When I hear the words "shaved turkey", I just get really, really confused (giggly?). I think it harkens back to a childhood conversation I had with my father when we were grocery shopping once. He said something along the lines of, "As opposed to a turkey with a full beard". Also kind of reminds me of Dilbert.

I went grocery shopping today. Obviously. Due to a recent, and somewhat hefty, check I received in the mail from MSU, I let myself go a little today at Kroger. I'm telling you guys, I could bleed myself dry in that produce section- all of those beautiful mushrooms, radishes and bananas, the works! Also that cheese kiosk kills me. KILLS ME. Brie is just not something you can buy every day. So today, I treated myself to a few things I never, ever let myself buy.

1. Brie

2. InStyle

3. Sweet Potato chips

4. Amy's Soups

5. Radishes

6. Mushrooms

7. Fresh raspberries

I know, I know. I should budget myself better. But what better thing to blow money on that real good food?

Lately it's all been work, sleep, class, work sleep class, worksleepclass. Pretty exhausting, which is why I'm excited to go home to Ethel for a full weekend to spend a few days after my birthday. It'll be good times with the family, the cats, and the disgusting abundance of cat hair. But really, I am looking forward to it. That good ole gas heater, the good ole brothers, my good ole parents, and good ole Ethel in general. Speaking of general, my sister got a greyhound!

His name is General, by the way.

Here is a picture of us studying hard.

In the end, I should clean my room, turn the heater back on, read Dickens, eat those raspberries, and work more on program for this summer. Oh, did I mention that I am program director at Camp of the Rising Son this summer? Well, I am. And it's going to be awesome. Here's a fun note to end this post on, and wishfully, to end this entire debate about the Ole Miss mascot. (pssst, chancellor: no one cares.)

http://www.thedmonline.com/content/introducing-admiral-ackbar

End edit: I updated the blog for Emily O'Dell. To save her from cookingblogboredom.