Surprisingly, these two subjects are not in anyway related, but both are responsible for making this a Very Good Day.

We’ll start with the ketchup packet.

If you are anything like me, you love yourself some ketchup.

I’m not saying a little ketchup. I’m saying lots of ketchup. Tons of ketchup. Enough for a nice-sized glob at the end of each french fry.

And if you ask me, the packets offered by food chains never contain enough ketchup to thoroughly enjoy a nice plate of fries. I mean, really. Look at these things:

You need 100.

It never fails. I always end up with a pile of empty packets about 11 feet tall next to my plate.

Embarrassing? Not for me. But on a couple occasions I’ve caught my dining partners doing a shifty-eyed glance around, hoping nobody else has noticed the mountain of used packets strewn on our table.

So imagine my delight when I saw this article posted on facebook!

After years of silently praying, the Ketchup Gods have answered. Heinz is revamping the ketchup packet to hold three times more ketchup, making for more convenient dipping, squirting, and all around ketchup-loving goodness.

Hallelujah!

Now, couple that with this picture that my co-worker sent me:

Bob Marley Shot

I was told I need to take at least one of these while in Jamaica. And I will be. Oh yes, I certainly will be.

This same co-worker also told me the bus drivers hide cases of beer in the woods.

En route to your resort, they’ll pull over, disappear into the bushes, and return with a case of Red Stripe to be enjoyed on the way to your hotel.

This, people, is the definition of paradise.

Check back next week for stories from Ochos Rios, Jamaica.

Until then… ๐Ÿ™‚

Back to reality…

November 23, 2009

Well, I’m back from St. Maarten! (Insert extremely fake happy voice here.)

Warning: Although I know most of you only read this for my amazing wit and overall awesome sense of humor, this post doesn’t really have any of that. I’m still in post-vacation depression mode and I just don’t have it in me yet.

But since I’ve been back for over a week now, and I know you’ve all been anxiously checking this every day, I figured I should get something up here so you didn’t all think I had fallen off the face of the Earth.

So, hello everyone! I’m back in the States after a week of pure bliss in paradise. And boy oh boy, Boston sure knew how to welcome us back after a week in 85-90 degree weather. We flew back last Saturday night and came back to rain, cold, and overall disgustingness. (I don’t care if that’s not a word, that’s what it was.)

My tan…well, ok, sunburn….is already faded and my summer clothes have all been washed and put away for next year.

Ugh.

So forgive me if I’ve been a little lax about posting here. It’s gonna take some time people.

Stayed tuned tomorrow for a little more about my week in paradise, and an article on everyone’s favorite breed of humans: Gingers!

Those topics go together like….well actually, they don’t go together at all.

Sorry if I seem all over the place today. I’ve officially switched into vacation mode. But before we talk about that, let’s get serious.

It’s just for a second, I swear!

How old were you when you had your first drink?

13? 15? 18?

Am I close? Or am I being too conservative?

Me? I was 25.

……what? I was!

Alright, I only put that because I know my dad reads my posts, (Hi Dad!), so I have to pretend I’m somewhat responsible.

I’m not sure what the average age is, but I think it’s safe to assume most kids have tried an alcoholic drink by the time they’re 16 or 17. I’m not saying all 16 and 17 year olds are going out and getting smashed every weekend (although I know some are), but it would be pretty naive to think they’re not experimenting.

Anyway, back in October, Nickelodeon aired a special episode titled “Kids in Rehab” for their series Nick News with Linda Ellerbee.

Of the 2 million people who checked into rehab in 2007, almost 25,000 of them were under the age of 15.

15 years old.

And we’re not talking they had tried a drink by the age of 15, or even gone out and gotten drunk a couple times by the age of 15. These kids that checked into rehab were alcoholics.

High-freaking-five Nickelodeon for bringing attention to this.

I already thought you rocked because you constantly play marathons of Spongebob Squarepants, but highlighting such a scary and important issue makes you rock even more.

OK, now onto the second part of this post…

This time tomorrow, I’ll be on a plane, headed HERE:

StMaarten

Ahhhhhhhh

And this is what I’ll look like flying in:

Did you see me waving??

Needless to say, I’m pumped.

I won’t be anywhere near a computer for the next week, so this will be the last post for a bit.

Have a great weekend/week. I’ll be thinking of you all while I’m on the beach.

Wait, who am I kidding. No I won’t. ๐Ÿ™‚