I don't crave candy very often. I love sweets, but generally go for baked goods verses pure sugar. But when I do, the solution is simple: Mambas! Mambas are fun for many reasons.
1. They are the perfect combination between chewy and soft.
2. You never know what combination of flavors you're going to get.
3. No matter what combination you get, you're going to be happy because all flavors are tasty.
4. They come in sub-packs. I think that makes intake control more feasable and then they last longer.
5. The sub-pack makes you feel like you get 3 candies for the price of 1.
6. They're my favorite candy.
Just a few minutes ago I experienced the crave. I set out to give it satisfaction and thus paid a visit to the nearest street corner hot dog stand. The man in front of me ordered a dog with onions, one strip of katchup and lots of mustard. He noticed me behind with just Mambas in hand. After making a comment about how I stand like a ballerina, he asked the lady to not make me wait and let me go ahead of him. For a second, I thought I was going to get the cute girl discount. That was not the case, but I appreciated his kindness altogether.
I HATE it when I'm in an elevator and someone holds it for a late comer. I impatiently think, "we have 4 floors to stop at already and here's another one." So coming back from my Mamba acquisition, an elevator door in my lobby started the shut-down just as I approached. To my surprise, a nice person reached out to stop it so I could board. I stepped on and thought, "I'm the annoying elevator person today." So to make up for it, I turned around and offered Mambas to the whole elevator! I had no takers, but everyone laughed.
This series of events got me thinking about how kindness isn't hard to do and how it really can make someone's day.
And just fyi... I got strawberry, rasberry and lemon in today's package. Better luck next time, Orange.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Great Girlfriends!!
Every day should start like today and end like yesterday.
Just before my alarm was scheduled to start my day, I rolled over in bed and thought, "YES! 5 more minutes!" It was 5:45 am. Typically, I set my alarm for that time with the best intentions of an early morning run; however, convincing myself to stay in bed for an hour longer and save the run until after work is commonly occuring lately. But today, I committed to my girlfriends. We've taken to the old lady bonding activity of walking. Having done it a couple times now, I think there's something magical about the moments shared with other women, my girlfriends. We talk about everything and what's said on the road, stays on the road. As early as it was and tired as I might be, I always feel excited for the day after an hour of walking as a pack up and down the hilly neighborhood. This was a good morning.
In addition, my roommates are amazing. Seriously, AMAZING! Let me tell you a few reasons why...
1. so one of my roommies is under the weather a bit with an ear infection. She slept all day yesterday and as a result was up and at it by 5 this morning. She cleaning our house when I woke up this morning.
2. I invited her along for the walk. The more the merrier!!
3. Then, since she is not going into work again today, she made the rest of us breakfast-- eggs, bacon, and cinnamon coffee cake.
4. She's an angel. Seriously. She serenaded breakfast with harp music. The theme song to Anne of Green Gables brings tears to my eyes!
The rest of my roommies are just as wonderful! We have an attitude of service in our house that makes it wonderful to come home.
And one more comment about amazing girlfriends. A bunch of girls gathered last night for joint visiting teaching/pizza/movies night. I ended up hanging out with them late into the evening, and what a joyous occasion it was! I might not have gone to bed when I was planning, but friendships are worth it.
Just before my alarm was scheduled to start my day, I rolled over in bed and thought, "YES! 5 more minutes!" It was 5:45 am. Typically, I set my alarm for that time with the best intentions of an early morning run; however, convincing myself to stay in bed for an hour longer and save the run until after work is commonly occuring lately. But today, I committed to my girlfriends. We've taken to the old lady bonding activity of walking. Having done it a couple times now, I think there's something magical about the moments shared with other women, my girlfriends. We talk about everything and what's said on the road, stays on the road. As early as it was and tired as I might be, I always feel excited for the day after an hour of walking as a pack up and down the hilly neighborhood. This was a good morning.
In addition, my roommates are amazing. Seriously, AMAZING! Let me tell you a few reasons why...
1. so one of my roommies is under the weather a bit with an ear infection. She slept all day yesterday and as a result was up and at it by 5 this morning. She cleaning our house when I woke up this morning.
2. I invited her along for the walk. The more the merrier!!
3. Then, since she is not going into work again today, she made the rest of us breakfast-- eggs, bacon, and cinnamon coffee cake.
4. She's an angel. Seriously. She serenaded breakfast with harp music. The theme song to Anne of Green Gables brings tears to my eyes!
The rest of my roommies are just as wonderful! We have an attitude of service in our house that makes it wonderful to come home.
And one more comment about amazing girlfriends. A bunch of girls gathered last night for joint visiting teaching/pizza/movies night. I ended up hanging out with them late into the evening, and what a joyous occasion it was! I might not have gone to bed when I was planning, but friendships are worth it.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
More Grey's
Yup, it was another girl party this afternoon. No joke: another 4 episodes of Grey's Anatomy. Dr. McDreamy is beautiful, however, I'm really disappointed that the writers of the show make viewers want him to leave his wife so he can be with Meredith. We're in the middle of season two. Has anyone seen the episode where the train wreck happens? I literally cried. I was sobbing because the young girl who had a pole through her stomach, which pole also happened to be through man as well, died so graciously. Only one of them could survive and the doctors chose the man because his injuries were less severe and he had a higher chance of survival. It must be so difficult for doctors to decide who to save in situations where one must die for the other to live.
I'm reminded of when I interned in a heath services department for my church. My mentor handled all the major medical cases that came to the church. One case he had was a family from Mexico who flew to the US with hope that the church would assist them with expensive medical procedures their 12 year old daughter needed to treat lukemia. They desperately sought help for their 12 year old; however, they did not adhere to church procedure which starts with local leaders offering assistance and goes up the authority line from there. Basically, they landed on the doorsteps at the children's care hospital without anyone knowing they were coming and no idea of how they would pay for the care. It was my mentor's job to decide how to handle the situation. After consulting many doctors and church leaders, the ultimate decision was made: she must get treatment in Mexico. This was primarily based on the fact that the treatment would cost over $250,000 and her chances of survival were very slim.
First of all, I keenly remember the parents. They could not understand English so translators were necessary to give them the news. They looked so desparate and scare, yet brave at the same time. It must have taken so much courage for them to go to such measures for their child. Doing so may have even saved her life. Even though their little girl would not get kemotherapy or a bone marrow transplant here, what the doctors did to stabalize her health gave her more possiblity to survive care in her homeland.
I'm disturbed that medical expenses have so much to do with whether doctors will save a life or not. But if the hospital treated this girl or anyone without insurance, the cost must be covered from somewhere. That somewhere ends up being the other patients and their insurance companies.
Health care becomes invaluable when it comes to one's own health. I wonder if I'd pay anything for a treatment that would save my life if I was dying. The spenthrift in me says no. But does the spendthrift have a say when the other alternative means there will be no spending to save for in the long run since I'd be dead? I think I would pay anything for more life to live. The first reason would be for my family and loved ones. The second would be to accomplish a few more great things and to learn and serve as much as I can.
hmm... there's a lot to think about here.
I'm reminded of when I interned in a heath services department for my church. My mentor handled all the major medical cases that came to the church. One case he had was a family from Mexico who flew to the US with hope that the church would assist them with expensive medical procedures their 12 year old daughter needed to treat lukemia. They desperately sought help for their 12 year old; however, they did not adhere to church procedure which starts with local leaders offering assistance and goes up the authority line from there. Basically, they landed on the doorsteps at the children's care hospital without anyone knowing they were coming and no idea of how they would pay for the care. It was my mentor's job to decide how to handle the situation. After consulting many doctors and church leaders, the ultimate decision was made: she must get treatment in Mexico. This was primarily based on the fact that the treatment would cost over $250,000 and her chances of survival were very slim.
First of all, I keenly remember the parents. They could not understand English so translators were necessary to give them the news. They looked so desparate and scare, yet brave at the same time. It must have taken so much courage for them to go to such measures for their child. Doing so may have even saved her life. Even though their little girl would not get kemotherapy or a bone marrow transplant here, what the doctors did to stabalize her health gave her more possiblity to survive care in her homeland.
I'm disturbed that medical expenses have so much to do with whether doctors will save a life or not. But if the hospital treated this girl or anyone without insurance, the cost must be covered from somewhere. That somewhere ends up being the other patients and their insurance companies.
Health care becomes invaluable when it comes to one's own health. I wonder if I'd pay anything for a treatment that would save my life if I was dying. The spenthrift in me says no. But does the spendthrift have a say when the other alternative means there will be no spending to save for in the long run since I'd be dead? I think I would pay anything for more life to live. The first reason would be for my family and loved ones. The second would be to accomplish a few more great things and to learn and serve as much as I can.
hmm... there's a lot to think about here.
Friday, October 06, 2006
Grey's Marathon!
Watching medical sitcoms is my latest craze. My roommates and I cozied up this rainy evening with pizza, carmel corn, and blankets to watch hours on end of Grey's Anatomy.
And, I watched 4 episodes of House last weekend. I like it better than Grey's because they spend more time figuring out diseases than they spend focusing on the soap opera-esque love lives of the hospital interns. No health care professional should be as rude and tactless as Dr. House is. He is a jerk. I appreciate his stark honesty, but I like to think that he can find a kinder way to make his patients face the truth in their lives. Also, I think some of his decisions and approaches are less than entirely ethical.
I wish I would have been a doctor. I think it'd be really cool to know all the things they know about the human body and to help people who are suffering. I also think it'd be interesting to solve the problems people come in with. To take in all the evidence, then to apply my knowledge to diagnos and treat them.
I admire something about the doctors I know. They sideline experience a part of life on a daily basis that the rest of us only deal with when we or someone near to us is ill.
And, I watched 4 episodes of House last weekend. I like it better than Grey's because they spend more time figuring out diseases than they spend focusing on the soap opera-esque love lives of the hospital interns. No health care professional should be as rude and tactless as Dr. House is. He is a jerk. I appreciate his stark honesty, but I like to think that he can find a kinder way to make his patients face the truth in their lives. Also, I think some of his decisions and approaches are less than entirely ethical.
I wish I would have been a doctor. I think it'd be really cool to know all the things they know about the human body and to help people who are suffering. I also think it'd be interesting to solve the problems people come in with. To take in all the evidence, then to apply my knowledge to diagnos and treat them.
I admire something about the doctors I know. They sideline experience a part of life on a daily basis that the rest of us only deal with when we or someone near to us is ill.
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