CALIFORNIA LIVING, CANADIAN MADE
Another week has passed!
So I have another featured special person on my blog again today. It’s my co-worker and friend, Julie!! Isn’t her outfit perfect for her? So sassy. I love it. I had her entire outfit written out but I misplaced the paper I had written it all on. Let’s see how I do…
My OOTWW:
Have a great weekend all!
With work, I do a bit of traveling a few times per month. Traveling meaning driving to the neighboring city to visit the other offices. One day last week my co-op student Patrick, and I were cruising down one of the country roads and had the windows down, music loud and just enjoying the summer.
Here’s the scene: Maroon 5 — Pay Phone, came on the radio.
Patrick and I got to talking about how we never see pay phone’s around anymore. Am I right? I mean seriously, when’s the last time you saw one?
Which got me thinking and I want to tell you a little story. Let’s go back… wayyyy back to my childhood. I don’t think cell phones existed. I remember pagers did before cells. I won a pager off a local radio station and had my parents “buzz” me when they wanted me to call home. I felt like a drug dealer with one of those pagers. So silly.
Okay sorry, getting off topic. Trying to tell you my story of using a pay phone.
I remember back when I was in Junior High (grades 6, 7, 8) and I always went to the movies with some friends. But instead of putting a quarter in the pay phone, calling home to my parents to pick me up for the evening. I dialed ‘0’ and asked the operator if I could make a collect call. If some of you recall, you remember a voice recording came over the phone then and asked “please speak your name – beeep” _______ and it gives a certain amount of time frame to say your first name only.
Let me tell you folks a lil’ somethin’ somethin’ about me.
I was the QUEEN of collect calls. Because during that allotted time frame I managed to speak so fast to tell my parents where I was and when to pick me up. Basically a huge blurting out of “NancyHereComeGetMeAtAvalonMallBye!” Oh I had it right down pat you guys. I even got my friends doing it! I always saved those quarters for my piggy bank, not the pay phone. My parents always wondered how I was always “in the money”.
Now you know a random fact about me…
Another random fact. I’m off to a Charity Golf tournament for work today — a whole day and evening event. Maybe I’ll be participating in some sort of tailgating food? We all know I love me some food.
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My dreams have all come true, and I can now die happy. You guys, I get to review POPCORN!
Are you freaking kidding me? I’m not sure how I lucked into this little number, but I got a pretty sweet gig reviewing some Orville Redenbacher popcorn.
I’m sure many, many of you already know this about me. But when my Boyf’s traveling with work and is away for a few nights, I actually dive right into popcorn and eat it for supper. Not the most healthy meal by any means. But some days I really don’t feel like cooking and I take great advantage of not doing so when I’m home alone. I may have even overdosed on popcorn, and gotten stomach aches from eating too much of it. But I will always go back to you, Mr. Orville Redenbacher!
I’d show you my candy stash drawer at work, but sometimes my Boyfriend reads my blog and I’d be ashamed to show it ;)
Already, one bag of popcorn is missing. I couldn’t even take a photograph of loot before diving in. 4 bags of popcorn!
I was given the choice to choose between four different palettes. Tangy, Rich, Sweet, or Zesty and went with the latter.
The Orville Redenbacher popcorn came in a huge tote bag. The canvas tote was used for our beach towels and we brought along the “missing” popcorn (White Cheddar with Chipotle) on our Canada Day trip to the beach last weekend. Note to self, do not bring your blackberry or any other device you wish to get ruined, on the beach. Boyf’s Ohio State Wallet got soaked lol. How do these things happen?!
The theme was all red, by the looks of it, hey? Check out the items I got!
My Boyfriend is quite conscious of what he puts into his body and for the most part we eat fairly healthy at home. He had a bit of a concern that the popcorn had a lot of oil content in it. But he compared it to the equivalent of eating popcorn at the movie theaters (we always go back for seconds by the way). So it’s all okay in moderation right? I’ll try my best not to devour a bag per week. I need to hide them from myself.
What food are you absolutely obsessed with?