Maki's having a shindig!

Sorry everybody, I am a very bad blogger. This week's been pretty crappy for updates to the blog, hasn't it? I've been busy, though. Along with some late days at work getting ready for the Jacksonville Film Festival, I've been cleaning up my house and stocking up, preparing for a cookout tomorrow! Got some peeps in town who'll be dropping by and spending an afternoon at the Casa De Maki. This, of course, meant that I had a lot of cleaning up to do. A LOT. I still hadn't fully recovered from that whole England trip that I started recapping and then kind of gave up on. Stuff was all over the place. My mail pile from when I was gone was still sitting exactly where I had left it the first night home. My suitcase was still on the floor of my bedroom in the corner. Kind of pathetic, really. I've been cleaning up all week, so now the place is looking pretty prime. You could eat an ice cream sundae off of my floor right now, if you were so inclined. At least, as long as you get to it before the stupid cats do. I will warn you I'm out of strawberry syrup, unfortunately. The cats don't like that stuff. Right.

So I didn't go out today, except to go to the grocery store to stock up on foodstuffs and assorted meats & vegetables. I enjoy going to the grocery store, save for the part where you actually get your groceries bagged and all. I used to do the job back in high school and I know it sucks, but damn, do these people have no common sense whatsoever. I try to help them out by grouping the things as they go down the conveyor belt so that what ends up going down the chute together will hopefully end up bagged together. Today some random bag person decided she was going to help me put my stuff on the conveyor belt, even though that would save me exactly no time because I have to wait for the lady writing a check in front of me whether my stuff is loaded on the conveyor or not. So she just starts chucking stuff on the belt, tossing the (still kinda green) bananas on top of the loaf of bread and all that and generally just doing a retarded job of it. (She was not retarded.) As expected, once my stuff starts going down to the bagger kid, he just throws whatever's near each other into the bags and tossing them into the cart. Here are some of the fun combinations I received today!

• Bananas and lean ground beef. Yum! Nothing like some blood drippings to flavor your bananas, huh?
  
• Potatoes (for making oven fries, rock on) and Glade Plug-Ins Tropical Mist Air Freshener. Maybe he thought the potatoes needed a more tropical-mist-type flavor? Why the bananas didn't get to join them, I'll never know. They might benefit from a tropical-mist-type flavor. You never know.
  
• Arm & Hammer Baking Soda and Publix Brand Hamburger Buns. I guess the baking soda got lonely, since the buns could have gone with my now-banana-indented loaf of Whitewheat Bread (which got its own bag.) Go figure.
• Edy's Grand Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream and Purina One Hairball And Weight Management Cat Food. I think the cat food could definitely benefit from a minty flavor. The mint chocolate chip would not benefit from a tuna-chicken mix flavor, however.
• Publix Brand Fat Free Skim Milk got its own bag. The kid did something right.

Reading that back, I think I have obsessive compulsive disorder. I might, but at least my lean ground beef doesn't taste like bananas when I get to organize the conveyor belt stuff myself. Thanks for the help, lady.

I also purchased a box of Kellogg's Honey Smacks. I have more than enough cereal at my house already, but an angry Samuel L. Jackson on the box intimidated me into buying them. At least I get a cool Star Wars Light-Up SaberSpoon inside. BREAKFAST WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.



It's weird that Honey Smacks are back to being Honey Smacks again. When I was little, they were Sugar Smacks. But then we realized that a healthy breakfast cereal shouldn't have sugar as its main ingredient. Then they renamed them Honey Smacks, but I guess honey became bad for you too, or something. So for a while they were just Smacks, but people must have been like, "what do they taste like, do they hurt like getting punched in the mouth" and so they changed them back to Honey Smacks now. I guess nobody gives a shit about their health anymore, do they? At least they've kept their little frog mascot guy with the backwards hat and the "DIG 'EM" shirt through thick and thin. He looks quite happy, even if Samuel L. Jackson is ABOUT TO CUT HIS DAMN FOOL HEAD OFF.

I need to get more sleep, honestly. Get-together is gonna rock tomorrow. So are the oven fries. Nobody will feel like Mrs. John Lithgow while eating them. I am confident in this.