key lime pie recipe

Ingredients:

1 Container of Yoplait Key Lime Pie yogurt

1 or 2 Oreos, crushed

Mix crushed Oreo(s) into container of Key Lime Pie yogurt; stir and enjoy.

I hope you all aren't too put off by my sophistication in the culinary arts. I love this snack because it is reminiscent of the key lime pie my mother makes with an Oreo crust. The inclusion of this 'recipe' is a joke, yes, but not an entirely accurate representation of my cooking/baking skills. I do love to bake, but I really haven't made the time for it. Or, when I get the urge to make cookies, I find that I am out of milk, eggs, etc., and am too lazy to run to the store (or rather, 'Han-Dee Mart,' down the street from 'Ho-Made Pies.' God bless DeSoto). The most pathetic part is that I ate all my Oreos yesterday, so now I am suffering through Oreo-less key lime pie yogurt. I suppose I will live.

In other news, I am reading Othello for the first time, and I am pretty sure that I am the only person to make it out of high school and an undergraduate English program without having read it. I am enjoying it, but had to spend the greater part of the evening reading it - it's not going as quickly as the other Shakespeare plays I've read this semester. 

For awhile, I couldn't find anything that scared my cat, Holden. He's unfazed by the vacuum, shower, and other sorts of loud and/or wet things. However, as I was opening a bottle of club soda the other day (my new obsession), I noticed that Holden was disturbed and frightened by the loud fizzing, and when the bottle sprayed and he was doused with club soda, he writhed and wriggled like a demon being splashed with holy water. While it is somewhat sad and pathetic, it really was quite funny... and really, club soda? I would think that the vacuum, or something larger and more powerful, would pose a much greater threat. He is so silly.

Alright, off to bed... tomorrow marks another wonderful day in the world of teaching, office hours, classes, and all the other trimmings of graduate school life... 

old age comes at a bad time.

I want to take a moment here to congratulate one of my best friends, Corinne, and her husband Bob on their new baby, Jaxon Richard Reggio. He was born on Sunday, and was seven pounds, three ounces, and 19 inches long. I'm really looking forward to going home and meeting him! This is my first close friend to have a child, which is really surreal, yet awesome. Corinne and Bob are going to be great parents... I look forward to seeing Jaxon grow up! It's strange, because Corinne is my 'first' friend; we met when I was five years old and she was six. We were pretty much babies ourselves. I guess Jaxon's birth, coupled with other events, have made me feel really old lately. First of all, I was walking to the library, and saw a flyer for some bar in town having a 90's party... you know you are getting old when the decade you grew up in is becoming 'nostalgia-ized.' Then, some undergrad almost ran into me the other day when I was carrying a pile of library books, and my kneejerk utterance was, 'Fucking kids.' Really, Julie? Wow. And this fall saw my brothers off to high school and kindergarten, respectively. It doesn't seem like that long ago that I started high school, and now Alex is there, eight years my junior. I realize that this is just the beginning of feeling old, but I didn't realize it would start when I was 23... 

a little bit of Stanhope to brighten your day.

Doug Stanhope is quickly becoming one of my favorite comedians/political commentators. Here's a nice tidbit he posted on MySpace that I'd like to pass along to my small, yet captive, audience:

If you want to toppl​e the gover​nment​,​ stay out of the arts,​ stop writi​ng poems​ or songs​ and comed​y bits.​.​.​

Get into the ranks​ of the polic​e,​ the FBI, CIA, polit​ics,​ big busin​ess,​ big oil, the upper​-​ranks​ of the milit​ary,​ etc - Make your life a long-​term "​Punk'​d"​ who can event​ually​ turn Serpi​co.​

You knee-​jerk,​ pomp'​n'​circu​mshit​ scumf​ucks who dont mind getti​ng tear-​gasse​d at WTO prote​sts but wont go so far as to spend​ twent​y years​ in the syste​m so as to turn coats​ and blow it out when its most neede​d - wear your plast​ic cuffs​ the way I mastu​rbate​ a penis​ limpe​d by cocai​ne.​ All show with no payof​f.​

One cop on the force​ who is on our side is more worth​ than a thous​and "​Fuck you I wont Do What you Tell Me " dance​rs-​with-​gasma​sks at a telev​ised event​s.​

The cause​ will not be helpe​d until​ you turn them on their​ ear using​ their​ own tacti​cs with bette​r skill​.​

Okay then.​.​.​

stanh​ope