The Famous Amos Saga: Part II

As some of you may know, I once had a traumatic experience in which I spent 20 minutes desperately trying to acquire a bag of Famous Amos cookies and tragically wound up with M&Ms.

Today I had a similar experience, except this time around it was more amusing than depressing.

As before, I decided to take a study break and get some Famous Amos's from the vending machine. I had to knock on four different doors before I finally found someone with change for a five dollar bill, but it didn't take too long, so I was very happily looking forward to my snack. I rode the elevator to the basement, walked to the vending machine and looked with delight at my soon-to-be snack. I chose the crispest dollar bill, stuck it in and punched in the numbers for my treat. The machine gave me my 10 cents change.

That's it.

I stared in shock at the insolent machine, "Seriously?" I protested (out loud).

I stared a little more. What could I do? I was NOT giving this thing another dollar! Should I put an "out of order" sign on it? No," I thought sadly, "I'll just have to sacrifice my dollar and try another machine.

"I hate vending machines!" I said with enthusiastic disgust.

I turned to walk away and noticed a guy down the hallway looking at me. Apparently he doesn't talk to inanimate objects. I turned and walked two steps then thought, "Maybe I just missed it some how," and whipped around, stepped back to the machine and pushed open the little door at the bottom. No Famous Amos's.

Discouraged, I straightened and headed back to the elevator.

The guy was still looking at me.

I laughed aloud as I walked back when I thought about what that guy must be thinking.

If only he knew I was so tempted to kick it.

Fortunately, after briefly interrupting some couple's intimate conversation at vending machine #2, which didn't have any Famous Amos's, and a brief trip to vending machine #3 I did finally get my delicious snack.

I paid $1.80 for 10 mini cookies.

It was worth it.

Creative Obsession

I realized recently that I haven't blogged in a really long time...and that depresses me. So, I will take the few minutes I have now to tell you about my new obsession:

Knitting.

Yep, I'm a knit-aholic. Actually, knitting is a very good stress-reliever. It also is a good way to stay focused when listening to sermons or lectures. It's difficult to fall asleep when you're knitting.

I learned at my grandparents house a few weeks ago and have been knitting like crazy ever since. So far, I began knitting a scarf, realized that scarf was totally messed up, took it out, and started over; began another scarf, finished knitting it, realized it was only about three feet long (after spending a good 45 minutes trying to "bind off" and messing it up in every possible way), took it out, and started over; completed the second scarf in a slightly longer fashion; began a new scarf that I might not actually have to undo since it appears to be the correct width and length so far; pulled out the first scarf yet again and started over because it was too wide and tight; and finally, I broke a knitting needle into three pieces.

There is a good chance that if you're reading this you will get some sort of knitted creation for Christmas (feel free to submit requests). Either that or a few of you will recieve scarves that I have knitted forty times. Either way, it's the thought that counts, right?

Or maybe I'll give people scarves...and then give them presents to apologize.

Chicago is Moody...and I love it :)