Biking is Dangerous

I don't remember the last time I did two posts on consecutive days, so this is a little out of the norm for me. 

A while back, I was training for a triathlon and had this little incident occur.  Well, I am training for another triathlon, and went for a little bike ride last night.  I was riding at a casual pace down by Riverton when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a small object zipping towards me and nailed me just below the throat.  It hit me pretty good and I felt it drop into my shirt.  I assumed it was a small pebble that had been dislodged by a passing car.  However, I soon felt an intense stinging sensation on my chest.  I immediately grabbed my shirt at the location of the sting, and felt a little crunch between my fingers.  By this time I had stopped riding, and shook the object out of my shirt.  Sho'nuf, it was a bee and I was stung.

I wasn't sure what to do since I was several miles from home.  Then, I remember that my wife's sweet cousin (I'll call her Deb) lives pretty close to where I was at.  I wasn't sure if she'd be home, but I figured it was my best shot.  Luckily, I caught her just before she was going to leave.  I got a few ice cubes and went into the bathroom.  It's probably good that my chin blocked my view of the bee sting earlier because I had a big-old red spot on my chest.  If I'd have seen this on the street, I would have freaked out.  I put the ice on the area and the stinger came out just enough so that I could remove it with my fingers. 

Maybe this is a sign that I should stay away from triathlons in general; and, specifically, avoid biking...

Revenge of the Jes'Syth'

Unbeknownst to me until now, my blog has been slowly transforming into a foodie blog.  Ew.  I must rise above the ashes and avoid this trap.  Sure, I'll still post the occasional recipe here or Creature from the Burrito chapter there, but I need to get back to the basics.  That being said, this post is about food - sorry.

In one of my previous posts, I'm pretty sure that I wrote about how I was eating breakfast at work to save time in the mornings.  Well, as you may have guessed, I did not like the granola crap I tried, so I was doing the instant cream of wheat thing for a while.  I got creamed out, so for the past couple of weeks I've been doing cereal - Corn Pops to be precise.  GOTTA HAVE MY POPS!

Well, there is an office fridge on our floor, and in an effort to be considerate of space limitations, I will typically buy a pint of milk at the beginning of the week, which will last me a few bowls of cereal. That way I'm not a fridge hog by leaving a gallon in there.  Two days ago, I was arriving at work and put my lunch for the day in the fridge.  As I entered the breakroom, I noticed a guy from a different division putting some milk in his coffee mug.  My initial thought was "Hey, that looks like my milk!  No, he wouldn't be that rude to use someone else's milk..."  Sure enough, it was my milk.

As I got to my desk, fuming mad (by the time I realized it was mine, he had already left the room), I told my coworkers what happpened.  Almost all of them asked me if my name was on the container.  Apparantly, there is an unspoken rule in this building that if food is not labeled as belonging to someone, it is fair game.
I decided if people are going to do that, they are using food at their own risk.  There was still ample milk left, so I rationalized that the perpetrator would likely be a repeat offender.  Plus, if he did it, who knows if there are others that will use my milk as well.

Fortunately for me, I have a habbit of collecting condiments from food joints like ketchup, mustard, hot sauce, etc.  As a perused my condiment collection, I grew frustrated because all my stuff would alter the appearance of the milk.  At last, I found a salt packet.  In went the salt, and my milk was discretely returned to its spot in the fridge. 

I was practically giddy the next morning (yesterday) when I checked the milk status - more milk had been used since the salting.  I only wish I could have seen the reaction that happened when the criminal had some salted coffee.  Actually, enough milk was gone to lead me to believe that more than one person was privy to my special treat.

That made my day; nay, week.

PS - I have been known to post fake links in the past, but the three links are legit in this post.