Canned Spanish Rice

Yesterday evening my boyfriend and I were at the grocery store. We were looking for rice, I said that I definitely did NOT want canned Spanish rice to go with our burritos because I do not like canned Spanish rice. That's when it all started.
My boyfriend, though he may have been joking, said there was no such thing as canned Spanish rice. I swore up and down that there was, and proceeded to spend the next thirty minutes looking through this major grocery store chain trying to find canned Spanish rice. I failed to find any.
I have since spent quite some time looking online for canned Spanish rice. I cannot find any ANYWHERE!!!!
I know that it exists. I know that I am not crazy. I know that canned Spanish rice is NOT a figment of my imagination. I'm going to try looking at more stores around here. I will find canned Spanish rice!!!!!

My Life Right Now

I have decided to begin this blog as a way to express myself without having to bore those around me with my daily aggravations, ups, and downs. Granted, my boyfriend will most likely still hear about everything that goes on in my day, but I hope that this blog will be another outlet for my thoughts and feelings on my life.
Just a little bit about myself....
I am 22 years old. I am a senior at a local college, majoring in Early Childhood Education. I am doing my student teaching (internship) this fall, then I will be finished with school. I currently still live at home with my parents, as the job that I have right now would not support my living on my own. Hopefully I will get a job upon completion of my studies and be able to move out.
One major source of frustration for me has been the fact that my sister and her two kids moved back in with us last summer. I love my sister, and I adore her children, but our house is small. My things that I have (though I realize that they are just things) are mine and I really do not like to come home from work and find them scattered across my room or all throughout the house.
Another source of frustration is work. I like where I work, I've been there for almost three and a half years, and will quit only when it is time for me to move on with my life (i.e. in one month). I work at an ice cream shop with mostly teenagers. While I have nothing against teenagers in general, I have learned, finally, to detach myself from them and not to take their immature actions personally. I have learned that they are not attacking me as a person, but simply showing normal teenage behavior toward those in authority (namely, myself).
I've heard that no one likes to read a long blog, so I won't type anymore for right now. I'll write more later tonight or tomorrow maybe.