So, if you know me, you know I am OBSESSED with pumpkin seeds. Well, really I am some what like a bird because I really like seeds/nuts in general, but pumpkin seeds are by far my favorite. I have decided that a review of the different kinds of pumpkin seeds is an excellent idea. So here it is:
1) Karr's Pumpkin Seeds. So, I have never seen these outside of Bart Mart but they are the best pumpkin seeds I have ever tried. They are HUUUUGGEEE, slightly excessively salty and you never get a bad seed. They are cheap too! I only wish I knew where to buy them now that I am out of Hyde Park.
2) Walgreen's Select Pumpkin Seeds. So, pumpkin seeds are a shitty obsession because you have to work so hard to get them, or maybe that is what makes them an obsession? Anyway -- of course only some Walgreen's carry these pumpkin seeds but they come in a VERY close second. Really, my only issue with them is the fact that bag is like 1/3 the size of the Karr's bag. However, they are more moderately salty than Karr's so that is a major advantage for them. Basically, its almost a tie, but because I am American -- I go for quantity.
3) David's Pumpkin Seeds. So, Davids are definitely the best sunflower seeds out there, but their pumpkin seeds leave a lot to be desired. They are very small, have almost no salt the bag is the size of a peanut! These are for last resort only.
But the A #1 BEST PUMPKIN SEEDS EVER are of course my own. Mmmm...the real reason to love fall. Not only do you get to dig your hand around in a gross pumpkin (which is AWESOME) you get to then eat the delicious fruits of your labor. Personally, I like to bake mine with a little butter, water and garlic salt. I might try branching out this year and making some in different flavors -- maybe even something spicy, who knows? But, if you really want amazing pumpkin seeds you are just gonna have to brown nose me around October 31st.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
I just ate soup
It is yet another day at work with nothing to do. Shit. My boss is out of town which leaves me with a pretty much wide open day. My work is all quick turn around FIX THIS NOW shit so if he is not here, its really hard for me to fill my day.
Additionally, nothing new/ridiculous has happened to me, so I don't even have something to write about. Oh, actually -- I filed the paperwork today to sue a (former) friend in small claims court. It is unfortunate that it had to come to this, because in the end it is going to cost her significantly more than if she had just paid me in the first place.
This friend decided to take over the lease to my apartment after I moved out upon graduating...and I agreed to sell her my furniture. Seems simple enough, right? Well, this girl and her future roommate had to come THREE different times to see the furniture we were selling. The first time she said she would take it all, then the next time only some of it and the final time she came up with a drastically reduced list of things she wanted. Basically just the expensive stuff like the AC/TV/kitchen stuff... Whatever, fine with me. I told her she could have the rest of it for free because at the point it was June 13 -- the day before my graduation and my move out so I didn't really have time to move/sell it.
She shows up with her check that evening and we let her move a bunch of her shit in to our place to store since she was moving out of the dorms. Well we expected she would show up at a certain time and then take around an hour -- oh no, she showed up 45 minutes late and stayed for 2 1/2 hours while our parents (who were all in town for graduation) waited on them to finish up. They scattered their shit EVERYWHERE making a total disaster out of our apartment when we still were living there. And this first gave us a check for the first part of the money and promised to mail one the next day to us.
The next day was graduation and my graduation party so I was busy from around 9am to about 8pm with family stuff -- including the big party my parents threw for me. That didn't stop my friend and her roommate from calling/texting ALL DAY trying to get into the apartment that they couldn't legally access until the next day when their lease started. I wasn't in HP and had no plans to go back since I had turned in my keys to MAC already and moved out all my stuff so I told her that I couldn't help her and she needed to ask my other roommate. While, my other roommate had stuff she was doing as well and wasn't able to make it back to Hyde Park, but that didn't stop this friend from continually bothering both of us all day to try to get into the apartment.
Well, obviously she never sent me the additional money. But around two weeks later she did leave my roommate a message saying (and this really is real, I know it's hard to believe -- but its real) paraphrased:
"Hey (roommate), so I just got my bed frame and took an hour putting it together -- and the mattress won't fit. I guess I bought a double frame. So, do you want to refund me the cost of the mattress or buy me a new frame?"
Um, hell no. You haven't even paid for everything yet and you made a mistake that we should pay for? I think not.
So we sent them an e-mail requesting the remainder of the money. 5 days goes by and no response. So, I send them another e-mail, 4 more days go by and no response. So, I sent them a notice of intent to sue giving them 10 days to pay us or we would file in court. And I get a response that says she's been too busy to sift through "each and every e-mail in the reg." and "Money is not an issue. It is purely principle that we are upset about."
Uh, what principle? The principle that you are spoiled brats and didn't feel like paying after you got all of our furniture and we went out of our way to help you?
Yeah, this makes me so grateful for small claims.
Additionally, nothing new/ridiculous has happened to me, so I don't even have something to write about. Oh, actually -- I filed the paperwork today to sue a (former) friend in small claims court. It is unfortunate that it had to come to this, because in the end it is going to cost her significantly more than if she had just paid me in the first place.
This friend decided to take over the lease to my apartment after I moved out upon graduating...and I agreed to sell her my furniture. Seems simple enough, right? Well, this girl and her future roommate had to come THREE different times to see the furniture we were selling. The first time she said she would take it all, then the next time only some of it and the final time she came up with a drastically reduced list of things she wanted. Basically just the expensive stuff like the AC/TV/kitchen stuff... Whatever, fine with me. I told her she could have the rest of it for free because at the point it was June 13 -- the day before my graduation and my move out so I didn't really have time to move/sell it.
She shows up with her check that evening and we let her move a bunch of her shit in to our place to store since she was moving out of the dorms. Well we expected she would show up at a certain time and then take around an hour -- oh no, she showed up 45 minutes late and stayed for 2 1/2 hours while our parents (who were all in town for graduation) waited on them to finish up. They scattered their shit EVERYWHERE making a total disaster out of our apartment when we still were living there. And this first gave us a check for the first part of the money and promised to mail one the next day to us.
The next day was graduation and my graduation party so I was busy from around 9am to about 8pm with family stuff -- including the big party my parents threw for me. That didn't stop my friend and her roommate from calling/texting ALL DAY trying to get into the apartment that they couldn't legally access until the next day when their lease started. I wasn't in HP and had no plans to go back since I had turned in my keys to MAC already and moved out all my stuff so I told her that I couldn't help her and she needed to ask my other roommate. While, my other roommate had stuff she was doing as well and wasn't able to make it back to Hyde Park, but that didn't stop this friend from continually bothering both of us all day to try to get into the apartment.
Well, obviously she never sent me the additional money. But around two weeks later she did leave my roommate a message saying (and this really is real, I know it's hard to believe -- but its real) paraphrased:
"Hey (roommate), so I just got my bed frame and took an hour putting it together -- and the mattress won't fit. I guess I bought a double frame. So, do you want to refund me the cost of the mattress or buy me a new frame?"
Um, hell no. You haven't even paid for everything yet and you made a mistake that we should pay for? I think not.
So we sent them an e-mail requesting the remainder of the money. 5 days goes by and no response. So, I send them another e-mail, 4 more days go by and no response. So, I sent them a notice of intent to sue giving them 10 days to pay us or we would file in court. And I get a response that says she's been too busy to sift through "each and every e-mail in the reg." and "Money is not an issue. It is purely principle that we are upset about."
Uh, what principle? The principle that you are spoiled brats and didn't feel like paying after you got all of our furniture and we went out of our way to help you?
Yeah, this makes me so grateful for small claims.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Well, I'm no longer in Greece...
but strange shit still keeps happening to me, so I figured it was easier to just write about here than start a whole new blog.
Quick update on my life: I graduated college in June '08, started a real grown up office job and moved into the sweetest apartment ever in Ukrainian Village in July '08 and we still don't have any furniture.
Now on to the more ridiculous minutiae of my life.
I've been seeing a (VERY) Greek boy for about 2 weeks now. In my book, that does not mean we are exclusive or, even that we are dating, we're just enjoying getting to know each other and testing the ground for a possible future relationship. That is perfectly reasonable, right?
Well, last night I agreed to go get dinner with Greek Boy and his friend, as well as my roommate. I explained that I had to be up early for work the next day, and I had a project to finish that night so I had to make it an early evening. He agrees to pick me up at seven for dinner. Naive me, I think that means he actually heard what I said and intends to respect my wishes. Of course not.
First, he shows up at 10 minutes to 8pm, at which point I am already considering canceling because this is going to go later than I intended. Then he informs me that we are going to Gameworks, which is just like Dave and Busters but "WAY BETTER!". Cool.
So, we start driving north, and then 1/2 and hour later we are still driving north. So I ask,
"Where exactly is this place?"
"Oh, It's only like 15 more minutes his friend responds."
15 minutes of driving West later, we are in Evanston. Ok? The suburbs?? So, again I ask, Where is this place? And I finally get a straight answer -- Woodfield Mall. Now, I know Woodfield is somewhere in the suburbs, but I don't really remember at this point I am getting very concerned. As my date is seeming increasingly intoxicated from drinking out of a Big Gulp. How is that possible, I'm thinking? Oh right, I'm an idiot. Apparently he is still a frat boy who needs to "pregame" activities at 27 fucking years old. AND THEN DRIVE ME.
So, at this point I am sure we are going to die in a drunk driving crash, or at the very least be trapped with two drunk guys in a Lexus SUV. By the time we reach Gameworks we've been in the car for over an hour. Its past 9pm, my roommate and I are starving and we both wish we were already back home.
Finally we get inside Gameworks, my roommate and I both eat, but neither of the guys do because they don't want to "ruin their buzz." WHERE DO I FIND THESE PEOPLE??? They proceed to drink 3 hennesy and cokes each, while my roommate and I try and hold a conversation with them. I did say, Look, I have to go back soon. I have work tomorrow and a project to finish tonight. I can't stay here late with you."
And Greek Boy responds "I planned this on purpose. You always set time limits on our dates and I HATE IT. This way I get to hang out with you longer."
Ok, that would be beyond charming and romantic if we were IN CAVEMAN TIMES. I have a job that is very time consuming, high powered (at least in my own head) but important to me and my own complete life -- but thank goodness a big strong man came by to sweep me off my feet and drag me to Gameworks?!?! No thanks.
We finish eating, but they are no where near done drinking and by now it 10:30pm. Finally, I put my foot down and say "We have to leave by 10:45. (My Roommate) and I cannot stay any longer."
Of course he starts pouting and I get pissed because this is beyond ridiculous. Luckily, his friend realizes that Greek Boy is pushing his luck and we better go. On the way out, my roommate the friend head out first, so Greek Boy and I are walking out together, and he grabs me once they've walked away to quiz me about who else I am dating. And proceeds to tell me this story:
"I have 5 other girls calling me, begging me to sleep with them. I don't call them back, I don't text them since I met you. You know why? I REALLY LIKE YOU. They are texting me saying (Greek Boy) just come over for a little while tonight. Please! But I still say no."
So I responded, "So, call them back? I'm not about to start begging you for shit."
And obviously that didn't go over well. We finally get out to the car and he is driving like a, oh , I don't know, drunk driver, weaving between cars, going way too fast and just generally being reckless while TEXTING. (no way was I going to rise to that bait)
When we finally get back to my place at 11:45pm (which is definitely past my work night bedtime -- sorry if I'm lame, but I gotta get up early) he then starts telling me "I wanna go inside wit u." over and over.
So I respond "No." over and over.
He says, "I don't understand whats with this no all the time?"
"Well, you'd better get used to it."
And then I go inside. Haven't heard from him all day today, but he is definitely going to have to seriously change tactics if he intends to ever see me again.
And that is just the beginning of the ridiculous saga that is my life.
Quick update on my life: I graduated college in June '08, started a real grown up office job and moved into the sweetest apartment ever in Ukrainian Village in July '08 and we still don't have any furniture.
Now on to the more ridiculous minutiae of my life.
I've been seeing a (VERY) Greek boy for about 2 weeks now. In my book, that does not mean we are exclusive or, even that we are dating, we're just enjoying getting to know each other and testing the ground for a possible future relationship. That is perfectly reasonable, right?
Well, last night I agreed to go get dinner with Greek Boy and his friend, as well as my roommate. I explained that I had to be up early for work the next day, and I had a project to finish that night so I had to make it an early evening. He agrees to pick me up at seven for dinner. Naive me, I think that means he actually heard what I said and intends to respect my wishes. Of course not.
First, he shows up at 10 minutes to 8pm, at which point I am already considering canceling because this is going to go later than I intended. Then he informs me that we are going to Gameworks, which is just like Dave and Busters but "WAY BETTER!". Cool.
So, we start driving north, and then 1/2 and hour later we are still driving north. So I ask,
"Where exactly is this place?"
"Oh, It's only like 15 more minutes his friend responds."
15 minutes of driving West later, we are in Evanston. Ok? The suburbs?? So, again I ask, Where is this place? And I finally get a straight answer -- Woodfield Mall. Now, I know Woodfield is somewhere in the suburbs, but I don't really remember at this point I am getting very concerned. As my date is seeming increasingly intoxicated from drinking out of a Big Gulp. How is that possible, I'm thinking? Oh right, I'm an idiot. Apparently he is still a frat boy who needs to "pregame" activities at 27 fucking years old. AND THEN DRIVE ME.
So, at this point I am sure we are going to die in a drunk driving crash, or at the very least be trapped with two drunk guys in a Lexus SUV. By the time we reach Gameworks we've been in the car for over an hour. Its past 9pm, my roommate and I are starving and we both wish we were already back home.
Finally we get inside Gameworks, my roommate and I both eat, but neither of the guys do because they don't want to "ruin their buzz." WHERE DO I FIND THESE PEOPLE??? They proceed to drink 3 hennesy and cokes each, while my roommate and I try and hold a conversation with them. I did say, Look, I have to go back soon. I have work tomorrow and a project to finish tonight. I can't stay here late with you."
And Greek Boy responds "I planned this on purpose. You always set time limits on our dates and I HATE IT. This way I get to hang out with you longer."
Ok, that would be beyond charming and romantic if we were IN CAVEMAN TIMES. I have a job that is very time consuming, high powered (at least in my own head) but important to me and my own complete life -- but thank goodness a big strong man came by to sweep me off my feet and drag me to Gameworks?!?! No thanks.
We finish eating, but they are no where near done drinking and by now it 10:30pm. Finally, I put my foot down and say "We have to leave by 10:45. (My Roommate) and I cannot stay any longer."
Of course he starts pouting and I get pissed because this is beyond ridiculous. Luckily, his friend realizes that Greek Boy is pushing his luck and we better go. On the way out, my roommate the friend head out first, so Greek Boy and I are walking out together, and he grabs me once they've walked away to quiz me about who else I am dating. And proceeds to tell me this story:
"I have 5 other girls calling me, begging me to sleep with them. I don't call them back, I don't text them since I met you. You know why? I REALLY LIKE YOU. They are texting me saying (Greek Boy) just come over for a little while tonight. Please! But I still say no."
So I responded, "So, call them back? I'm not about to start begging you for shit."
And obviously that didn't go over well. We finally get out to the car and he is driving like a, oh , I don't know, drunk driver, weaving between cars, going way too fast and just generally being reckless while TEXTING. (no way was I going to rise to that bait)
When we finally get back to my place at 11:45pm (which is definitely past my work night bedtime -- sorry if I'm lame, but I gotta get up early) he then starts telling me "I wanna go inside wit u." over and over.
So I respond "No." over and over.
He says, "I don't understand whats with this no all the time?"
"Well, you'd better get used to it."
And then I go inside. Haven't heard from him all day today, but he is definitely going to have to seriously change tactics if he intends to ever see me again.
And that is just the beginning of the ridiculous saga that is my life.
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