…That is totally what I should be saying. I’ve known that for a while, especially since I’m running out of moisturizer and need to get another prescription, but my dermatologist is one of those people in whose waiting room you wind up waiting f-o-r-e-v-e-r. Which is why I keep putting it off. This morning I got a cruel reminder that I really DO need to make that appointment. My skin has been pretty unhappy of late, but — knock on wood! — it’s nothing TOO bad. Because, you see, I don’t break out like most normal people do. Oh, no. I can feel a zit coming, which leads me to apply liberal amounts of tea tree oil, which usually does the trick. But, oh, my, goodness. It is painful. So. Not happy skin-wise.
However, today is an absolutely gorgeous day! I’m always glad when the weekends are nice out, because I don’t have to spend the day cooped up inside a cave of an office. (Not going to think about that … not going to think about that … not going to think about that!) Although I spent the whole day reading yesterday, to be honest. What can I say, I’m a total nerd. Sue me! ;p
So, maybe it’s obvious from my photos, and maybe it’s not, but I generally tend to use disposable paper goods. This is partly due to the fact that I absolutely hate washing dishes… but come on, seriously, how difficult is it to rinse out a cereal bowl?! We’re not talking crusted lasagna pans here, or anything. Having decided that I ought to deserve to use “real” flatware, I bought a cereal spoon that has just been languishing in its bag because it seemed somehow odd to use it with a disposable bowl. I was trying to find a bowl deep enough that oatmeal wouldn’t spill out over the sides, which means that it has to be microwave safe — and I really didn’t want to get something breakable! Apparently this combination is all but nonexistent. But in the interim, I did find this in one of my kitchen cabinets:
It’s been there forever. It’s behind a glass door, for goodness’ sake, and it took me this long to think of it! Okay, so it’s breakable. But it’s pretty deep, and it’s microwave safe, and it has strawberries on it! No… wait. Those are tomatoes. Call me crazy, but I hate tomatoes, and I don’t want to eat cereal out of a bowl that has tomatoes on it. Hence, I went on a massive hunt last night for my acrylics.
It’s been a very long time since I’ve painted… or done anything creative, come to think of it. But anyway… I can now use my cereal bowl in peace. And I think the first thing in it ought to be Kashi Strawberry Fields!
I know it’s summer, and it’s warm out, and all that, but I just had to try out this idea that popped into my head. I’ve seen other bloggers cooking oatmeal in tea, and I decided to give it a try… using diet Snapple iced tea! I used the raspberry flavor, and stirred / mashed in some fresh raspberries. It was cool because I got the raspberry flavor in every bite, instead of just when I happened to have a piece of actual raspberry on the spoon. Now, if I had only put it in the refrigerator overnight, it would have been the perfect “summer” oatmeal.
Random verbal diarrhea here. My parents are going to see my great-aunt, because her birthday is in a couple of weeks. (101!!) I don’t think I’m going along with — not because I actively don’t want to see her, but because the timing is kind of inconvenient. Is that incredibly horrible of me?! My brother isn’t going either, and he doesn’t seem bothered by that in the slightest. I don’t know why I think I have to do everything “just right” all the time, when clearly nobody else does… but I can’t seem to help feeling guilty anyway.
And another random spurt: one of my nieces is in sleepaway camp. She hates it. She wants to come home. When I was at sleepaway camp for the first time, I hated it too, and I wanted to come home, but my parents made me stick it out. Now they’re asking me what I think they should do. Honestly, I don’t think I’m the best person to give advice here! I was only ten years old (actually, I was still nine — my birthday was a week after visiting day); she’s fourteen. I don’t want to say to leave her there if she’s absolutely miserable, because I honestly can’t say that I really have a strengthened character because I had to suffer through the rest of the month there! By the same token, though, since she is older, I really wouldn’t want to send her the message that if you don’t like something, you can just back out of it. Yes, sometimes you can do that; but what if she comes home, gets a job to keep herself occupied, and doesn’t like that? It’s kind of different to jump ship when you’re an employee, and not a camper. But I guess I’m a total softie, probably because I remember how … abandoned I felt when my parents left camp without me that day, and I said that if she’s really absolutely miserable, I don’t see why they should prolong her torture. Visiting day is today. She still wants to come home. I’m assuming she will. And somehow, I will feel “responsible” if she ever quits anything ever again. Which is ridiculous — she is not my child, and this should not be my problem! What would you do in such a situation?
I have some tofu being pressed in my kitchen, and it’s probably got all the life pressed out of it by now! So I will take my be-spotted face over to tend to it, and see if I can’t find a paper bag in the process.
Have a great Monday — if there is such a thing!