It's grrrrrrrape (not soda)!

The title's a joke from The Office.  Michael's trying to get buddy-buddy with Jim, and he sees Jim buying a grape soda.  His opening to a conversation is to evoke Tony the Tiger; suffice to say, Jim isn't impressed, though he does kind of humor him.  Anyway, this post really has nothing to do with soda or The Office, so I'll stop dilly-dallying.

I've been eating fruit on a daily basis, which is a far cry from when I'd only partake when it was washed and presented to me by someone else.  I bought a big bag of grapes last Thursday, and I've enjoyed them and some nectarines I got for 99 cents a pound ever since.  It's funny to me that, while on my own, I seek out fresh fruit as opposed to the canned or serving size fruit cocktail or peaches my mom or grandma used to readily offer.  In fact, while I was at the market, I toyed with the idea of buying a can or two of peaches or pineapple chunks.  At that moment, I decided against it because I thought the cans would be too heavy to bring back (I already had like 60 pounds of groceries to carry three blocks from the bus stop).  I'd like to think that I did myself a favor not going for anything swimming in delicious, delicious high fructose corn syrup, but I was really just lucky that I was unable to pack more weight onto my person.

I think I'm going to start labeling my posts whenever my blue bowl appears in a photo.  I was given that bowl in the second or third grade.  My sister and I attended Options, which provided day care on our elementary school site, every morning before school started since Mom had to be at work early, and this was a Christmas gift.  It has my name written on it (as evidenced in yesterday's photo), and it was previously filled with candy and granola bars and stuff like that.  It's survived something like 18 years, and I think that makes it worthy of a label.