It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time

OMG it's so good...

What is it about peanut butter and jam sandwiches?    Brings me right back to lunchbox days..that squished delight that smelled like bananas because mom happen to pack a banana too...

Kinda gross actually

But it stirs up several sensory memories from childhood.

The smell of the ink from the old style copies the teachers would run off.  Remember those?  They were more purple than black and the smell was unmistakably chemical.  That had to be good for a kid...

We survived :)

The sound of kids hollering and playing, skipping ropes tapping the ground, balls smacking gloves or swooshing hoops.

Feeling the hot sun..and not feeling the cold water..

Gawd I miss being 10.

Few worries, lots of play...

Although...it's kinda still the same.

I do work in a big 'ole dirt pile, and building a water treatment plant is kinda like Legos.

Today the fitter superintendent had a birthday so I brought an ice cream cake.  The Work Brothas sang him happy birthday and they shared.

It was nice.

Picture that a minute...

When we were kids we'd all spin around in circles until we fell down, dizzy as hell.
Now we just partake in adult beverage consumption.  It's similiar.  Less energy required.

Tomorrow we're all meeting after work to play baseball...expect full report Thursday...

I suppose when you start examining things, there's not much difference.

In fact, I might as well face it...all I do is count things and colour all day....

And eat peanut butter and jam sandwiches.

Play nice, share and smile often kids.

I'm a thinker

Every once in awhile I have these revelations.  Typically they emerge from frustration, lack of instant gratification or pure laziness.  And they always start with "we need a thing to do this".

So here we are, at the end of the jar of peanut butter.  And here I am licking the peanut butter off my knuckles.  It's impossible to get the goods out from the bottom of the jar without getting the goo on your hand...unless of course, you use a bigger knife, or long handled spoon. 

But we don't have those here at work.

We have little, cheap ass plastic knives.  That incidently bend when you try to scoop the peanut butter.  So I have to use a cheap ass plastic spoon to dig out the PB and then transfer from spoon to toast with cheap ass knife.

sigh

Now I could simply bring in something more suitable.  Or perhaps chuck the last of the peanut butter and open up the new jar. 

But I am too stubborn to give up on the last bit at the bottom...mocking me...  I'm also too forgetful to bring in a real knife.

So as I was staring at the cheeky remains of PB at the bottom, it occured to me .. insert light bulb over head .. that if the bottom of the jar pushed up (like my Pampered Chef measuring cup..or a Push-Pop)...then I wouldn't be in this predicament at all! 

The evolution of the peanut butter jar begins ...

Alas...

God gave me imagination, not skill.  So this brilliant idea will remain simply that.

Big Bro J-L told me I should shut up and make something, then go on that show...the Dragon's Den or whatever it's called.  You know, the big panel of snotty rich people that tell the guests how stupid they are? 

Yeah that's for me...

Besides, should you decide to develop and market something, it takes reasonable skill and planning.

And I can't remember to bring a big knife to work.

But listen...if you ever see a push up peanut butter jar on the shelves...just remember, you heard it here first!

Peanut Butter and Banana

I am cranky.

I'm not sure when it happened or what exactly sent me all the way over the edge and into the abitchybyss...but I'm here.

It may have started with the drive to work, which sucked ass. First bit of winter we've had so far, and honestly I have no business complaining...I've driven in worse. We've got sleet and wind, rain and snow...leaving slushy, icy, messy roads, poor visibility and extra cautious drivers. So I'm not sure that is the sole reason for my burning desire to choke someone...but it took me longer to actually arrive at trailer city, so I'm thinking that may have contributed.

When I sat down at my little piece of heaven here, I got to read BIL's blog...so he remains innocent.

There was lots of tea...that wasn't it.

However, things that normally wouldn't irritate me are REALLY bugging the shit out of me today. And things that do normally irritate me have me fighting a complete meltdown. And there are 2 people not returning my calls...wtf!!!

Hmpft...

And its not like I can go outside and take a deep breath...its only a miserable reminder that my drive home will also suck ass.

sigh

So its peanut butter and banana sandwich. Comfort food... Almost as good as those tiny little happy pills... Almost as good as a wodka.

And a vent....

I feel better :)