicken soup. In case you’re like me and had no idea, apparently “cream of chicken soup VERDE” means that it’s full of peppers.

While the addition of the peppers didn’t make the chicken pot pie taste bad, I made sure I waited until after my fiance said something about the heat before I tried explaining what had happened. I was kind of hoping she wouldn’t notice that her mouth was burning and she was working up a sweat eating dinner.

This is what the Yahoo! weather widget that I have on my desktop is telling me the weather is right now. I really hope it’s wrong.

Today is Heather’s birthday, and to celebrate I’ve been making strawberry cupcakes all night. Two things I learned while making these said cupcakes; 1. I don’t really enjoy cooking/baking and 2. strawberry cake mix bears a very strong resemblance to the pink ectoplasm ooze from Ghostbusters 2.

I AIN’T AFRAID OF NO GHOST!

This morning I went into BP to grab a diet Mountain Dew and a clif bar before heading to work. You could imagine my surprise when I realized that the BP by my house no longer carries energy/protein bars ie: clif bars. What was I to do? I was really looking forward to eating a clif bar while drinking my coffee at work*.

Since stopping again was just out of the question, I decided to get a bacon, egg, & cheese biscuit. Let me tell you that the crappy gas station bacon, egg, & cheese biscuit was just not the same. I had to eat that stupid biscuit in the car because it would have gotten cold by the time I got to work and therefore, I had nothing to eat with my coffee at work.  Since the BP by my house no longer carries clif bars, I’ll no longer be shopping with them in the morning. I might even stop shopping with them all the time, if I can make it to Exxon without running out of gas**.

*A clif bar and coffee in the morning, while at work, makes for an awesome breakfast.

**This gas station has been pissing me off lately anyway, so I’ve just been looking for a reasonable excuse to no longer shop there.  

The hem on a pair of my work slacks came loose a couple of weeks ago and since then I’ve been meaning to sew it back up. Since I’ve yet to get around to it, I’ve just been folding it under and ironing it down. It hasn’t been a problem, it’s just been driving me insane because I knew that it was messed up and I needed to fix it.

We’ll today I finally decided to do something about it. Instead of breaking out the needle and thread like I should have done, a much easier, “quick fix” came to mind. A few drops of super glue and a hot iron and I was back in business. I’m not sure how long that it’ll hold, but since it only took me all of one minute to fix, I’m not that worried about it. I’ve still got tons of super glue left.

Now that I’ve graduated and work full time, I’m always in an office environment. Since then I’ve starting hearing a lot of new words. The one word that I hear and see most is ”Mitigate”.

Mitigate - lessen or to try to lessen the seriousness or extent of. ex: I’d like to mitigate the amount of time I spend in traffic everyday.

So there’s your secret word for the day. Remember, if you hear the word “mitigate”, you have scream real loud like they used to do on Pee Wee’s Playhouse.

Yesterday at the 5k, one of the drink stations was handing out beer in little plastic cups. I grab one and start running. First drink, “Mmm surprisingly refreshing”. I run a little more. Second drink, “Cough! GAG! Cough! Cough!”.

Apparently beer doesn’t travel well when you’re running. Also it didn’t help that almost all of it went up my nose instead of my in my mouth. At least now I know that drinking beer while running is a bad idea.  

As I went to drop off some things at the “fake goodwill” in Murfreesboro today, I almost yelled at an old lady. However, since yelling at an old lady is one of those things that might cause karma to strike you down where you stand, I decided not too.

In my defense I believe that my need for yelling was justified. I had a trunk load of things that I had been meaning to drop off. When I pulled up, I popped my trunk, carried the first load in, and dropped it into the donation bin. As I was walking back with a second load, an old lady pulled up on the other side of the entrance* and rolled the donation bin right out to her car. Standing there for a minute with a load of donations in my hands and realizing what had just happened, I sort of got a little annoyed. This is the part where I thought about yelling at the old woman. Especially since she looked at me and saw me with an arm load of donations as she wheeled the donation bin the other way.

Since it’s been decided earlier that yelling at old women is wrong, I just set all my donations there in the floor. I figure if someone has a problem with me not putting my stuff that I’m giving to them for free in the proper bin, they can take it up with that old woman.

*The building used to be a Food Lion so there were two entrances, one on the right and one on the left. FYI: It’s a long walk and way out of the way to walk to the other entrance.

To save you the time of watching every Titans football game this season, I’ve broken down what I think is going to happen. Perhaps it’ll free up you Sundays for the next couple of weeks. You can thank me later.

• N.Y. Jets (W)
• San Diego (L) 
• Miami (W)
• Dallas (W)
• Indianapolis (L) 
• Washington (W)
• Houston (W)
• Jacksonville (W)
• Baltimore (L)
• Philadelphia (L)
• N.Y. Giants (W)
• Indianapolis (L)
• Houston (W)
• Jacksonville (W)
• Buffalo (W)
• New England (L) 

Final Total W=10 L= 6

On Saturday Kati and I are running in the “I Race For The Party” 5k in Nashville. I’m not quite in the half marathon running shape that I was in a few months ago, but I think I can handle the 3.1 mile course.

This would be a perfect time for me to mention that I’ve decided to start training to win 5ks. To do that I figured that I need to be able to run 4 miles in 20 minutes. That’s going to be a pace of 5 minutes a mile. While I know that this is going to be ridiculously hard, I’m giving myself 4 months to do this. In the end, that’s the amount of time that it took for me to train to run a half marathon.

Why do this you ask? Well because 1st place in the 5k that we’re running on Saturday is $300 and there always seems to be a 5k going on every other weekend. I’m thinking, “Why not get payed for something I enjoy”.