Saturday, August 28, 2010

My great grandmother took butter packets

from restaurants and would keep them in her purse and eat them later. Plain. I haven't done that yet*, but I did inherit her taste-buds for cream. Oh cream. Davis girls can drink whipping cream straight, and I'm a Davis girl.
Last night I found myself at Denny's meeting some of my new roommate's friends. I wasn't hungry and was there for the company. The person next to me ordered a hot chocolate and when the waitress asked if he wanted whipped cream on it he said no. No! That is the best part of restaurant hot chocolate! I elbowed him and whispered, "On the side!" He quickly cleared his throat and told the waitress he would like to have his cream on the side. Good. She came out a few minutes later with his hot chocolate hovering the brim of his mug and with a side dish of whipped cream that generously filled the dish and came to a peak. My delight spilled over but I cautiously tried it; careful to make sure it wasn't a cool whip or diary substitute. It was not. It was wonderful. This place does unlimited refills of Hot Chocolate and the person next to me had two more cups--each time his whipped cream was brought on the side in the same manner.By the second dish I was pretty satisfied but also like my great grandmother, I won't let something so good go to waste; thus, my roommate and I finished off the third one as well. I loved that waitress--she said she was a whipped cream girl herself and so she did it right. That she did!



*Butter in Europe is amazing. There were a few times there I ate the butter practically plain.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Today I caught some bread

falling off my shelf and later I caught my cell phone before it hit the pavement as I was walking back from the grocery store. I am good at catching things as they fall. This is related to the fact that I am also somewhat clumsy. If I wasn’t good at catching falling items, I would imagine that I would be good at gluing broken things back together.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

I work in a Heat Plant

which is interesting for an operator because there are all types of alarms that sound. The alarms are different depending on if there is a fire alarm, boiler problem, emergency wellness center alarm, or call accounting alarm. I have become an amateur connoisseur of alarms, deciding if it is really annoying to only slightly irritating. But the heat plant is a happening place that has people coming in and out to see tunnels, cut out boilers, and people working to keep campus warm. I like it because there is always something going on or to see including:

They painted this cabinet and wanted it to dry on all sides so they lifted the top up with a crane.

This is my office--they were working on electrical stuff and set us up temporarily. This was also the same day the campus Fire Marshall and fire department representative needed to come by...

This was a sprinkler right outside my office that kept having issues

I don't remember what they were doing...

but there is always special things happening at the Heat Plant!