Tomato Saver

The other day while paroosing the produce section of the food store I came across a product that caused me to chuckle at first glance. A “tomato saver” as it’s called resembled the likings of an easter egg: plastic and round in shape. Now I guess you could use it to fill with candy just as you do an easter egg, but the tomato like features and size make it apparent it’s to be used to keep tomatoes fresh. I was at first a little hesitant to place the tomato saver in my basket, for fear of it proving to be superfluous. I do however LOVE tomatoes, and quite frankly I am tired of them going bad after only a few days. As I sat there in the food store trying to decide if this tomato saver was worth the $3.00 (3 beers at mug night), I thought about the endless possibilities this product could entail. No longer would I have to worry about eating my tomatoes within the first three days of buying them, and no longer would I be forced to google recipes using rotten tomatoes (okay I don’t necessarily do this, but it could spark some interesting food for thought). So, after much deliberation I decided to purchase the tomato saver, and was anxious to see how efficient it would be in keeping my tomatoes ripe. I’m happy to report a week later, my tomatoes are as fresh as they were the day I bought them. For I couldn’t be more ecstatic about it, because after all, there’s little choice in rotten tomatoes.

Meghan M

This playing card I spoke of in the last entry is what determined who my partner would be for a project that is worth forty five percent of my final grade. Swell. So, after me and the other Ace found each other, we were given our topic..children in the media? More of that to come. Anyway, so my group partner and I exchanged our names, numbers and other contact information in an effort to be as least awkward as possible. I told her my name (Meghan Burke), my cell number, and also where I was living on campus. She gave me the same information about herself, and there we sat waiting for further instruction. At this point in time my mind began to wander, and I was no longer focused at all with what was going on around me. I heard the professor say something about telling him our first names and first initial. I assumed it was for him to keep track of who was partnered with who, but that was about all I got out of it. His eyes scanned the room and met with mine, and it was then he motioned for me to give my name. I became so flustered at the fact that I wasn’t paying attention, but was too embarrased to ask what we were doing. Afterall, I was one of the last in the class to go which means in the whole span of time the other twenty or so students gave their first name and first initial, I was unable to grasp the concept. So, as he motioned for me to give my first name and first initial, I did just that. “Meghan…M.” M was after all the first initial of my first name, but as soon as I told him my name was Meghan M I realized I had made a moronic mistake. I wasn’t supposed to give him my first name and the initial of my first name, for that was too needless. How else would you spell Meghan without M being the first initial? By first initial he meant first initial of my last name. So there I was, left feeling rather impotent, in a class amongst sophmores. When I left class that day I laughed out loud at the thought of what had just happened. I wonder what my group partner must have thought in hearing me tell the whole class my name was Meghan M, even after I had just informed her my name was Meghan Burke. I also wonder if I’ll be getting a grade at the end of the semester, or if my professor will be wondering who Meghan M is when it comes time to post grades.

Go Fish

Before I go on to write anymore, I should probably fill you in on a little fyi about myself. This semester is my final semester of college, and while most seniors find themselves admist internships and joke classes, I find myself sitting in tedious, monotonous level 200 classes as a senimore will. What’s a senimore? Think brangelina, speidi, bennifer…basically, I’m a senior taking classes as if I were to be a sophomore. BORING. Lucky for me, these dull classes give me a lot of time to ponder where I’m at in my life, and where I’m going (or not going in my case). The other day, I was sitting in class on one of the first days of the semester. Being the senimore that I am, I didn’t know a single person in the classroom chock-full of sohpmores. The teacher didn’t waste anytime getting to know us, and didn’t give us an opportunity to introduce ourselves to anyone else, which left me feeling awkward as hell. He started off the class handing us each a playing card, and this card would ultimately control a lot about the rest of the semester. As he strolled through the rows allowing each student to pick their own card, I couldn’t help but think about where I stand in life right now. My palms started to feel clamy as he approached me, and I picked the card on top. It was an Ace, and it was now my job to find the other person in the room that drew an Ace as well. Much like that day in class, upon graduation we will be handed a card (diploma), and while it’s often thought you must play the card you’re dealt, that’s not necessarily the case. I’ve put a lot of stress on myself to figure out what I’m going to do with my playing card once I graduate, but I’ve come to terms with the fact that in life you’re going to be handed cards that you don’t want. There’s going to be times when we will play the cards were dealt, but there will always be other options. If you don’t like the card you’re handed, there’s always a chance for you to “go fish”.

Blogeneration

So, I’ve been hankering to start a blog for a while now. At first thought, it seemed to be the new “thing” to do. I don’t particularly fancy going with the crowd, but the idea of being able to write down my peculiar thoughts for people to read, and the idea of that thought sparking the interest of others is quite enticing. For those of you who know me, the fact that I have jumped on board the blog train should come of no surprise. For those of you who don’t know me personally, I have a tendency to generate a lot of revelations and thought provoking questions about the most random of things. On any given day, you will find me pondering the most bizarre things, that while I find interesting, many people may not. This blog will be a opportunity for me to get my thoughts out there for those who give a shit about what I think, those who don’t….you can stop reading now.