No, this isn’t the number for free money from Western Union.
Didn’t have the heart/time/energy to tell him that there’s really no such thing (as free money, that is), and that it’s probably a scam of some sort. There was too strong a language barrier, and he wasn’t actually listening to me anyways (I had to repeat myself several times so that he knew I’d even answered the phone).
I may have gone slightly overboard at the Farmer’s Market today. It’s so easy to do, even if one is limited by the bag they brought (that’s right, Farmer’s Market and avoiding all those plastic bags by bringing my own! I conquered … something very earth-friendly today, don’t you think?). On the list: potatoes for Thursday’s dinner and lettuce for BLTs on the weekend. Purchased: potatoes, lettuce, cucumbers, zucchini, dill, cauliflower, peas, and a lovely bouquet of flowers (I’ll have to post a picture tomorrow – they’re so colorful and summery, so much so that I just accidentally described them as colorfully). Well, it was all still just $20, so as long as we actually consume a large portion of it, we’re doing good, I think.
Of course, now I have to get it all home, which means wrangling it on the bus (only a task when they give us the crappy tiny bus, or worse the less-crappy-but-tinier bus), which if this morning’s commute into the city and yesterday’s home are any indicators, will be chock-a-block full of people. Oh well. Hope no one’s allergic to flowers. Also, I hope the driver does not crank up the heat, or whatever the issue was yesterday. That was unpleasant.
when it hits my tongue, it tastes almost salty, then it disappears
arriving instantaneously in my nose
searing pain and heat and spice
always lingering a bit longer than i think i can bear
because i keep using more and more
it’s never enough, i love it so
Mind if I just lay my head down on my desk for awhile? Kthx.
I was doing fine today, despite my lack of sleep, until about 10 minutes ago. Now I’m pretty sure it’s naptime. That must mean it’s time to change tasks and do something else.
Slept horribly last night. I had a Diet Coke for dinner (I wasn’t really all that hungry) before class, and then on the way home got some T-Bell. Good stuff. Thought I was tired, but when I went to bed I just laid there. Couldn’t sleep. Barely tired. Drifted in and out of sleep-like states every 5 minutes until about 2 am, when I realized I was impossibly hot and couldn’t take it anymore. The addition of the fan near my side of the bed helped immensely, and then I spent the rest of the night drifting in and out of more-like-sleep states for longer periods of time.
Too much to do tonight. Last night I got the last of the long-strip sewing done on ‘s quilt. By this I mean that I had already taken all the individual strips and sewn them together, folded it in half and sewn it together again, and last night I did the final fold, so I now have one still rather long strip that is 4-strips wide, if that makes any sense. I think it’s going to look OK. The next step is to measure it and then cut out squares (the measuring is so that I know how much excess I have and how much I can afford to be generous in my cutting / placement of squares). After that, I’ll lay it out and figure out if I can just sew it together or if I need sashing. I’m hoping for no sashing, but it might pull it together better. We’ll see. If you don’t know what sashing is, be glad. Looking at the work done so far, it might end up looking alright. I was worried for a while that my fabrics didn’t go well enough together and it would just look like crap. I think, however, I may have entered some weird area where I have enough chaos and mismatching that it’s no longer relevant. And, as pointed out, it’s a little boy’s quilt. Like it really matters. I’m sure it matters to , however, who always looks wonderful and whose house is decorated quite tastefully.
Of course, sewing doesn’t need to be done on ‘s quilt any time soon. It’s just that, well, of the other things that I could have done in the hour between class and “bed,” it’s the one that didn’t require too much thought.
Tonight, I have to study for my final exam in my afternoon class, which is tomorrow. I haven’t started, of course, because I had a ton of papers to write this weekend. I also have to contact someone about getting my 10 volunteer hours in, because summer school ends Thursday. Hmm. Could be interesting. I may not be at work the next few days.
I was kind of hoping that I might dye my hair tonight. You know, there’s a lot of just waiting around during that process, and I’m sure I could study then. Right? And get laundry done. And maybe try that jogging thing again. And, and, and…. All I really want to do is go home, go to bed, and wake up (magically 15 pounds lighter, while we’re asking for the moon). (Slimquick update: I have not gained nor lost any weight, as of this morning’s official weigh-in.)
Shall I spend the afternoon coding in an attempt to stay awake? I think so. Also, there will be wasabi for lunch. Because the Easy Mac just didn’t cut it.
Meme, “borrowed” from Typical Momma
What is your salad dressing of choice? Ranch
What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?Today I’m craving Japanese – I don’t really do favorites.
What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of? Pizza
What are your pizza toppings of choice? Pepperoni and mushrooms and extra cheese and red pepper flakes and sometimes garlic and/or Parmesan (the cheap stuff)
What do you like to put on your toast? Margarine
What is your wallpaper on your computer? Right now, a Cozumel Wren provided by the Nature Conservatory
What color cell phone do you have? Red
Are you right-handed or left-handed? Right
Have you ever had anything removed from your body? Nope
What is the last heavy item you lifted? Something from my car into the storage unit. Probably a box of something.
Have you ever been knocked unconscious? Nope
If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die? No
If you could change your name, what would you change it to?Well, now that I got that pesky all-too-common last name taken care of, I care much less about the ordinariness of my first name. I would prefer at least, however, for it to be spelled interestingly. Like Kelley. I’d settle for that. But nothing original like that for my parents.
Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000? No. Breaking a 23-year no-vomiting streak is worth more than $1000.
How many pairs of flip flops do you own? One, and they need to be replaced.
What do you want to be when you grow up? Who wants to grow up?
Favorite Season? Fall
Favorite Holiday? Christmas
Favorite Day of the week? Any that don’t involve waking up before 7 am.
Favorite Month? May (I think). The trees are blooming and things can be planted and school gets out.
Missing someone? If I think about it hard enough, definitely.
What can you not wait to do? For this semester to be over! I am not enjoying it very much.
What’s the last movie you saw? Independence Day in HD (we bought the DVD over the weekend since I hadn’t seen it before – quality sci-fi entertainment with some good humor and great actor selection).
Do you smile often? Probably not, but I’m getting good at scowling at other drivers.
Is it worth pointing out that, specifically for the last post, recipes and ideas that can either be done the night before or take less than half an hour are important? I’m seriously short on time these days and while I’d love to cook fancy meals, I just don’t have the time and doesn’t really care about presentation (he actually eschews it a bit).
There are plenty of people in this world who think that I am a very picky eater. And, I have been blessed that at least some of these people have been willing to be forgiving of that and work with it (including my MIL, who made me my own potatoes on the grill this weekend without onions, so sweet!). Without arguing that too much, I like to think that in some respects I’m not that picky. I just have a few ingredients I don’t like (OK, “few” might be an understatement to some of you). Whatever.
"I has a flavor"
But then again, don’t we all? Or whole types of cuisine we don’t like? Or… you get the idea. I know very few people who like everything ( being one exception, because I’ve never seen him turn down food ever, and he likes some really nasty foods too, like Lima beans and eggplant and rhubarb).
The problem in cooking for two is not where our dislikes overlap, but where they don’t, leaving one or the other of us to not get to eat a favored food as often as we’d like. I know would like onions, tomatoes, spicy food, sandwiches, etc more often. For my part, I’d like fish and seafood more often, as well as avocados, pork products, etc. I’d like to think that we do a decent job of compromising on this issue, though if feels differently he can certainly leave a comment about that.
This week, he was generous enough to put fish and bacon on the menu, neither of which he particularly cares for. The bacon is for BLTs (or, if you’re me, BLs, since T is just not in the cards, but we bought some for so he can have authentic BLTs), lunches for this weekend. The fish was all me, so I picked out some salmon steaks and decided to have potatoes on the side (so that, if he really hates it, he can fill up on those).
(I’m getting to the point, I promise.)
I like salmon all number of ways, and there are quite a few out there. As I was looking for recipes and ideas online (good starting point: Tastespotting), I realized how many different flavors there are out there that people seem to love (or hate). I personally like my salmon with a nice pepper marinade or with barbecue sauce, but lots of people prefer lemon, dill, or Cajun seasoning.
My theory here is that some of the more objectionable foods (but not the ones on the “will make me throw up” list) can be appreciated more if they are cooked with flavors that one likes. I’m not a huge sandwich fan, but if I can get some italian seasoning, oil, and pepperoni on there, it’s much more enjoyable. I don’t care for onions, but if they’re still crunchy and taste like the grill (a la kabobs), they’re edible. See what I mean?
So, what flavors do you love or hate? I’m thinking more flavor than ingredients, though it can certainly be argued that flavors are also ingredients. But take for example lemon-dill salmon. Salmon is the ingredient, the main focus of the recipe. Lemon and dill are the flavors. Got it?
Some flavor examples: lemon, different spices and herbs, BBQ, heat (jalapeno, red pepper flakes, etc), cheese, gravy, etc. I’m sure you can come up with more than enough on your own. Hint: if you are someone that I frequently (or infrequently) cook for, it would be beneficial for all involved if you commented here, so that I can try to make Saturday brunch or cookies or whatever that you enjoy, which would in turn make me happy. I may have to change the name of this blog, as I feel I am becoming (ever so unlikely and reluctantly) a foodie. A foodie who doesn’t like food that much? Strange, I know. Perhaps I like food more than I thought? Or maybe I just like taking photos with the macro setting. For my part, I’m going to work on figuring out which flavors I really enjoy and which ones I don’t.
"Excuse me - do you has a flavor?"
If that’s too ambiguous for comments, let me suggest this. I’m still looking for a good salmon recipe. Some of the suggestions include: soy-glazed, mediterranean, roasted, cajun (2 different Cajun recipes at the moment)…. Already removed from the running: mustard, orange-glazed, dill (though a favorite, we don’t have fresh dill at the moment because I neglected my plant, and it would be best that way). Also, I’d rather not cook the salmon on the grill, because that would mean would have to do some of the work preparing the meal, and that doesn’t seem right. Any flavor suggestions for the potatoes that compliment the salmon are acceptable as well (I’m leaning towards “crashed” new potatoes, since I’ll be getting the potatoes at the Farmer’s Market tomorrow, but there are plenty of fresh herbs available there, so I’ve got options; I’d make potato salad if anyone could come up with a good, reliable recipe that doesn’t taste like all the store-bought kinds I’ve ever had, because I don’t really like potato salad that much).
I've been avoiding (so far, successfully) purchasing this mug at Starbucks (images totally stolen from ebay and Pottery Barn, though I didn't hotlink them so I'm not totally evil).
It makes me want to decorate entirely in semi-sheer, flowy, white fabric and look for a house like this.
They have some others that I’m briefly tempted to purchase:
Blue swirl mug
Blue stripes mug
Blue floral mug
Except that then I’d have to decorate entirely in blue and white and live in a beach house, which is not really my thing:
Do you ever see very small household items that make you want to entirely redecorate?
Hours spent doing homework: four billion (OK, it’s actually more like 10-12, but it was a lot: two papers, five chapters read, 3 outlines written, four hours of CNN documentary watched, and no studying for Wednesday’s exam)
Miles driven: approximately 280, give or take
House showings: at least 2
Hours spent thinking keys were lost: 12
Number of times bobbin had to be re-threaded because it was empty: 3
New commenters on this blog: 1
Pictures from the weekend (some taken by , some by me):
(a few more in my Flickr photostream, if you’re interested)
Much, much too funny to pass up…. I’m reordering them so that the best is saved for last….
What’s your favorite thing to do on a rainy day? Stay in my pjs all day and watch movies.
Are you a window person or an aisle person? Why? Um, window. It’s easier to sleep, plus I like the view of flying into the city, whichever city it is.
Every person you have ever slept with is invited to a banquet where you are the guest of honor. No one will be in attendance except you, the collection of your former lovers, and the catering service. After the meal, you are asked to give a fifteen-minute speech to the assembly. What do you talk about? I’m sure and I would have a lovely conversation about books or television or stuff that had gone on that day. Because he’d be the only one there. OK, so my answer wasn’t that funny, but thinking about the question was….
- Memory :: Restored
- Original :: CD Track
- Exclusively :: Yours
- Listings :: House
- Bucket :: List
- Knight :: -s of the Round Table
- Dusty :: Malone
- Choice :: Free
- Sunlight :: Bathe
- Change of plans :: There’s been a…
OK, how totally awesome is this – we already have two showings of our house scheduled for this weekend!!! I am thrilled, tickled pink, and… anything else you can come up with to describe how excited one might be about such a development.
Plus, I just got the green light from a fashion-conscious young co-worker for the new pair of pants that I bought. I was afraid they might be too soccer-mom-minivan-summertime, but she said they’re OK.
Oh, and I’m having ice cream for lunch. Frozen yogurt, actually, with granola. It’s almost healthy. Shut up, I don’t care.
Unofficially, I have managed to gain weight. I say unofficially because I weighed myself yesterday, but it wasn’t under the usual circumstances, so it doesn’t count.
Secondly, as an update from yesterday, I started wondering if perhaps it wasn’t the pills I was taking that was making me nauseous, but the multivitamin. I have problems with those suckers, you know. I thought about it this morning because I took the Slimquick at 7:30 and felt fine until about 9:15 (and I took my multivitamin and its friends at 9:00). This seemed suspicious and familiar. I looked around the internet and it seems that quite a few people have had this nausea problem with the One A Day Weight Smart. So, I think I will stop taking that sucker. I’m glad I only bought the 2 month supply instead of the almost-a-year supply. I will see if I can find a different (normal) multivitamin today at the store. Not the One A Day brand, since I continue to have problems with them, and have to religiously take the women’s formula with food in order to avoid the nausea, and nothing seems to help with this weight smart version. Oh, I did find something that helped. Not the water that I was drinking, not the hunk of bread I had leftover from yesterday’s dinner at Panera (that I conveniently forgot about attempting to eat until long after I’d eaten it – that cat really likes her bread!). No, the solution was the Special K Protein Water mix I’ve got sitting here in my drawer. It won’t stop you from needing lunch, but if you’re starving it will help a bit, and it has seemed to (finally) stop the nausea. Yay!
Plus, unfortunately, the nausea didn’t actually stop me from eating (that would be one way to lose weight – just feel nauseous all the time!). In fact, I probably ate more, and crappier stuff, because I was trying to find something to add to my system that would make me feel better (to no avail).
Well, that’s all for now. I’m pondering writing up something about babies and infertility and so forth, but maybe not. Maybe not publicly, at least. Maybe I just want to forget about that subject for a while (which means stopping reading certain blogs, so I need to find some other way to occupy my day while I wait for the phone to ring about once every hour – boring!).
It has been a very long week at work, accentuated by my tiredness, homework pressures, and not having anything to do (or at least nothing that requires the use of my brain). Today, thankfully, is Friday. But, one of the other girls who answers the phones is gone, as is my boss, so I am stuck here (with one backup). Of course, this makes me want to leave, which I can’t.
Secondly, I didn’t get to shower today because the alarm clock won today’s battle (or maybe I did? I sure don’t feel like I won though). Just to prove I’m not the only person who feels this way about our alarm clock, here’s an article on This Is Broken about the poor button placement on our Bose radio. And here is a picture. Now, listen to me carefully. I realize that the Snooze button is larger than the Off button. I realize that in an ideal world we would all be born morning people and just pop out of bed every day at 5:30 without any alarm clock at all. However, some of us are not those people and are never gonna be those people. Some of us are the kind of people who can sleep through half an hour of blaring buzzing alarms, who can turn off quite complicated alarm clock systems in our sleep, and who could easily sleep until 9:30 every day and not feel guilty about it if we didn’t have to talk to morning people.
I’m a little tired of the holier-than-thou comments by people who happen to be born early risers, as if they are genetically superior but also that they somehow choose to be that way, and I am choosing to be a disgusting, lazy person. The comments on that This Is Broken post got me all riled up, and since I have nothing else to think about or do at the moment, I’ll stop being bored for 5 minutes and deal with that.
Last night, we went to Home Depot and, for $17, made it possible for me to use my cutting mat on the table instead of the floor, which was a wonderful idea (that I didn’t have or suggest, strangely). Amazing what two 3×3 squares of pressboard can do (that, by the way, is how big my cutting mat is, 3′x6′). So after dinner, I cut out 350+ inches of the black polka dot fabric in 4-inch-wide strips (wait, that’s unclear… 4″ by 350″ is what I cut out, in 7 segments), on the bias. Sewn all together, and then ironed a lot to make it double-fold bias tape, I plan on sewing it onto the edge of the mock quilt, perhaps this weekend on the car ride to the cabin. (It’s either that or work on knitting this baby blanket, which I haven’t worked on in at least 7 months.) I’d love to machine-stitch it on, but without the proper $40 foot, there’s no way that’s going to happen, and I’m actually a bit skeptical that my machine will be able to handle quilting at all. So, hand stitching it is. I’m sure, if I work on it this weekend, I’ll complain about it Monday. But maybe I’ll have a nice photo for you too.
We emailed our Realtor to tell him that we pre-approve any house tours that might want to happen this weekend, since we will be basically without cell service or email. The cabin is like that. Thankfully, I don’t need any of that for the homework I have, which is studying for a test, writing a reflection paper or two (I’m a little unclear on what my homework is now that the second teacher for my night class showed up on Wednesday, totally changed the syllabus, and doubled our homework load), and doing a lot of reading.
I just realized that I don’t think we actually have any luggage in the house to pack for the weekend. I think it’s all in storage. Hmm. That could be fun.
It’s not exactly a secret that I am not pleased with the (albeit small) amount of weight I have put on since getting married. I’ve attempted to blame it on any number of things, but in the end, all that really matters is that my pants don’t fit, I feel fat, and I am not happy.
I’ve (half-heartedly) attempted several solutions: eating healthier (yech), eating less (grrrrowl, hungry all the time!), walking (boring and ineffective)… to no avail. I’ve floated other options: taking up smoking, drug use, an eating disorder… you get the idea. None of those are very attractive. (I jest, truly, that I would even seriously ponder any of those options. And while they are all fairly proven-effective ways of losing weight, none are healthy and none of you, my dear readers whom I love, should ever attempt them.)
I’ve pondered becoming content with the situation, but alas, I am not.
There are some other things to consider as well. I don’t actually like exercise, I have determined. Yeah, not a fan. Plus, running seems to make me hurt in bad ways, not that good muscle-burn-you-know-you’re-doing-something-healthy way. And, I actually gained weight after we joined the gym and started working out, and not “muscle weighs more than fat” weight, but “my pants don’t fit” weight. Not exactly motivating. Also, I don’t really like salads, unless they’re covered with things that seem to reduce their healthiness, like ranch dressing and cheese chunks and bacon.
My 3-week experiment with 30 minutes of walking every day (and I was nearly successful with that – the only days I didn’t were those that I managed to do a lot of physical labor anyways) failed miserably, leaving me to my backup plan. My secret backup plan. Which I started last week.
I know, the suspense is killing you, isn’t it?
I’m trying Slimquick. I’ve never done such a thing in my life. It’s drastic, or at least it feels drastic to me (it certainly felt drastic to my wallet, that’s for sure). And I’m not entirely sure that it’s working. Yes, the first day I miraculously lost 2 pounds, which I think was entirely water, but the next day I’d gotten one of them back, and I haven’t really weighed myself since, so I can’t tell you what’s happened other than that I’m still fatter than I want to be.
There was a fair amount of research done before taking such a step. And I was careful and self-monitored (people complain about racing heart feelings and so forth, since it’s got caffeine and other stimulants in it) and promised myself I’d stop taking it if I felt like I was going to die. Which I haven’t. The first day week you take one pill twice a day, and today is the first day of the second week, where you take two pills twice a day (and that’s what you continue on for the rest of however long it is you decide to try to lose weight the easy cheater’s way). I’ll admit, as a person who is fairly tolerant to caffeine as long as it’s before 5 pm, I felt a little jittery that first day. But just the first day. And today, as the second first day (or the first day of the second week, to put it more eloquently), I also feel a bit jittery. If I feel that way again tomorrow, I will reconsider this plan entirely, but I assume that my body will adjust. (The one side effect I have noticed that I haven’t enjoyed is that I feel more nauseous more often, which is something I struggle with anyways, so this plan may be aborted soon if I can’t get a grip on that.)
That was a long bit of me talking just to say… I’m a bit wired and hopped up right now. And there’s no one here at work to talk to or anything to do. Plus, I’m super tired still, because I’ve been feeling like I’m burning the candle at both ends (lots of homework and housework and… whatever will do that to a girl).
Edited to add:
I realize that, at some point, I will have to give up my lazy-a** dream of ever fitting into my pants again without hard work. I will have to exercise and eat salads and baked chicken (goodbye, lovely breaded and fried chicken, goodbye egg rolls, goodbye donuts and cookies and lovely coffee drinks) and a whole bunch of other icky things, because, I will come to realize, I am now over 30 (just a few weeks, really) and my metabolism has surely plummeted and there are no secret shortcuts to being slender. And I will gripe and complain and either decide to buy bigger pants or do the hard work (jury’s still out on that one). And then it will be like other aspects of my grown-up life, where I do things I don’t want to do because they need to be done and that’s what you do, like washing dishes and vacuuming and homework. For now, however, I’m going to keep pretending that I’m 29 and that my secretly svelte self is just beneath the surface waiting for the slightly pudgier version to crumble into pieces or dissolve into nothingness or something similarly substantial-less-ness.