Thursday, February 26, 2009

Peanut Butter & Sandwich Baggies

I just moved into my own apartment this last weekend (!) and I'm still gathering the essential kitchen items like a can opener or Tupperware.

While I wish I thought to take these things from the condo the last time I was there, I'm learning to improvise until I can purchase them.

Today, I really wanted peanut butter with my celery, but I didn't want to take the whole jar of PB to work, so I stuck a couple tablespoons in a plastic sandwich bag. It definitely helped me transport the substance, but getting it out of the bag is a lot messier than I anticipated.

This is the first time that I've lived totally on my own so I'm sure I'll be learning many more lessons like this in the near future. I look forward to sharing them with you.

What about you? Have any funny first time in a new place or on your own stories?

P.S. I'm also without Internet at my house right now, so I'll be posting when I can on my lunch break until I get that all set up.


Martha said...

The only time I ever lived alone it did not go well. I did used to eat ice cream by the half-gallon. I am not self-sufficient. ;-)

Chris said...

Nothing funny happened that I recall. I just remember how nice it felt to create a routine that was all mine. And I noticed that -- despite the fact that my ex-wife had harassed me incessantly about leaving lights on -- I never left lights on in my place.

brataloid said...

It's funny that you mention the lights. I always got in trouble about that, but I'm super careful about it in my new place. I'm looking forward to establishing my own routine.