Reason number seven million and sixty three why I am a big fat stupid moron: I need cash. Having money in the bank is nice and all, but sometimes you just need actual bills. Hence, I was going to cash my paycheck, and deposit half of it in my checking account. However, Stupid Move One: I forgot to take my license with me, and without ID, I can’t cash a check. So, Stupid Move Two: I deposited the entire check. This is stupid because I had to go back to the bank anyway if I was going to withdraw half of it! And Stupid Move Three: I couldn’t withdraw half of it, because that would have overdrawn that account, since the check was only deposited, not cashed. The moral of the story? I don’t know, but I still don’t have the cash. Ho hum.
The title of this post is referring to an odd encounter I had today with a co-worker of mine. We don’t work in the same office, but we’re sort of in the same department. She isn’t someone I see very often… maybe once a fortnight. Anyway, I walked into her domain today to sprinkle my fairydust (I was delivering the paychecks to her half of the department… I’m everyone’s favorite person on payday!), and out of the blue, she told me, “You’re too thin, you need to eat a cookie!” I just stared at her. I was absolutely dumbfounded because first of all, I had no idea people actually said things like that (and of all the victuals in the world, she had to choose a COOKIE?! Remember my issues with Nana’s cookie bars?! Which, BTW, I did purchase and are currently residing in my basement); and second of all, nobody, family excluded, has ever said anything like that to me. Ever. Which made me panic, even if ED would be glad about it, because I can’t have lost weight over the holiday. I just can’t. And hearing this made me paranoid in the opposite direction that I usually am… meaning I feel like now I must gain weight before I see my nutritionist next week. I have no idea how much, because I am afraid to weigh myself since I won’t be able to stop once I start again. But this whole gaining weight business? It is not fun. Quite frankly, it is terrifying. And as I’m sure you all know, the less you eat, the harder it is to do it! Hmmm. I seem to have a talent for screwing up. I just have to learn to stop it. Or fix it myself.
My challah experiment might not have worked out SO well. For all I know, it tastes fine, but it just doesn’t look very pretty! I made breakaway challahs, so that if someone wants white flour, they can have white flour, and if someone wants whole wheat flour (me), they can have whole wheat flour.
Yep. Looks extremely unattractive, I know! Guess I won’t be repeating this recipe… (I realize that the photos are backwards in sequence… but Blogger is still being obnoxious and since I can’t actually see the photos, it takes too long to move them all around and I have to go. Sorry! ;))
I finally cut my nails. They were, quite frankly, beginning to be a bit frightening! I painted them N.Y.C. SoHo. AKA, pink. I tend more toward black or blue, but a change is nice every once in a while, I suppose…
They say that time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.