New Cereal

After the death of Waffle Crisp, the horrible makeover of trix, and the collaborative hiding of rice krispies treats cereals, I've had to search for a new standard of morning sugar rush.

Corn Pops. They've been there for a while and they are still solid. Let's hope they don't go away. CP you are my new favorite cereal.

On a side note, today I bought a $70 trash can that had a dent on top. I'm torn on whether to use it or exchange it. Right now my decision is to exchange it. I demand the best.

Disaster!

When it rains, it pours.

Some days, it seems like everything goes wrong. I really try hard sometimes to make things work but fate has it that the more I try, the more disaster strikes.

I can barely count on my fingers the # of things that didn't go as planned this past Monday. We went fishing, by the way. First, I was late by about 2 hrs to the beach. We got stuck in traffic because I made 2 bad turns (btw, whenever you see a long line it's probably a good idea to get in it). Then I realized that we had to walk half a mile to the fishing spot, which is half a mile of me dragging my big fat reclining chair out to the ocean edge. Then I realized I bought a 6' rod instead of a 9' rod, which is kinda necessary for shore fishing. Then I realized I bought freshwater bait and all my gear was pretty useless.

THEN a cloud came and we heard thunder and had to leave the beach an hour after I dropped in.

The rain poured down as we got into our cars and we had to drive back in heavy traffic. The whole time I thought, "wow all the people who decided not to go had more sense than we did."

We ended up eating and playing cards at a local seafood joint. We spent about 2 hrs of quality time whereas it took about 4 hrs of total travel to make it happen. I spilled my wine glass onto my best friend after taking a single sip (I lost pretty badly in Big2). I learned an important lesson. Throughout the entire day I could barely believe how many things went wrong as they did. I planned it a week in advance, yet despite all my worrying things went downhill before we even got to the beach. But the lesson was that I still had a good time. David and I kept talking and staying positive. Evan still laughed. Marc still laughed. The girls, Susie and Marissa, followed suit and obediently played cards with us (Which is rare for girls). Rich and Timmy were both enjoying themselves... and because of this I was encouraged. I think they perceived that I would be disappointed, but I really wasn't. I was just happy to be sharing this moment with my closest friends. After all, disasters make for great stories.

I don't think I've said nearly as much as I should. I should probably get to bed though, I have barely enough time to watch half a TV show and shower nowadays. I will wait for the next time for us to make great stories. Maybe I should pledge to always put friends before myself... so we'll never run out of stories to tell. =)