So that is what the inside of your toe smells like if it is on fire..

My life is uneventful and fantastically mundane with the exception of my one arch enemy, my right big toenail. I know it does not seem like a formidable foe, but it certainly has been a challenge to the kingdom of "WorkoutLand"...Good god. Anyway, it was time for what has become my annual ingrown toenail surgery when I suggested to my trusty doctor that maybe we just remove the WHOLE toenail just to avoid doing this yearly song and dance. He said "we can if you want to, but look at mine first". He then produced the world's ugliest non-toe nailed toe I have ever seen. Most of the toenail was gone, but two little nubbin toenails were growing on either side of a gigantic crater where the rest of the toenail once was...I actually gasped out loud. Holy Crap. I have seen "nursing home toenail" and this was 15 times worse. He then qualified it by saying, "well he didn't do the best job, but it won't leave much for you to paint". I then pictured seeing my sisters' faces when I show up in the summer wearing sandals (which are really the only shoes I can wear since they don't make size 11.5 in "cute" closed toed shoes) and either A.) painting the crater where the toenail used to reside or B.) wearing a press on toenail..never would work, or C.) saying forget it and going Au Natural with my nasty bi-coastal evil nubbin toenail(S)..they would all freak. I did actually picture their faces and laughed out loud. I don't think the toe-nailless one would look okay even if you airbrushed the Mona Lisa on it and be-dazzled it.

So we carried on with the next best thing. Ablation of the nail bed. Yikes. I have had this freaking menace toenail gouged out of my foot repeatedly and the nail bed scorched with q-tips covered in Phenol that should have killed the entire nail but didn't even phase my prolifically growing toenail. Nothing has worked, so it was time to break out the big guns. No more screwing around. Oh no, this time we were going to cut out the offending party and then stick a electric cauterizing tip down the hole in my foot and actually burn up the nail bed. The nuttiest part is that this was the "better option" and I thanked him for it. All I could envision was my sisters' faces of despair if I went the nubbin toenail route...so I had to try.

I love this doctor. He gets totally excited about anything and will do anything for you. You can show up at his house at midnight if your nose gets broken (it must be set in a hour to avoid surgery..geez), page him in the middle of a run and he will turn right around in his tracks to go back to the hospital, he will do your yearly gynecological visit, burn off a wart or spay your cat...maybe not in that order, but totally not kidding. He apologized during the worst part which were the one million (or two) shots I got in my big toe and complimented me about how tough I must be to have tolerated my terribly evil toenail. He even save the piece he pulled out of my foot. I think it looks a little like Abe Lincoln as it sits on my coffee table ready to gross out my co-workers in the morning. Then he slapped a giant pad on the outside of my leg (ground for the electricity it turns out) and turned up the voltage on some sort of machine and went to work "ablating" my toenail bed.

"Ablating" must come from the French word for "on fire from the inside" because I knew my toe was numb, but it was definitely HOT inside my skin, and I could smell my toe burning..but it didn't really hurt in a normal way. I will tell you that it is not for the faint at heart. Now, I did watch the whole thing with morbid curiosity so that might have helped if I hadn't watched the smoke pour out of my toe....hehehe, there wasn't actual smoke. Meanwhile the good doctor is telling me some story about the time he was doing a vasectomy with the same sort of a tool...and ...I didn't hear the rest because that sounds like a worse idea that sticking the super-electric needle into an open toe nail wound.

So here I sit at home feeling pathetic with my big toe all wrapped up, no exercise for this week and a husband with a boarding pass for a 7 a.m flight tomorrow who is no Florence Nightingale because he just got home from China... and the smell of my burning toenail singed in my nostrils..

So there you go...

Jake has been traveling quite a bit lately so there have been funny things I have noticed:

1. Jake makes a lot of laundry- I need to buy more underpants and work shirts so that I can have enough to make a full load. I did 2 loads that were 1/3 full. No good...although now that I think of it, less folding and I actually know where everything goes...hmmm

2. Jake makes a lot of dishes- I have had to run a half load lately because I used up all my cereal bowls and coffee mugs. But, Jake is also in charge of putting away the dishes and is quite good at it.

3. Jake eats a lot of food- I made entirely too much spaghetti...like I used up all my Tupperware to store it. There is usually only one little tub of leftovers. I will never eat all of this. What is the mailing address for the starving African children?

4. Jake is great with the remote- Unless there is actually nothing on for real all of the sudden. He always finds something good...or at least watch-able.

4b. Jake is the only one who knows how all of our remote controls work- Criminy. Seriously? I am staring at 5 remotes. Not one of them makes someone come and bring me a snack.

5. I am a terrible relaxer..or Jake is an excellent relaxer- He is the only reason I relax. He is the Master Relaxer, and it is contagious. I am a total nutcase by myself. I will make dust on concrete. I plan how to relax....

This is all probably why I miss him so much when he is gone. Not enough dishes or laundry, nothing on TV (not that I can run the clicker anyway), and I just run around like an idiot until I fall over.

So there you go.

Christmas Fun

So pretty much this is a great big THANK YOU to everyone who fed us, let us sleep at their house, adjusted their schedules, and went out of their way in any way to make our trip so great! I loved seeing all of you that I spent time with, and am sad that I missed the rest of you that I didn't get to see. We are back to Kansas in June of 2009 for a triathlon in Lawrence so I plan on catching the Eastern part of the state then since we were primarily in the middle to western part of the state this time.

We spent most of our time in Lindsborg and Hill City with a quick stop over in Manhattan overnight for New Years Eve. I hate being this far away from everyone especially around the holidays, but I realized this last time home that I would never normally get to spend that many consecutive days with everyone if we still lived in KS. It would have been a bunch of quick little trips or broken up in some way because of work. Interesting.

Things that made me giggle:
1. Officiating- Jake and his dad got to officiate some basketball games together. I think Jake really enjoyed it. If you happen to get the Hill City paper there is a nearly life sized picture of him and his dad in their referee gear ready to get to work. It was fun to watch them work together as Jake's dad is a very laid back official and Jake is a crazy high strung one. Hysterical. I also got to eat the world's most delicious yet bizarre beef jerky from the concession stand. It was actually the size of my head and got dug out of a box and handed to me with a little sheet of waxed paper. Very lady like and fantastic.

2. Windmills- If you don't ever drive out on I-70 past Salina you won't have any idea what I am talking about. I will do my best to explain it. Envision GIANT windmills stretched as far as the eye can see over the windy pasture land. There. Hard to explain why it is so amazing unless you see it. If you haven't seen it get out there and take a look. It's probably one of the coolest things I have ever seen...and confirms that Kansas is STUPID windy.

3. M&M butt- I was rearranging some things in my back pack on the way to the airport when we were leaving and decided to eat some chex mix. Apparently at some point between Abilene and Gypsum I dropped a M&M onto the car seat. So I spent the next 100 miles warming up the M&M with my rear end and smearing it into my seat and my "seat". I got out at the airport and found the train wreck on the rental car seat. Folks in Wichita, Memphis and Greenville airports got to try and solve the mystery of "what is on that lady's rear end?"

Anyway, I left out a million stories and fun moments but I am tired and those are the ones that stick out tonight! Hope you all had an excellent holiday season and are doing well in this first week of 2009. Again I want to thank each of you for everything!

Ready.

Getting excited to head towards the frosty Midwest later this week! I am really looking forward to it. We are going to be in Lindsborg and Hill City primarily with a quick trip to Manhattan. It cracks me up that our idea of a relaxing vacation is driving all over the state! Oh well. It always is a great time and awesome to see everyone.

I am a little stressed about the christmas gifts I bought. None of them will be in my hands prior to our arrival in Kansas. They were all sent to my parents. Hope they are all there...hope I can remember what should be there.

Hope everyone is having a lovely holiday season! See some of you very soon!

Thanksgiving

We spent our seconds turkey day in the SC last week.  Each therapist needs to be around for either Christmas or Thanksgiving and we generally like to take a lot of time around Christmas.  There is nothing like being at home for Thanksgiving, but home is not an option from this distance currently so we make the best of the day.  We are very lucky to be surrounded by other people that don't have families here and are our friends so it makes for good company!  

There were five of us for lunch/dinner and everyone brought different things that they had for their own home Thanksgivings.  I was "in charge" of the staples: turkey, potatoes, green bean casserole, dressing, and rolls...and cherry pie.  Jake loves cherry pie.  I totally despise everything about it.  Needless to say it is not an often made creation at our house.  It was not a total success but not a total failure.  Jake ate the whole pie in about 3 days so it must not have been totally bad.  

We had appetizers, played games and before we knew it the turkey was done!  Pretty darn good day all around.  It was great to spend time with friends and kick back....and eat combinations and amounts of things that have make my stomach a mess for almost 5 straight days now.  But I am totally thankful for every miserable, carb fueled moment!  Definitely missed all of you, but thought of you guys all throughout my day and was lucky enough to have a few other great folks to surround myself with.  

Hope all is well with all of you and you had a great turkey day!  Gooble, gobble! 

Repression and Avoidance.

Repression and Avoidance. The healthiest way to deal with stress and your feelings.

I have fallen off of the face of the earth lately. Work stuff has been a little rocky(too busy, I don't have all the answers) so I like to crawl in a hole and not talk to anyone until I know all of the answers and have the problems solved. It makes my mom crazy. She is so sensitive and loving and wants to help me and hear my stories...all I want to do is not talk about it and get off of the phone. Unfortunately that is how 3/4 of her daughters are. We don't like to talk about our feelings...or really even have them if at all avoidable. We fast forward through all conflicted parts of movies, change the station to avoid conflict on television, and all only own really crappy hysterical movies with happy endings and no plot. I will admit that I am probably the worst.

We get the channel changing thing from our father. I thought Jake was going to freak out and beat him up when we were at home a few weeks ago. My dad only had one working foot so it wouldn't have been that hard. He wouldn't have been able to run away very fast. I think pity was the only thing that prevented my husband from snatching one of dad's crutches (the only one left after the other blew out of the back of the pickup) and beating dad over the head with it until he gave the clicker up to Jake or vowed to watch an ENTIRE television program, football game, or commercial without changing it to avoid the conflict portion. I think Jake missed three game winning field goals, 5 plot altering conflicts in TV shows, and anything meaningful in general that occurred on TV that day. I just sat on the couch and laughed. It was a really nice afternoon of TV for me!

Anyway, I suppose this is an apology post. To all of you that have left me phone messages without responses, sent e-mails without responses, or just wondered if I fell down a rabbit's hole, I apologize. I am doing my best to catch up this weekend. Tough it out with me..I am sorry..I will be better when I have all the answers again!

Trip to Kansas

I made a super-quick, impromptu trip home last weekend. My parents were supposed to come visit us until my dad managed a triple Lutz off of the end of his pick up and broke his foot. For those of you that don't know my dad, he does things all the way and this foot fracture was no exception. They FAXED me a COPY of the x-ray and you could see the giant thing as clear as day (usually you can't even figure out what body part the x-ray is of once it has been copied, much less faxed). So my farmer father was on two crutches with his foot in a boot and not very happy about it. He and my mother were planning on coming to visit us, but it didn't look like a good idea with my dad dragging his broken self around. Jake was already headed to KS for work and I was able to swing a few days off (which probably won't happen again for a while but that is a totally different post) so off I trotted to the Columbia, SC airport at 4:30 a.m last Thursday to board a plane.

Driving to catch a flight is totally stressful. Of course it was worse because I was driving myself as Jake was already in KS. I don't care if you live 8 miles from that airport, there is always something that can happen to make you miss your flight, and at 4:30 in the morning you are pretty sure at least 3 of them will happen. Anyway, I did not get a flat tire, hit a deer, forget my luggage, get lost, get carjacked, hit a homeless guy, forget my ID, get mugged in the parking lot or try to smuggle a bomb on the plane, so I was just pretty happy when I plopped down in my seat on the plane. I promptly took my Dramamine, put on my sleep mask, IPOD, neck pillow and went back to sleep. I am the perfect seat companion on planes because I usually sit in the window seat and I hate to fly so much I try not to be conscious for any of the experience. Unfortunately if you are looking for a chatty seat companion you better lean across the aisle.

My poor dad picked me up at the airport looking pathetic but perky so we went to lunch at a really fun restaurant in Old Towne in Wichita. Some Latin joint that was delicious for sure. My mom and dad got a new car, so I am still recovering from the whiplash that is a result from my father's secret wish to drive all things as fast as they are possibly meant to go.

The rest of the weekend was really low key and relaxing. There were humongous and delicious steaks, some Stuga beers, and a trip to Brookville. Jake's folks came to Lindsborg on his dad's birthday/KSU game and Jake's mom brought 3 types of desserts. We are all still recovering from that. We also got to see all of our grandparents so that was really fantastic. I am also happy to report that with some much needed and brilliant Physical Therapy my dad was up walking with one crutch with a much smaller calf, and was much happier by the time I left. Mission Accomplished. (Probably good that he did well with one crutch as we managed to lose one out of the back of the pickup on Saturday evening...It was Toll-a-riffic.)

Usually when we come home we run around all over the place. I was sad to not see everyone, but really good to actually relax. Don't be sad if we didn't see you this time. We will be through for the Christmas Whirlwind of the world in December!

On the trip back Jake and I were on the same plane to Memphis, where we split up to head to our two different airports in SC, to our two separate cars both located about 1 hour from our house. Lord knows we would hate to do anything the easy way...that is just not how we roll!

Last Triathlon of the Season

This post is two weeks overdue but I figure I should write it anyway as I have written about all of my other races and I would hate for this one to feel left out.

First though I must comment about how much I hate that the sun doesn't come up until almost 7:30. That is just ridiculous. Secondly I must comment that I hate the fact that I can never sleep in when given the opportunity. It is seriously ridiculous.

Okay, back to our regular scheduled programming. This triathlon was a fun one because it was very close to our house and was apparently the SEC college conference championships for the triathlon season. It was fun to see all the college triathletes. This triathlon was a terrible one because everything managed to be uphill both ways on the course for both the bike and run, and it was my first lake swim for a race.

When we swim in pools they release us two at a time to control the chaos. When we swim in the lake, they release 50 people at one time to try and swim along the same line (aka: Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome in a lake) and it gets ugly. Of course none of the ugliness is intentional as we are all just competitive people, and I didn't hesitate to go all Mel Gibson on a guy and punch him in the leg during his sideways backstroking stupidity as he was swimming the WRONG DIRECTION and cutting everyone off. (I stand by my judgement that if someone wants to backstroke during the swim it is fine, but they should have to go last. It takes up too much room and they have no idea where they are going. It's just common sense.) I was wearing goggles but you sure can't see anything under water, which leads to most run-ins with folks. There was a lot of seaweed (lake weed?) and mud when we were getting in and out at the bank so that was really disgusting. There was also a really lovely 400 yard run up a 45-60 degree incline to our bikes that was not awesome in any way. I did it in 14 minutes and 3 seconds. (53rd place)

The bike portion was only 10 miles long and I had already ridden it with Jake once so it was not very exciting. I still pass a lot of people on really expensive and lightweight bicycles with my really cheap and heavy one so I get a lot of bizarre joy out of that. Unfortunately all of those people I pass on the the bike pass me back on the run....I wonder if they get the same joy? Dangit. The last part of the bike course is the most (or second most) brutal hill I have ever ridden on a bicycle on purpose. Yuck. I did it in 36 minutes and 42 seconds. (38th place)

I am really terrible at running. I just really hate it. I think I am slowly getting better at it, but I especially hate it after I have already swum 500 meters and ridden a bike 10 miles. I have still never run my 3.1 miles in under 30 minutes in a race...and it didn't change this time either. It was hilly and terrible and I had to walk twice to avoid my heart exploding and I got passed by people fatter than me and in worse shape than me. It was just a pretty depressing 31 minutes and 15 seconds. I have a triathlon pal that I race against. We just have a little competitive thing between the two of us. She beat me out of the water on the swim by 5 seconds, I kicked her rear end at the bike by 3 minutes, and then she ran a ridiculously fast 28 minutes and 37 seconds on the 3.1 miles to beat my 31 minutes and 15 seconds. So I ended up losing (me: 1 hour, 25 minutes, and 47 seconds) by 26 seconds to my friend. It was frustrating. Oh well.

I ended up being 49th place out of 103 racers in the Sprint Division, but won second place in my division and have a nifty shoulder pack thing (much better than the fanny pack) for my efforts. I would say that all in all this triathlon experience has been one of the more fun physically competitive things I have ever done in my life. I am not a very successful athlete usually so it is definitely neat to find something you are kind of good at... I should only get better too hopefully. I am hoping to get a good bike over the winter and speed up my slow, pathetic running. I will say that my running improved almost each race (34 minutes, 30.59, 31.58, 31.15 last race). Watch out world, I will be superfast next year!

Homage to Grammy Jane

I have a lot of blog catching up to do. I need to write about my last triathlon and my quick trip to KS to see my parents. I don't have time to get into it all tonight, but my latest activities today made me giggle and think of my Grandma. She was 90 pounds soaking wet after a box of Russell Stovers and a six pack of Coke but moved her furniture all over her homes like she was 2 burly young men.

I Grammy Jane'd the heck out of the apartment tonight. I seriously don't like living here. No secret. I seriously haven't been trying very hard to not hate it. I seriously never re-arrange or try to make it better just out of spite for the apartment. Until this evening. Jake made the mistake of leaving me alone in the apartment after I spent the weekend with my mother...Furniture Queen Mover Jr. I got right to it tonight. Magazine-under-the-corner-of-the-buffet-shoving-it-across-the-room kinda get to it.

I think the feng shui is definitely better. High five Grammy Jane! Thanks for all you taught me!

Freaking Internet

I would imagine everyone can appreciate that I don't take a bunch of picture of myself in my triathlon get up to work so everyone can see me in all my glory. It is not a sight I am particularly proud of (sorry to end with a preposition but I am tired). However, one of my co-workers dug up a bunch of pics of me at the Lauren's YMCA triathlon on the Internet and printed them off...and then wrote fun little captions and posted them at work. It was really bad. Spandex is not good on anyone, but especially not good when you don't know that someone is taking pictures of you and you have no chance to try and minimize the effects.. I imagine that the images are burned into the backs of their minds for good! I don't think there is anything else of me on the internet, but if there is I am sure they will find it.

Why Did I Do That On Purpose?

Titles for the blog entries are hard to come up with sometimes. I also am not sure if I should capitalize every word, only have the beginning capitalized like a real sentence, or maybe I should just write the whole thing in lower case to make it seem less urgent. I also think it is funny when people think you are yelling at them why you write in all caps (either handwriting or on the computer)...I am just sloppy at writing in cursive in real life so often choose to use upper case so folks can read it. I digress from the original point of this blog.

So I rode my bike 28 miles today with Jake. It was brutal and sucktastic. The course was really hilly and long and there was a lot of traffic. The route was Jake's bike course for his first Olympic distance triathlon he is doing this weekend so it will give him a good edge on his competition...mentally at least. Seriously it was really far. There was a terrible hill up to the car at the end. If there hadn't been so many people on the golf course I seriously would have walked my bike to the end.

I have my last sprint triathlon this weekend and it should be fun. It is my first swim that is not in a pool and did I mention the bike and run course will be seriously hilly? Yuck. Nothing like getting up at 5 a.m to go kick your own butt for no reason except for a bizarre sense of accomplishment...and getting to go eat at IHOP afterwards because you have finally burned enough calories in your life to eat the chicken fried steak skillet.

I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A REALLY NICE WEEK...not yelling at all.

The Awesomeness of NetFlix

Netflix is very solid. It is one of those things were you send away for movies and they show up in your mailbox, then you watch them and put them back in your mailbox. It is a little like magic. However, the list must be constantly monitored to ensure that Jake does not make all of the decisions or I will end up with all the Rocky, Rambo, and Star Wars movies they will allow us to have...oh and anything with Ronald Reagan (you would really be surprised at how many movies there are with good old Ronny).. and it will occur during a week when he is out of town and I could be watching something entertaining and mindless (my favorite genre).

The best part is that it prevents me from having to go to the nastiest Hollywood video ever. It would not be the flagship store for sure. I am pretty sure corporate has not been here since the grand opening. There is not a lot of competition for videos here in G-wood and they have figured out that the market is cornered so they can pretty much get away with anything. It is not that they are rude (as one employee nicely held the door open for me while they were smoking from inside) or unfriendly (as two of them were nice enough to speak at a tremendously loud volume about a really unattractive store incident so that I could participate in the story) as just generally rank and unsavory. The store smells like what I would imagine the inside of a nose smells like (maybe the underside of a toenail) and they are always out of everything except Tyler Perry movies and HBO specials.

Anyway, can't even remember what caused me to write this. The "what the inside of a nose must smell like" made me laugh so hard I forgot my train of thought. Oh well. Anyway, I guess I should close by saying that I am thankful for this brilliant service as it was that Netflix that helped several other people confirm that I have a soul last weekend by sending me a movie that caused me to cry for 1.75 hours for "entertainment" in front of 2 really surprised folks. I am fixing the list so that it is only full of ridiculous crap.

Out of Gas..For Real

The southeastern portion of the United States is out of gas...seriously. It is very weird. Apparently we are on a totally different supply chain than you lucky Kansas folks and ours was all torn up by the 5 hurricanes that have hit in the Gulf. At first it was just people being stupid and causing problems (which I think still might be part of the problem) but now we are actually out of gas all over the place. It is very odd to try and plan where you are going based on the possibility that there might not be any gas to get you home with. We were going to go to Greenville for a 5K and to return some pants this weekend but decided it wasn't really a necessary trip and thought we would wait until we had other reasons to go. I realize that a lot of folks cannot afford the gas to do things, but it is completely different than there just not being any gas. Bizarre.

Funky

It is rainy, about 70 degrees and a beautiful time to lie around and do nothing. I have my last triathlon of the season in two weeks but I have no desire to get off of the couch. ZERO.

I should get off of the couch because I ate my weight in Peanut Butter M&M's today. It was awesomely delicious but somewhat nauseating.

This is all really about khaki pants though...let's not try to hide it. I am currently wearing a pair of pants that I bought my first year out of PT school (more than 5 years) because I have been unable to find additional pants that I like and then intermittently give up on looking out of frustration and spite. These are my favorite pants. They are too big. That is a fact. They are kinda ratty around the bottom. That is a fact. They have a small hole in them at the base of the pocket on one side because that is where the spare button sewn to the inside of the pocket wore through them. That is a fact.

I tried to buy 2 new pairs of khakis this week. I went the mall in Greenville and tried them all on. All too short. But then all the store people snooker me into ordering them online in "Tall". Now, those of you that are short will agree. Those of you that are "regular" are stupid, and I will stomp you will my size 11.5 feet and grab you with my really long arms. "Tall" does not mean that the pants are longer in the leg, no, no. It means that they are also longer in the rise...which I will refer to as "crotch" because it makes me laugh more and the jokes are funnier that way. The regular sized person in the store tells me that I need pants that are "Long" not "Tall" but no one makes those in regular khakis. I can't do all of my crazy job requirements in nice pants, they just get ruined or ripped or get bodily fluids on them. I am seriously going to have to get janitors pants in some sort of a men's size just so it is functional. I digress. Anyway, when I buy pants that are "Tall" and extra long in the rise I develop a near fatal disease called "Captain Long Crotch" which is a terribly disfiguring disease where the pants come up too high on my waist, get all gappy in the back, the crotch sags down to mid thigh and the pockets stick out like I am stuffed into them like a sausage despite the fact the pants are entirely too big. What an awesome deal! I am hot! That is why it is fatal...because I want to jump from a high building when I see my reflection.

So that was one pair of the "perfect" pants the folks helped me order. The second pair was my own fault. I assumed since the had the same name (why do styles of pants get people's names at some stores?) they would fit the same as the pants I already had and liked of the same name. Following? I even called up the company and quizzed the girl about what size I should order. Up or down? She assured me they would be fantastic. So I eagerly tear open the box and attempt to put them on. Did they send me a child's pants? Did I order from a leprechaun store? AAAAARRRGGHH! Jake then walks in the room and laughs because it looks like I stole the pants from a 10 year old, they were so tiny...but ironically EXACTLY THE SAME SIZE AS THE OTHER PANTS.

So I quit. I got up this morning and ironed my "Crappiest Pants In the World" and proudly wore them to work...with my trail running shoes and some sort of belt that you thread through two half circles that I mess up sometimes (Nikki just had a stroke). That will teach society. Make it too hard and this is what you get.

Luckily they are too big because there was extra room for M&M's...Bitsy loves M&M's...

World's Craziest Sandwich

Not usually blog worthy, but seriously I had the best sandwich today. It almost killed me.

Get this. Focaccia bread, jerk chicken breast, jalapenos, pineapple, mozzarella cheese all melty on top, chipolte aolia. Not just a few jalapenos, a million. I was breathing fire but could not stop eating it because it was so good. I thought I was being a wimp until Jake tried some of it and started sweating... MMMM, delicious.