Cream of Weevil

We’ve all heard the horror stories of people finding bugs in their food. Well it has finally happened to us and we have a story to share. 

See the little bugger? Since having our wonderful baby Hazel, I have reverted back to my childhood roots and embraced Cream of Wheat once again. I ate it regularly and thoroughly enjoyed it. One morning Travis and I were about to prepare a bowl of the well known and loved Cream of Wheat when looking in the bowl I saw what seemed to be a grain too big to be in one of my favorite breakfasts. Upon closer inspection, it moved!!!! After squealing and yelling and making a big stink about it and after Travis tells me I’ve probably eaten weevils before and just never known it, I somewhat calmly declared I would never eat Cream of Wheat again. My favorite breakfast no longer. My love for Cream of Wheat dissapated in less time than it takes to say “There’s a bug in my bowl!!”  And Travis still ate his.

Cream of Wheat ingredients: Wheat Farina, Salt, Partially Defatted Wheat Germ, Nasty Weevils, Guar Gum, Natural Flavor, BHT (to preserve freshness). Contains: Wheat, and Weevils.

Weird or Cool?

  I was walking home from class a couple weeks ago when a girl rode past me on her bike.  Being in a slightly observant frame of mind I realized that she looked strange, or weird.  While wondering what it was about her that seemed so out of the ordinary I looked across campus and saw a guy dressed in skinny jeans riding a longboard.  I obviously thought this guys outfit was weird, but with further thought I realized that while the girl's presence would be associated with weirdness the guys would be considered cool.  This realization further perplexed me until I realized the all important truth behind the difference between what we consider weird and cool.  Have you ever looked at a picture in your dad's yearbook and said, "man your hair was weird back then!"?  Well guess what?  It was!  Unless lots of people had weird hair.  Then it became cool.  The difference between weird and cool if not already guessed is the difference between one person doing something weird, and multiple people doing something weird.  Not convinced?  That's alright weirdo.  Just get your buddies to do whatever it is that you're doing and ya know what?  It might just become cool.  So the next time you're at the math lab and a guy walks in with high waters on...don't judge too quickly.  It might come around.  Why not?  It was cool when our dads did it!

Night Terrors!

    I find myself again at close to 3 am at the computer, on a grave shift.  The past couple of weeks have been strange to say the least.  Not so much during the day as at night.  It began with me waking in the morning to several questions from my wife about events that took place during the night.  Apparently I elbowed Kyla awake.  The weird part is that when she finally woke up and responded I simply rolled over and said nothing.  The weirdest part is that I have no recollection of this event.  Several other episodes have followed.  The following are some 'episodes'.  I lurched out of bed, suddenly out of breath.  That woke me up.  Another time I woke up stressed and horrified while feeling the bed saying, "oh crap! oh no! Shaggy is discharging all over the bed!"  That is something I didn't remember until Kyla asked me about it the next morning.  I woke up once more another night horrified over the pit of snakes between me and Kyla in our bed.  There are no snakes or pits in our bed.  Last night I hardly slept.  Instead I tossed and turned all night before finally getting up around 7 am.  Tonight my curiosity lead me to google in search of answers.  I discovered that two of the several likely causes of night terrors are physical and/or emotional stress, and sleep deprivation.  What a coincidence!  I'm experiencing both!  To add a disclaimer, I am not taking hallucinogens, medications, and I'm not experiencing jet lag, nor am I sleeping anywhere new.  To top all this off I'm experiencing another perturbing symptom.  Though not a symptom of night terrors, my left forearm from my elbow to my pinky and ring fingers is partially numb, and nothing I do is getting the feeling back!  I'm now looking at adding even more stress reducing activities to my too busy day.  Or maybe not.  It's just too stressful!!

Observation Time

    Hazel Dawn loves to smile.  She loves to play little games as well.  Recently I have observed that one game in particular gives her the most pleasure.  I'll call it the pee-pee game.  Since Hazel only plays this game with her mother I have learned to enjoy it as well.  Let me explain:  When it's mommy's turn to change her diaper (which is most of the time since I'm often gone), Hazel always has just enough pee-pee to let a little out every few seconds, and then smile and coo with glee when Kyla starts panicking.  Kyla will usually squeal, "STOP", and that's just what Hazel wants!  To aggravate Kyla even more Hazel has started sticking her hands in her diaper area when she's being changed.  This is especially fun when she has a bit of diaper rash.  When Desitin is applied there is suddenly more than one messy thing to touch!  If Kyla had realized how bad two of my personalities could be she probably would have thought a little longer before cooking a baby with me.  This is why the term "Super Mom" is and will be applicable in our home...forever.

Grave Shift

    The most thrilling experience a college student can have is working a full-time minimum wage job to get through school.  Only one detail makes this rush even more exciting.  Grave shifts were implemented in the early umpteenth century by the Bonk god Insanes.  Insanes comes from the Bonk root 'san' meaning without a heart, or even a brain.
    Tonight I am watching 'House'.  I watched the movie 'Hanna' to begin my shift.  Why are so many movies being produced right now so weird?  Maybe I'm just tired, but 'Hanna' has a pretty weird little plot thingy going on.  This girl is being raised by her 'father' close to the south pole or Antarctica or something to be an assassin.  Throughout the movie she experiences European hippie life and electricity among other things.  In the end of this movie Hanna makes a discovery, which I'm assuming is supposed to be the surprise that makes the movie such a thrill?  Looks a lot more exciting than it really is.
    On another very unrelated note my beautiful wife and adorable daughter are sleeping in our basement apartment with my black, shaggy dog.  Kyla and I have been married for a little over two years now and our monkey, Hazel, is around 3 and a half months old.  Our black monster is named Shaggy and loves empty milk jugs and horrifying people with her large stature and over-excitable disposition.  I will most definitely tell more about my people later.
     We all live in the basement of a yellow submarine, or house rather, in Ephraim, Utah.  I am attending Snow College while working on pre-requisites for pharmacy school.  I've been here too long and will be staying too much longer.  I work part time as a pharmacy technician and a shift short of full time usually at a girls home in town.  I recently started bouldering (if that is a verb) which is soo much fun.  I enjoy the outdoors, sports, and most things worth learning or reading (if there's a difference).  I have also very recently begun to blog (this verb also in question). 
    Disclaimer:  Lots of commas and questionable grammar.  If you grade it please keep it to yourself.