A farmer for the night...or for an hour

Last night Mr. T and I went deep into the forest to pick blackberries. Fine, it was a cute little farm way out in the boonies that had blackberries you could pay to pick. As I told Mr. T:
"Do you realize we are paying to work?" However, we both agreed that it was fun and we'd do it again...even if it cost us $10 in gas to get out there. Here are a few pictures from our great adventure:

This is the cool thing we had to carry around. It got heavy after a while, which is why Mr. T carried it most of the time.

As you can see blackberry picking is messy. My hands were just as dirty as Mr. T's. I think most of it was from eating lots of blackberries. Hey, we were picking them too, but you had to taste a few every once in awhile.

Toward the end we got lazy, or I got lazy. If the berry wasn't in arm's reach...I didn't pick it. The farmer told us that we had to get under the bush to find all the good ones, which I did for about 25 minutes. It was getting my knees dirty. I'm kidding, I'm not all city girl!

Look at all the yummy blackberries we picked! Mr. T is holding 15lbs! Yes, we will be eating blackberries until we die. But do not worry the lovely farmers gave us lots of recipes to try. I can't wait to make blackberry cobbler, blackberry cake, and blackberry pancakes! Blogger World, you are all invited over for a blackberry feast!

Sassy Saying of the Day...

Today's Sassy Saying of the Day comes to us from my favorite sitting in class website, Cosmo. I thought today's Sassy Saying of the Day was so great that I had to pass it along to Blogger World. Enjoy!

Live on the edge.

By the way, we will be doing more Sassy Saying of the Day here on This is my world! I like saying/typing Sassy Saying of the Day, which you've probably realized since I've managed to put it in every sentence!

Bite Me Facebook

Really? Does Facebook need to a broken heart for Single Relationship Status? Actually, I can't tell if it's a broken heart or a dead heart. Either way, not good.

Friday Fun Facts

Today’s Friday Fun Facts come to you courtesy of my Organizational Development/Design class. Last night we watched a documentary over McDonald’s. Since I learned so much, I thought I’d pass the info on to you. It’s all part of trying to educate my readers. Feel free to brag about your new knowledge.

McDonald’s was started by two bothers. One of the brothers wanted to make 1 million dollars before he died. When he made the comment, he only had $8.50 to his name. He accomplished his goal.

McDonald’s was started because of a hot dog stand. The hot dog stand was making so much money that they figured food was the way to make money. The started McDonald's, which had car hops to deliver the food. After years of success they reinvented themselves to go along with the fast times.

The new McDonald’s had a simple menu- fries, hamburger, cheeseburger, floats, and soda. No car hops, self service, and was able to make a hamburger in 30 seconds.

Ray Kroc wanted to make McDonald’s a franchise. The brothers didn’t want to mess with making McDonald’s a franchise, they were happy with their one place. Kroc volunteered to do it for them, and sold 18 franchises his first year. All McDonald’s restaurants that Kroc got opened he made 1.9% of their sales, the McDonald’s brothers received 50% of Kroc’s 1.9%.

Ray Kroc, which I think Kroc is the coolest last name EVER, bought the McDonald’s empire for $2.8 million. He was tired of giving up his money.

Ray picked McDonald's locations by flying in a private jet and looking for churches. If he saw a church he thought good American families were around, which is who he wanted as customers.

Ray Kroc was a great sales man. He started out selling paper cups then moved on to selling the multi-mixer milkshake mixer. It made four milkshakes at one time.

He met the McDonald’s Brothers because they bought 4 multi-mixers when everyone else was closing their Soda Fountain Shops.

Favorite info I learned last night:
The McDonald’s Brothers sold the McDonald’s name and all the restaurants to Kroc. However, he the McDonald’s Brothers did not sell Kroc the first McDonald’s, but since Kroc owned the name the brothers had to change the name of their restaurant. The new name was The Big D. Kroc was so mad that the deal did not include the first restaurant that he went and built a McDonald’s a block away from Big D! The Big D went out of business.

Kroc developed some of McDonald’s biggest flop menu items. The Pineapple Burger! Hello, that’s gross.

Franchise owners are the ones that developed the popular menu items- Big Mac and Fish Sandwich.

SO there you have it-random info about McDonald’s!

Thursday Thoughts...

This will be an easy Booty Camp Session. She’s an easy instructor.

Scratch that…she’s not that easy of an instructor.

I’m late, I’m late, I’m late. Crap! I can’t sneak in the side door this morning. I didn’t even get a non-fat Chai this morning. I have nothing to show for being late.

No emails! You’ve got to be kidding me. What am I suppose to do for the next thirty minutes.

Honey Nut Cheerios, 1% Milk, English Muffin, and a Banana. Aren’t I being a good girl this morning?

Is that the Beastie Boys I hear coming from my radio? Well what do you know, it is.

NO…NO…NO…NO

Wow look at my arms. I see some muscle coming in. Hmmm so Booty Camp is paying off.

I could rip someone’s head off right now. I need to go run.

What in the world is my hair doing today? I have curly-wavy thing on the left side and Farrah Fawcett thing on the right.

Wait for it, wait for it. Now she gets the joke.

I don’t know how I feel about getting old. Everyone looks so sad, but dang it these green beans here (eating lunch at Luby’s) are GREAT!

Sweet Jesus someone brought us homemade cookies! Mmmmm

I kissed a coworker and I liked it

Alright, so I didn’t kiss a coworker. But I had you guys excited, didn’t I? Actually, I have a strict policy on dating coworkers. And that policy would be…I don’t date them. I have this policy for a couple reasons. Number one, I don’t like awkward situations. I’m assuming dating a coworker could get pretty awkward. Number two, half of my family works in the same industry as me. I don’t need anymore obstacles at work. Number three, there is no one I would even consider dating at work. So there you have it…OK Chick’s 3 policy rule for no dating at the office. Does that last statement even make sense? You get what I’m saying.

Yesterday at lunch, my lunch partners had a discussion on dating at the office. Of course, this conversation was directed towards me since I’m the only single person at lunch. I’m pretty sure they have given up all hope of me finding someone on my own. I guess they have resorted to pushing coworkers off on me. I let them finish their spill on how great some of our coworkers are before I broke my 3 policy rule to them. They were upset….

Coworker #1- I think you are being silly. You have way too many rules. I don’t know how you expect to meet someone outside of work.

Coworker #2- Well I think Mr. Intern is very good looking, and he always talking to you. I think you should break your policy for him. It’s dumb. You better hope Mr. Right just knocks on your front door; because that’s the only way you will meet him.

Coworker #3- You don’t want Mr. Intern. (Pause as she thinks) I think you should go for Mr. Manager.

Ok. I didn’t even know where to begin with these comments. In the past I have found that it’s better to just smile and nod, then argue. Sister #1 taught me that about ten years ago. So that’s what I did. I smiled and nod. But in my head I was thinking….

Coworker #1- Well I think you are being silly. You haven’t been single in about 38 years. You wouldn’t last one second in singlehood. Not. One. Second.

Coworker #2-Shut up! Mr. Intern is about 7 years younger than me. Is he even 21? Can he buy me beer? I don’t drink beer, but if I wanted a beer could he buy it? Oh and also he talks to me because I give him work not because he’s interested! AND, AND…I think you’re dumb! Go ahead and imagine me sticking out my tongue. Oh and one more thing, my Schawn’s man is very good looking…so Mr. Right just might knock on my door. And…cue sticking out my tongue one more time.

Coworker #3-Thank-you! Someone that’s not completely stupid. Oh, you should have stopped with the first sentence. Isn’t Mr. Manager married with three kids? Oh my mistake, its four kids.

My lunch partners are married and always offer dating advice. Sometimes the advice comes at the most random times. Seriously, we could be talking about the cost of yogurt and one of them will spout off some dating advice to me. I think they are trying to give me advice thinking I won’t notice its advice. But then that makes me sound like I’m a moron. Who knows with these people? However, for now I’ll go with the smile and nod method. It’s gotten Sister #1 far in life.

It’s ’bout as bad as it could be...

Monday night is usually a class night. But last night my teacher canceled class. I was so excited for a free Monday night. I had big plans for my free Monday night; which included sitting on my couch and watching TV. I didn’t say they were great plans.

Due to class being canceled, my teacher assigned lots of make-up homework. I think he wanted to make sure we didn’t turn stupid from not sitting in his 3 ½ hour class. Apparently the man has zero faith in his pupils. Now, I can’t say my teacher didn’t give us plenty of time to complete the homework, because he did. However, I’m a procrastinator. I like to wait until the last minute to complete tasks. I mean really, is there any other way to do things? I think not. I blame all of this on the fact that I love to work under the gun. I love the stress of working under a deadline. Yeah, I know it’s weird. But last night…once again I put off all the homework until the last minute.

Around 8:30 I was getting tired of homework. I was three hours into my free Monday night, and I hadn’t watched a single minute of TV or sat on my couch! My brain was starting to turn to mush and I needed a break. I decided I would finish my last homework assignment and go for a run. I assumed my last homework assignment would take all of ten minutes. I mean, it was an easy 7 question quiz. I was wrong. The easy 7 question quiz took me one freakin’ hour. I was so frustrated! Sister #1 had to hear me yell outburst about how much I hated school, how much I hated math, and how I will NEVER EVER GO back to school-EVER! Sister #1 is used to my stress outburst, so she just turned up the volume on the TV to tune me out. I said I like the stress, I never said I handle it well. Anyway, after I finished my 7 question quiz it was time for my run. I finally made it out the door when I felt something hit and land on the top of my head. My first thought was- great it’s raining. However, I looked down on the pavement and realized there were no signs of other rain drops. I slowly moved my hand to the top of my head and felt wet gooey stuff. It was bird poop. The bird poop set me over the edge. Instead of being an adult, I handled the situation in a very five year oldish way. I just let out a loud frustrated yell. Then in a very Paris Hilton way, I stomped back inside. Blogger World, I would just like to be an example of why you should not wait until the last minute to do your homework. Kids are you paying attention? Bad things happen to procrastinators, like birds poop on them!

Sadly, I’m mostly preaching to myself, because right now I have mounds of homework that need to be completed before Thursday night.