lunch fit for a princess?

My fridge is currently screaming for food to enter it.  Besides a handful of fruit cups, some questionable salad dressings and some milk, it's lacking food big time.  Instead of bringing Ramen noodles for lunch for the second day in a row, I decided to not scrounge for food in the cupboards to bring into work, and just figured I'd pop some popcorn that I have up in my overhead bin at my desk for days like these.  I suppose you would consider this the "for emergencies only" stash.  I was actually kind of looking forward to this pitiful lunch as I made my decision this morning, as popcorn is one of my favorite foods and always has been.  I even debated on grabbing a can of Diet Coke to bring with me but then I thought twice and decided to up the ante a little bit and make my good lunch even better by treating myself to a vending machine Diet Coke with Lime.  I'm livin' high on the hog, I tell ya.

Five hours later, here I sit.  I have just polished off my bag of mediocre popcorn and am still working on the 20 ounces of pop.  The popcorn was this new kind--which is supposed to have less calories and it sure tasted like it too.  I only save microwave popcorn for work (all popcorn at home is done via the old fashioned way, which in my opinion, is the only way to make it) and I know why.  It's bland, it burns because the high powered steel-cased microwaves in commercial buildings don't have a "popcorn" button and you have to listen for the kernels to stop popping and it can be hard to tell at times so the bag comes out half burned and you drag the smell back to your cubicle and fill up the entire department with the stench while you're at it.  You then have people stopping by wondering if it's you that's the culprit who burned the popcorn and you don't really know if they are judging you or are just curious.  You also get the occasional remark from across three cubicle walls "who burned the popcorn?"  All and all, it's not a good situation unless you really hit a home run with your work popcorn meal and it smells better than it tastes and looks like it came from a movie theater.
Anyway, as I was finishing up my bag, I thought to myself..."I wonder if Kate Middleton ever has popcorn and diet coke for lunch".  Can you imagine??  Can you imagine her all dressed up and ready for her day of visiting local charities and the last thing she has to do is grab something to eat to satisfy her pregnant cravings between charity visits.  She goes around slamming cupboards and looking into the bare fridge in the morning, finally hollering to William as she prepares for her days events "Will, we have no damn food  in this castle!!!"  Then he gets pissed too and says "That's not my problem!  I have to play Polo today--we'll go to Kowalski's (becasue they no way shop at Rainbow or Cub)  tomorrow.  Just eat some popcorn for lunch and be done with it!  And there should be some diet coke out in the garage."
Will is obviously oblivious to Kate's schedule and knows that she won't be anywhere near a microwave today to be able to pop the bag.  He is also oblivious to the fact that that the diet coke has exploded all over the garage because he neglected to bring it in from the freezing cold and put it into the castle fridge.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure Kate's days of eating popcorn and diet coke for lunch are far behind her.  I bet she is the kind of person who looks forward to having it at the movie theater, though.

This Calls For A Blog Post

I did the unthinkable.  After my jean shopping disaster that has been the last year plus, I decided to take a risk.  Shortly after my last post I decided to do a quick online search for the exact pair of jeans that I have at home that I love.  I love them except for the fact that they have holes in them and they would never fly for wearing to any sort of occasion outside of a BBQ and they would never pass the "please follow the dress code" rule that is put at the end of every "Jeans Day" email that comes through every so often at work.  So I do a quick Google search and low and behold, a handful of the exact jeans that I am looking for appears in the first search result on Ebay.  At first I couldn't even bring myself to click on it.  "Used jeans??... I don't think so."  But then my wise, 31 year old brain thought twice.  Why not, I thought.  Why not give them a shot.  What do I have to lose?  So I did some digging and found the pair that looked the best.  They were the right color, the butt pockets didn't have any crazy stitching, they were just what I was looking for.  And the best part??  They were $11.  Eleven dollars people.  For like-new jeans that normally cost $90.  The shipping was $5 and they were to arrive in four days.  I really couldn't go wrong.  And if for some reason they didn't work out, I was only out $16.  So not four, but TWO days later, the jeans are in my mailbox, folded all pretty in the smallest UPS cardboard envelope available.  I took them out, tried them on and they fit like a glove!  Just like I remember them doing in stores long ago before the skinny jean craze took over!  I was so happy I first of course went to a mirror to check out my rear end to make sure that looked ok.  After I was ok with that, I was over the moon and may have danced a little around in the living room with my like-new-from-a-stranger-jeans.  After a quick trip through the washer and dryer, they were officially mine and I could not be happier!!  I am so happy with them that I figured that with my vacation coming up, I could probably use a pair of capri's in the same make and model so off to Ebay I went and three short clicks later, I was the proud owner of another pair of internet, never-tried-on-before-pants.  This time the price of these were $16, but they shipped for free AND the extra bonus??  They still had tags on them!  Seriously people, I may be addicted to online used jean shopping from here on out.  It's super dangerous when you just take a quick gander on Ebay over lunch when your already signed in and PayPal has stored all of your credit card information.  No hunting for passwords, digging out your credit card from your purse or any fussing around--just click,  click and click and boom, you've bought jeans.  The carpri's also arrived in my mailbox already and they too fit perfect.  So there you have it, my used jean buying experience.
My friend texted me the other night and said "did your jeans ever come in the mail?"  I responded with "yes, they came last week and fit like a glove!!  I ordered another pair this week and they came already!"  We then went back and fourth a couple times about the jeans and I said "this calls for a blog post". 

Note, these are not my legs nor my jeans.  I am not even sure if this is the exact replica of my jeans but I figured I better have a picture in this post to even out all the text.