For giggles, here is a chronicle of everything I did after noon on Sunday.
I left for Des Moines, to a destination I shall keep secret until later on in this post. As I prepared my iPod for the drive, I noticed my car zombie was feeling crushed under the weight of student loans.
I sat on University Avenue, waiting for the light to change so I could pass the gargantuan AE cow statues and head into downtown. I took a blind photo out my window, hoping to capture the Latin King restaurant sign. I missed. Still got a nice shot though.
What better way to celebrate Zombie Jesus Day than to eat at Zombieburger? As I've said before, there are a few instances where I sacrifice my comfort to the gluten gods and enjoy the food I love. I decided today would be one of those instances.
They're Coming To Get You Barbara, Double Tap, no onions. MMMmmmmmm....
Okay, that's the last of the photos. The rest will be sans-photo-commentary.
Went to Hy-Vee. Chicken was on sale, so I bought several packages. Dodged the over-zealous sample lady near the meat counter and got about a pound of ahi tuna. Contemplated buying more fish, but decided against it. Went a little crazy in the fruit aisle - grapes, bananas, oranges and pears. Bought some olives, and sang Dan Bern's "Messiah" to myself. (I spent ten whole days in Jerusalem... mmmm Jerusalem.... sweet Jerusalem... and all I ate was olives.... lots of olives.... mountains of olives... it was a good ten days... I like olives! I like you too... so when I tell you that I love you, don't test my love. Accept my love. Don't test my love. 'Cuz maybe I don't love ya all that much...)
Got a call from Steve. He asked me to buy some more strawberry jam for the un-bread we made a few days ago. He asked for Smuckers, but upon reading the label I realized the main ingredient was high fructose corn syrup so I bought strawberry preserves instead. Headed over the the veggies, and bought as many as I could stand. I hate vegetables. Rounded out my cart with a few bottles of Naked juice (Orange Carrot, Gold Machine, and Acai Machine) - wanted to buy more, but holy moly those things are expensive!
Got questioned about my VFFs while waiting in line. Bagger boy put my fruit in the same bag as my chicken, which upset me greatly. I hate it when they do that. I thought that was covered in Bagging 101... do not bag raw meat with other produce. Don't bag cleaning products with food. Don't bag delicate items underneath heavy items, lest they get squished. Grand total, $43.67.
Got home, unloaded groceries. Told Steve how excited I was that I bought healthy food, and resisted the urge to buy the discounted bags of Mini Eggs. Steve was not happy with my strawberry preserves... I think he likes the taste of high fructose corn syrup.
Suddenly he remembered that his mom had given us an Easter gift, and ran out to his car muttering something about "it" melting. The bag contained treats for the dogs, some wooden bowls and wooden spoons, and a ton of Easter candy. Argh, so much for eating healthy. I decided to let Steve take all the candy, save for the bag of jelly beans I saw hidden in the bottom of the bag. Evidently Steve saw them too, because he grabbed the bag and exclaimed, "No one likes jelly beans, so I'll just eat these first to get them out of the way!" Snarf. Sigh. There went my dreams of eating those jelly beans. For the record, I actually do like jelly beans.
Did dishes. Cleaned the kitchen. Watched the dogs play in the yard. Internet.
Left for Des Moines... again. This time I brought Jayne.
Arrived at Gray's Lake. Had a nice 6-mile walk with Aryn and Rocket. I'm really liking my VFF Komodosports... no blisters! The weather was perfect, the crowds of people thinned out around 7pm, and we didn't get as many asinine comments directed our way as usual. Saw a woman almost rollerblade off the dock and into the lake, but she caught herself in time. Sort of wish she hadn't, because it would have been funny if she'd had made it into the lake.
Rocket and Jayne still love each other. It's nice to have two males that don't try to kill each other. Jayne's butt muscles are almost as big as Rocket's, hooray!
Got home. Let dogs out. Pondered if I should be really dumb and do my C25K run, even though I'd just walked 6 miles and my legs were sore. The Leah of three weeks ago wouldn't have gone running - she'd have sat down on the sofa and watched a movie before going to bed.
Kaylee and I went running.
Got home, realized that my legs were about ready to fall off, took some painkillers and made some ice packs. Ate a few olives. Steve got home from work early and commented that eating olives by themselves is sad and disgusting. I told him I didn't care, and that I'd always eaten olives by themselves. Amazing that we've known each other for so many years, and he never knew until tonight that I love eating olives straight from the can.
Heard the foster kitties raising a ruckus downstairs. I went down to investigate. Jacques and Pierre were sticking their furry orange little paws into the foster cats' kennel and stealing their food. I moved the foster kitties to a new crate so my kitties would have a harder time stealing their food.
Started this blog post. It's now 12:37am, and I'm going to bed.