Cookie Cartel

8 Feb

In honor of National Girl Scout Cookie Day, I’m turning my little eye to organization’s $700 million dollar cookie business. Now that’s a lot of flour. 1,050,000 pounds to be exact.


According to Little Brownie Bakers, a division of Keebler owned by Kellogg specifically created to produce Girl Scout cookies, meeting peak season also demands a recipe of  300,000 pounds of shortening, 650,000 pounds of sugar,  230,000 pounds of peanut butter, 50,000 pounds of cocoa and 500,000 pounds of chocolate coating.

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What’s Up, Doc?

8 Jan

I squirmed on the tissue paper, feet dangling in the air as I waited to ahhhhhhh for the doctor in the tiny examination room. All I had was a little cough and runny nose. But that didn’t keep me from getting antsy. The moments spent behind the closed exam door, staring at posters of the human anatomy and a massive bottle of hand sanitizer are always my most intense. As time crawls, tinkers with butterflies and then simply takes a nap, the shoe symphony plays in the hallway: the dragging feet of other patients like myself uneager to take their seat in a nearby room, the frenetic shuffling techs and nurses shepherding guests in the maze from scale to blood pressure station to room.  And now, the big finish, as the self-assured, not too fast or too slow stroll of the doctor is heard pounding the linoleum as he or she strides from one room to the next, pausing to read the charts and to summon a smile: What’s up, doc?

School of Gridlock

24 Nov

roadrageTraffic is simply part of most American commuters’ workplace reality: According to TAMU’s 2012 Annual Urban Mobility Report released back in February, we spend the equivalent of a full work week a year glaring at another driver’s license plate. Talk about road rage. During my time stuck in a little Ford Focus with a certain omniscient amphibian plastered to it side, I’ve conducted a little research of my own: How to navigate the wild, wild west of terrible traffic. Continue reading

Drawer of Misfit Clothes

23 Nov

curtainAs the calendar charges full speed ahead to Thanksgiving, a holiday famed for leaving everlasting leftovers, I want to press pause and rewind back to October 31. That $7.6 billion dollar holiday definitely has a few leftovers of its own. Not just the cheap, molding candy. I mean a drawer-full of costumes from yesteryear that I have no idea what to do with. I can’t be alone: American adults spent over $1 billion dollars on costumes this year. Much more than we did on the kiddos, which says a lot. But what happens to costumes after their night in the limelight? Continue reading

Chocolate Aspirin

6 Oct

There are the best of times, there are the worst of the times; And then there’s the perpetual war my body wages against me once a month, also known as periods. I know, it’s a touchy topic. One I usually mask myself. Frankly, I prefer a week-long rant against stupid Eve. Loads of sleep. A diet of anything chocolate, anything aspirin and tea, namely peppermint. And warm fuzzy socks. Continue reading

Fighting the Wind

20 Sep

Some of life’s greatest battles are fought far away from the world gun powder and fatigues. Instead they are against nature’s bullies. Wind, rain, fire, etc.

Seriously, how do you fight an opponent you can’t touch? Invisible, omnipotent forces make a heck of an enemy. I witnessed it firsthand as I watched tennis talent Serena Williams struggle against the swirling winds on the Arthur Ashe Court in this year’s U.S. Open Finals. The wind openly mocked her. It tussled her skirt and converted her usual one-hitter quitter aces into technicals as they crashed into the net or sailed out of bound.

About ¾s into the match, I watched as an obviously frustrated Serena morphed into one who had finally accepted the wind’s presence and adjusted accordingly. It was amazing. And she went on to win. How many of us are like Serena, knowing things are beyond our control but burrow their heels and fight against the inevitable anyway. It’s fruitless and a complete waste of energy. Continue reading

Those Who Can

11 Aug

My family grows teachers.  My dad’s a teacher. My mom’s a teacher. Aunts and cousins, too. But I’ve always wrinkled my nose at the profession. Probably a result of an ill-seeded “those who can, do; those can’t, teach” planted by some haphazard farmer years ago.

So instead of following my parents into the world of lesson plans and chalkboards, I decided to major in business management. All the world’s a business, my 17-year-old self reasoned.  I figured if I understood the basic principles, I could simply apply them to my actual interests and skills.  Ironically, my journey away from the family business has led me through the back doors of countless classrooms. One in particular still sticks with me.  Continue reading


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