Farmer's market weekend cuisine

Today's weather was absolutely beautiful, with a beach breeze rippling through the air while clouds dusted the sea-blue sky. I was able to enjoy this gorgeous weather while walking to the Farmer's Market with Tina and Tim, where I purchased two large clusters of black grapes, pears, bananas, and a delicious loaf of walnut ciabatta bread. I also bought a flaky chocolate drizzled "cigar" (that is, a croissant), and split it with my comrades.

Ciabatta bread with walnuts and dates; Delizioso! 

Flipping out of their brains

Wide-eyed. Confused. Lost.
Freshmen. Somewhat gullible and inwardly fearful of their new, crowded surroundings, their wall of petrifying fear, embarrassment, and hall-way awkwardness usually erodes away by the end of the first week. Once they finish flipping out of their brains attempting to understand the rotator schedule, they transform from schedule-clutching creatures to swaggering little punks pumped with bravado.
Erin and Tina's initiation into the Bulldog life went smoothly, with both of them picking up new friends and acquaintances by the second or third day of school. Erin did great at her volleyball try-outs due to her past experience playing in middle school, and Tina is planning on trying-out for basketball season. So far they enjoy being a bulldog.

Fluff vs. Spam

After reading my cousin's blog, Gomer's Gospel, I realized how much "fluff" I churn out of my blog on a daily basis. I have an image of my fourth grade teacher holding up a can of spam and a bucket of marshmallow fluff in front of the class for his iconic speech, lecturing that our work must contain substance such as spam rather than light and useless fluff. Here I am, loftily composed on the fluffy Jet-Puff clouds that hover over my world, threatening to dump me at a moment's notice if I choose to reach down and grip the hefty blocks of spam littering the ground. Choices.....

Burn Notice

Clothing details/styles I refuse to wear:

• Studs: unless you have a Harley-Davidson in your driveway or happen to be the reincarnation of Joann Jet, skip the pointy metal bling. As for the whole emo/goth thing, maniac depressive people should never have possession of anything that has weapon potential.
• Fringes: Good afternoon Pochantas.
• Zig-zags: I instaneously look away. My eyes hurt.  
• Polka dots: I have the sudden urge to play connect the dots on your blouse with a sharpie.
• Neon colors: excuse me, I must put on my sunglasses before I go blind. For some reason, middle school girls and freshies are infatuated with the concept of glowing in the dark at night and searing the retinaes of teachers and upperclassmen in the daytime.