Monthly Archives: December 2009

Times Square

Just like last week, I went to the gym this morning — and waited and waited and waited.  And trekked to the other gym, which was closed too.  To console myself, I went to Whole Foods to buy Steaz.  They didn’t have any.  Amid this influx of joy, it began to snow.

What is a poor downtrodden soul to do in this situation but traipse about taking more artsy fartsy pictures?!

There was a happy reunion in my kitchen / dining room this morning — before I became the aforementioned downtrodden soul, that is!  😉

Enjoy Life cranapple crunch granola!  Oddly, absence may not have made the heart grow fonder; I think I may have come to prefer the cinnamon crunch.

I tried the Paradise Walnut Pistachio Bora Bora bar today:

As you can see, it has very generous chunks of walnuts in it; that’s unfortunate for me, as I don’t like walnuts! It was also somewhat stickier than the other flavors I’ve tried so far. I wouldn’t buy this one, but only because I don’t like walnuts.  Otherwise, it was fantastic.

Sometime after 10.00 AM, we received a memo dated December 30, stating that “we will be closing at 3.00 PM tomorrow.”  Thanks loads!  I had a 2.30 appointment with my therapist, so I just skipped taking a lunch break and left the office at 2.00.

My therapist gave me an assignment.  I’m supposed to ask people why they like me.  The premise here is supposedly to prove to me that I’m not unlikeable as I say I am, but, uh, hello — can you say embarrassing?!  That’s totally like fishing for compliments: “Hey, X?  Tell me why you think I rock!”  Agh.

On my way home, I made a big, BIG mistake which cost me half an hour and a near-panic attack.  I’m still not sure if I couldn’t breathe because I was freaking out about being so close to so many people, or if my windpipe was being compressed from too many sides!!  This picture doesn’t even begin to do the situation justice, but I wound up here:

I will admit that I have been to Times Square on New Year’s Eve.  In 2007, I went because I figured it was an “experience” I ought to have.  But I left my house around 9.00 PM; I definitely did not camp out there all day!  And having had that experience, I am perfectly content to stay at home in my pajamas and watch the ball drop on TV.  Apparently, most of these people here did not share my view, because I was all but suffocated.  I wound up fleeing in the opposite direction and taking a completely roundabout train route home, which is exactly what I was trying to avoid in the first place, and that’s why I ended up in Times Square!!  Oy.

When I finally, finally made it home, I stuck a spaghetti squash into the oven. (Remember this?! Believe it or not, I only have a delicata squash and a butternut squash on the counter at the moment. Must replenish the squash stocks.) Then I set about making some “meatballs” using Lightlife Gimme Lean ground “sausage”, which was so incredibly easy it’s a joke; I rolled them into balls and baked them for a few minutes.  After I took them out of the oven, I dropped them into a pot of boiling water and Sonny & Joe’s sauteed eggplant, which made for an extremely complex sauce.

I loved it.  And I was never a major fan of meatballs!!

Little verbal vomit here: I do not have work tomorrow.  The gym is closed tomorrow.  I don’t really have to go anywhere or do anything… it is the makings of a total “lazy day.”  And I am freaked out.  I always have a hard time with Fridays — I get so anxious about the Friday night / Shabbos day meals, which I really should be used to by now, since I’ve been experiencing them for, oh, twenty-five plus years!  But this is even worse… I am facing the prospect of being totally sedentary on a Friday.  Horrors.  When I shared this particular anxiety with my therapist, she said that it would be good for me to spend a day doing nothing, and that I should embrace it.  Oh.  Did I say I was freaked out before?  Because now I’m really freaked out!  In this whole “eat less, move more = good” society, I have an extremely difficult time allowing myself to eat — at all, let alone “normally” — when all I am doing is just… lazing around.

In case I haven’t done an adequate job of expressing this: I am terrified.

There.  Now I can take a leisurely shower (apparently I need to learn how to do relaxing things, as well) and wait for midnight so that I can watch all the crazy people freezing and smashed up against one another in Times Square, all of which will increase my gratitude that I am home in my pajamas!  How are you spending your New Year’s Eve??


I’m Not A Vampire

My attempts to sleep in this morning were thwarted … damn body clock! I woke up again and again and again throughout the night, and it was so frustrating that I finally decided to just get up already.

Since I did have the extra time this morning, I did something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time and made stove top oats. I put them into my cherry bowl…

…and so into the oats went some of the insanely high-sugar dried cherries, vanilla protein powder, vanilla extract, and a few almonds (there are more buried under there somewhere). I wasn’t going to put in any sweetener, given the cherry situation, but then I worried that the protein powder taste might be too strong, so I added a packet of Truvia.

Stove top oats are so much better than oats made in the microwave! They have an almost chewy consistency. Hmmm… though I suppose that could be attributed to the protein powder?

Hiked to the gym, then went to the dentist. Apparently the last time I was there was in January. Yikes. Anyway, my teeth are all fine; it was the gum that was inflamed. (Is it just me, or is “gum” a totally gross word?!) I got a very bloody deep cleaning out of the deal, and am now in possession of a mouthful of clean shiny teeth. Whoo!  Except that it kind of tasted like I was drinking blood all day… I might think I’m a vampire, but of course I put garlic salt in my bulgur tonight, so there goes that theory.  😉

I always hate the first time I eat after going to the dentist, especially after having my teeth cleaned; it’s like sullying a pure canvas! 😉 It helps a little if whatever is being consumed tastes good. Mission accomplished:

Romaine, microwaved zucchini and yellow squash, Lightlife tempeh strips, and roasted rutabaga.

I had to divide my lunch hour in half today; the first half, taken a bit early, was used to actually eat. The second half, taken rather late, was used to take a trip to Petco… because my algae eater was dead this morning. Yes, I know I only got it on Sunday, but algae eaters just don’t seem to last in my tank! (Must be because it’s so sparkling clean… ha.) I bought two this time, so that when one inevitably dies, I don’t need to rush out immediately to replace it. (Now just watch them both die on the same day…)

They are actually in there.  You just can’t really see them.


I bought these quite a while ago, but I’ve never worn them — so, in effect, they’re “new.”  Love when that happens, don’t you?!  😉

As always seems to happen to me, when I was in the supermarket tonight, the man before me in line took f-o-r-e-v-e-r.  Seriously… a new register opened, there’s one person ahead of me and he only has three items — it should be snappy, right?!  Nooooooo.  He was paying with a Benefit card and wanted cash back, and oh my goodness, apparently that is a very complicated transaction.  So much so that there was time for the woman behind me to comment that I “eat very healthy” (um, I was buying Gushers for my brother — very healthy indeed) … I just sort of went, “Mmhmm,” and then she asked me if I’m a dietitian!  What, only dietitians are allowed to eat healthy?!  (I did, however, buy steel cut oats.  Never tried them before!)

There was one bag of embryo carrots (which are henceforth to be known as zygote carrots ;)), and I grabbed it so that I could provide you with a visual representation of all the “stages”!

On the left, obviously, are the regular baby carrots.  Middle top are the fetus carrots, middle bottom are the embryo carrots, and on the right are the zygote carrots.  I am swimming away in carrots…

And finally, the beautiful Christina gave me this award!

Thank you, girl! I guess I’m supposed to reveal seven random facts about myself, but that might be kind of difficult — hmm.

  1. When I was thirteen, I went through a phase of being obsessed with Tweety (as in, the Looney Tunes bird)… my room still bears evidence of that.  Yikes.
  2. Burgundy is really not my color; it makes me look like a corpse.
  3. I used to bite my nails really, really badly… I stopped when I was in the seventh grade, but I’m still not quite sure how I did that!
  4. Despite not knowing how to do it until I was well into my teens, I’m really good at hula hooping now.
  5. I collect the flag of every country I’ve ever visited.  (Not enough, to date!!  ;))
  6. I prefer miniature cutlery over its “full sized” version.
  7. I really, really, really want to go skydiving.

And I guess that’s it!  Rumor has it we’re getting out of work early tomorrow … here’s to hoping that’s true.

Have a great last day of the year!!  😀

Breaking Routine

No exciting subway tales to relate today: just wanted to say that the subway benches are really uncomfortable and unforgiving.  My poor butt.  And for some inexplicable unrelated reason, my inner thighs feel like I’ve been horseback riding.  To my knowledge, I haven’t been, and I think I would remember something like that, so this is really rather puzzling.

Also puzzling was the mysterious disappearance of the fish that sparked my profanity… it was sick, yeah, but even if it died, it was too big to have been eaten so quickly!!  Anyway, the air pump is connected to this decorative boat, which you can barely see because right now it resembles a submarine, it’s buried so deeply in the gravel:

It’s buried so deeply because the air pump is very powerful and tends to just yank it upward.  Which is why my arm was in the tank tonight to re-bury the thing, again.  On a total whim I looked inside (it’s hollow), and guess what I found… my poor fish!!  It was very dead… rigor mortis had set in.  Does that even apply to fish?  Apparently, because I had a hell of a time getting it out of there.  Sigh.

Backtracking… Having determined that we’ve had enough of stingy salads for the moment, my friend and I decided to meet elsewhere today. In what sounds like a simple process but actually was not, we chose a random Starbucks location and arranged to meet there with our own lunches. This was mine:

Udon with broccoli stir-fry vegetables and soy sauce.  I carried this in the freezing cold as the wind attempted to blow me back to my office… the Starbucks is two blocks away from her office, but seven blocks from mine.  Anyway, I get there… and she comes in and says that her mom didn’t make her lunch, so she doesn’t have any food.  A) What are we, ten?!  B) She knows how much I hate eating in front of another person, so she could have mentioned this before we decided to meet.  She ended up just getting a coffee and a fruit cup, while I pigged out on my (admittedly tasty) lunch… but, uh, awkward to the max.

And this was actually a break in routine for me; it should be obvious by now that the salads I take to work are always lettuce-based.  I know that when I get into a food rut like that, even if it initially began because I was too lazy to do something different or because I genuinely like whatever it is, eventually I become afraid of anything else; so I really have to mix things up sometimes, whether I want to or not.  And I bet that my crazy brain will now make some sort of illogical connection between breaking from familiarity and such awkwardness!

Since I’m apparently all about breaking routines these days … I had a coupon that expires on December 31, and I needed to use it for something; so I opted for this:

This is very out of character for me, because I tend to stick to silvers / greys / whites when it comes to eyeshadow.  But I already have this in a silvery shade, and even though it’s nearly finished, I have a million others in similar colors!  So this one it was.  Naturally, I just had to try it out today, because patience is definitely not my virtue!

Ignore the nasty eyebrow situation, please; I am way overdue for a threading!  Anyway, I don’t tend to wear much makeup on days that I go swimming, because I just don’t feel like removing it beforehand!  Today, though, I figured that I would test out my goggles again and not remove any of my eye makeup.  This is what it looked like after I went swimming:

Different lighting, so you can’t really tell, but — it all stayed where it was supposed to!  No raccoon eyes, either.  Maybe I ought to try swimming with a dramatic eye next!  😉  The pool, by the way, was delicious — 85 degrees.  Mmmmm.

My efforts to clean out my freezer continue…

"vegetarian grilled steak in mushroom gravy with mashed potatoes and peas"

"vegetarian grilled steak in mushroom gravy with mashed potatoes and peas"

I’m noticing that the emptier my freezer gets, the more anxious I get.  I’m taking this as a sign that it is something I should keep doing, because most of the time, the things that are worth doing do make me feel anxious.  Which kind of sucks, but oh well, that’s life.

I got a package today!

Long story in short form: I like Enjoy Life granola, all three types of which I’ve reviewed here at some point or another.  The cranapple crunch is my favorite, but basically impossible to find here.  I got it once at the health food store near my house, but it was insanely expensive.  My second-favorite is the cinnamon crunch, which is weird since I hate raisins.  Of course, lately, the only one I can find anywhere is the very berry crunch, and I don’t really like that one very much.  So I decided to check Amazon… except that I don’t want to buy half a dozen bags at once, because I’ll never finish them in time!  Then Google informed me that I could get them at  This happened on Monday morning, and I was a bit irritated with myself because I had just placed an order there on Sunday night — because I finally found the strawberry Jamfrakas!

Figuring it couldn’t hurt to ask, I called LuckyVitamin and asked, if my order hadn’t shipped yet, whether I could add a couple of things to it.  It hadn’t shipped, so I made my additions.  This was on Monday afternoon.  And the package arrived today.  That is super-fast shipping, which makes me very happy!

The goods:

I think it’s pretty safe to say that I’m set in the Jamfrakas department … for quite a long while.  😉

Hmm… this post is somehow so long that it might lead one to erroneously conclude that I actually have an exciting life, when nothing could be further from the truth!  In fact, all I do is sit at work all day.  Thrilling.  Though I get to sleep in a couple of hours later than usual tomorrow, because I got an appointment with my dentist for 11.00 — not exactly convenient, but I can’t be too picky here, now, can I?!

Have a happy Hump Day!

Back to Work

If these things keep up, I ought to rename my blog Stupid Tales of the Subway Rails, or something.  This was my position for much of my commute home:

That would be my finger essentially holding my ear shut.  This is because the man next to me was sleeping, which would be fine, except that he was snoring.  This might be fine too, but we’re not talking little snorts… we’re talking major snuffling, as in, it was audible over the screech of the wheels on the tracks.  That?  Is damn loud!  Sometimes I’m okay with being around noise, but I’m never okay with being around sounds like snoring: it’s rhythmic without a pattern — you know the next one is coming, but you don’t know when, and you’re sitting on edge just waiting for it.

This post is totally going to be out of chronological order.  Because I am cool like that.

Once upon a time, we had a clock hanging on the wall in the office.  This clock had a mind of its own, and it was always speeding up and slowing down.  It eventually ended up in the trash, and somehow the second hand is still sitting on my desk, but that’s really irrelevant, I just found it kind of odd!  We’re all surrounded by time-telling devices anyway: the phones have clocks, the computers have clocks, we all wear watches… but Mr. J decided it was essential that we have a wall clock, so guess who got to go buy one? … I humored him and got the biggest one I could find.  That was last week, I think.  Today I finally got batteries.

I also told him that I think we ought to paint the walls blue, as it is supposed to be a soothing color.  Oddly enough, he didn’t seem too keen on taking my decorating advice.  Imagine that.

Since I’m talking about Mr. J anyway, you see this salad here?  It was a lovely concoction consisting of romaine, baby bellas, microwaved zucchini, roasted delicata squash, and Lightlife Tempeh Strips.

However, my enjoyment of said salad was severely hampered by Mr. J’s feeling the need to satisfy an urge to stand and gawp at me for a good thirty seconds during its consumption.  Seriously.  This is crossing over from the realm of annoying and into that of just plain creepyGo away!!

Just another little office tidbit!  I arrive first every day; I think I’ve mentioned that.  Anyway, that fact means that this was on my co-worker’s desk over the weekend.

Um… ew??

This, however, was far from ew:

Vanilla yogurt, crumbled apple cinnamon mini muffin, and cinnamon.  Lots and lots of cinnamon.  Because cinnamon makes the world a better place.

I encountered the same problem today that I did last week… that of not knowing what I want, which is only helped along by my indecisiveness!  In such cases, I’m tempted to just take the easy way out and revert to frozen meals again, but … no.  Just, no.  Since I bought a box of bulgur today with a coupon that expires on December 31, I decided to work on finishing my nearly-empty old box.

Bulgur with peas, corn, and red bell pepper… and a “chicken” patty.  This whole protein thing gets annoying sometimes — just give me my carbs and leave me alone!  Oh, yeah, and I probably don’t even have to mention the involvement of garlic salt here.  Either way — it was good, and I didn’t stop after eating it and think I wish I had had [something else] instead, so all’s well on that front.

Unfortunately, all is not well on some other fronts.  Namely, I have a toothache.  It’s especially odd because before I had my wisdom tooth extraction, it felt exactly like this; and the dentist essentially said that I could either take antibiotics every time an infection cropped up and then possibly eventually need to pull the tooth anyway, or I could just pull it right away.  I opted for the latter.  So I’d like to know why it’s bothering me now!

I hate dentists.  And I don’t have dental insurance.  But guess who I’ll be calling tomorrow?

I was strangely not exhausted today, considering the hour at which I finally fell asleep last night.  This was a pleasant surprise, until I remembered that I tend to operate on a 24-hour time lag when it comes to such things.  That means I’m going to be a zombie tomorrow.  (Which, by the way, is supposed to be absolutely frigid.  Ahhhhhhhh!!!)  An early night sounds like a good idea.

And that draws another exciting day in the life of me to a close.  :p

Have a wonderful Tuesday!

Don’t Make Plans With Me.

I completely forgot to include the Turtle Mountain Experiment in my post last night.  In fact, I didn’t remember about it until this morning when I was cleaning out my memory card and accidentally deleted the nutrition panel pictures.  (Not to worry … I snuck a couple of shots in a store.)  So, without further ado… raspberry Soy Delicious and coconut milk Mint Chip.

The raspberry didn’t taste like ice cream at all; more like sorbet.  It was good, but it is low-fat, and you can definitely taste the difference.

The mint chip, to me, didn’t taste all that different from the Purely Decadent mint chocolate chip, which is a good thing; it means I couldn’t taste the coconut!  My brother complained about it, though.  Then again, he was complaining as soon as he saw that the container said “coconut milk,” so who knows…

I’m gratified that you all enjoyed my carrot classifications!  😉  I bought a package of “fetus” carrots today…

…and my mom bought a size I have never seen before!  These are 3 oz. bags; my mom bought 2.25 oz. bags.  I need to stick in another gestational stage somewhere… and I guess I’ll be eating a lot of carrots!  (I think the correct term for these is actually “petite” carrots, but whatever, I prefer “fetus.”)

My mom used to make these all the time — well, actually, she still does, but I don’t eat them anymore because I no longer eat meat!  But I remember liking them, so I set about making a vegetarian version.

It looks kind of nasty because it came out of the refrigerator.  Anyway, it’s basically ground meat stuffed into a rolled-up lasagna noodle and topped with tomato sauce.

Here’s my version:

I used whole wheat lasagna, Lightlife Gimme Lean ground sausage (yes, I should have used the beef style, but I had a total ED moment when I bought it and this one had fewer calories), and pasta sauce.

Of course it needed some vegetables… this is me we’re talking about, after all!  Roasted “fetus” carrots, baby bellas, and Brussels sprouts.  Oh, and by the way?  I like my vegetarian version better than “the real thing” — it’s missing that greasy meatiness that some people like, but which I do not.

We have about a million (okay, maybe ten) boxes of Duncan Hines cake mix in the basement, and I figured it’s high time we start actually using them… they’re not just for decoration!  (We have so many because there was a short while where they were being sold marked as dairy, so everyone here stockpiled on them.  They’re not dairy anymore, but we’re still left with the stores!)  So I used a box of fudge marble cake mix to make cupcakes. 

I’m bringing a couple of them to work tomorrow because it’s a co-worker’s birthday, and I said I would.  I may or may not have been joking, but that’s not the point — when I say I’m going to do something, I tend to do it.  (Cue mom ranting, but I won’t even bother discussing that.)

Unfortunately, the same can’t be said for much of the people with whom I seem to associate. I’ve mentioned my aversion to making plans with others; this is why.  I have a friend who lives out of state, and whenever she’s here, she wants to get together.  I’m all for that — it’s nice to see people once in a while, you know?  But it’s not quite so simple… I think I’ve mentioned that I went to see Ave. Q with my mom.  (Never do that, by the way.)  It’s because I was supposed to go with this friend, but she cancelled at the last minute, and I couldn’t find anyone else with whom to go on such short notice.

Then, today, she and I were supposed to go bowling.  I swallowed my pride, because I hate hate hate hate hate asking for things, and asked my dad if I could borrow his car.  This morning, she said that she won’t be able to make it.  I’m not about to un-ask for the car, after all the agony that went into acquiring it, so I swallowed some more pride and tried to find someone else around who wanted to come along.  I don’t really have many friends left in the area; most of those who are still here are married with kids.  If I want to discuss kids all day, I can talk to my sisters.  Anyway, I did end up finding two (single!) friends who were available.

We went, and I still suck at bowling — I said that next time we have to do something I might have a chance at winning — but it was nice to get to hang out with them again, since we haven’t done that in a while.

Thing is, this friend — the one with whom I was originally supposed to go — wants to make “rain check” plans.  I don’t feel like doing that, because I am tired of making plans that fall through.  But I feel like a bitch in saying that, because she isn’t cancelling just to be obnoxious; she has a chronic condition, and basically can’t help it.  It’s not like she wants to be ill.  At the same time, I hate putting myself out there like that all the time.  I don’t know what to do.

I do know that I absolutely don’t want to go back to work tomorrow.  (So what else is new?!)  Oh, yeah, that means it’s Sunday:

Quite frankly, this is getting kind of old and bordering on extremely egotistical — I think I can stop posting these now.  :p

My new algae eater — the long pink thing.  :p

And now I can go to bed, as it is long past a reasonable time for me to have done that.  I am an old lady and I can’t stay out this late anymore… so sad.  😉

Have a great Monday!

Worker Bee

Another week and life will be back to “normal” — a good thing, in some ways!  Yesterday I rolled out of bed at the usual time, did ten minutes of leg / ab work, then decided I was still tired and went back to sleep for half an hour.  So much for “listening to my body” — I was exhausted all day.  I did walk a few extra subway stops in the morning, because it was (relatively) nice out, and I was really freaked out over not exercising for so many days in a row… but leisurely strolling does not a workout make!!  Totally not helping in the “I feel like a fat lazy blob” department, by the way.

oat bran, Truvia, defrosted frozen strawberries, sugar-free chocolate chips

In theory, this was awesome; in reality, it was just “okay.”  Don’t you hate it when that happens?

Lucky, lucky me had to work yesterday.  I won’t whine about that, because I’m so over that.  Instead, I will share the genius that is Mr. J.  To preface, there is this thing in Jewish law called yichud.  I arrived first at the office, as usual.  Besides for me and Mr. J, there is one other religious guy who works there, and he arrived about an hour after I did.  Because of the abovementioned law, he left the door unlocked.  (So the hordes of people in the hallway could theoretically come barging in at any moment… except there was really nobody else there.  Whatever.)  Not long after that guy left for the day, Mr. J came over and wanted to know why the door was unlocked.  I told him that that guy had unlocked it, and I assumed he understood why, but maybe that’s giving him too much credit… he said, “But he’s gone for the day,” and locked the door.  I’m thinking, Okay… that is so totally not what I meant, but fine.  A few minutes later, Mr. J jumped up and said to me, “We should leave this door open until one of us leaves.”  I just stared at him for a few seconds and finally said, “That’s why the door was unlocked!”  But suddenly it wasn’t enough to have the door unlocked; no, it needed to be wide open.  I really cannot figure some people out sometimes.

I came home with the intention of eating hommus and carrots.  I doled out the hommus onto a plate, went into the crisper for the baby carrots, and heaved a huge internal sigh.  See, I’ve noticed there are three types of baby carrots: the regular, common baby carrots, as well as what I will call “fetus” carrots and “embryo” carrots.  Apparently, the smaller the bag, the smaller the actual carrots… and because I love things tiny, I like the smallest bags.  I think those are around 1.5 oz. (“embryo”), and I stumbled across them by accident once when Iwas looking for the 3 oz. (“fetus”) bags.  When I was in the supermarket on Wednesday, they didn’t have either of those… so I explained to my mom the difference between them, and why I liked the smaller ones, and asked her to pick up a package of the “fetus” carrots when she went to the store on Thursday.  I thought that the whole explanation would have made it clear that I only wanted the “fetus” carrots, because if I wanted baby carrots, I could have gotten them myself.

She bought baby carrots.

Which was nice of her, even though I could have bought that myself and thought I had done an adequate job of expressing that; but I was not going to throw a tantrum over it.  I chose to just say “Thank you,” return the carrots to the refrigerator, and kill my tastebuds with this instead:

salsa with blue corn tortilla crisps

salsa with blue corn tortilla crisps

I’m thinking of throwing in the towel on making my own waffles; I ought to just stick to pancakes!  Either that, or I shouldn’t be such a cheapskate and buy a good-quality waffle maker… or maybe, just maybe, I should stop over-filling the stupid thing.

Aunt Jemima whole wheat pancake mix, Musselman's raspberry acai applesauce, apple butter spread

whole wheat pancake mix, raspberry acai applesauce, apple butter spread

My mom and I finally played Scrabble, since I took a rain check on it on Thursday night…

My dad took a pass.  How odd.  (NOT — I think he’s only played with us once.  Boo.  My mom is probably ruing the day she ever suggested we buy this game!  ;))

My otocinclus died, so I guess now I’ll be making a trip to the pet store tomorrow… I ought to just bring a sleeping bag and set up shop there.  It’s getting kind of ridiculous!  Maybe I should buy two algae eaters so that when one of them inevitably croaks, I don’t have to go rushing out to buy another one right away.  Gah.

I also need to make a Winkflash order.  Like, in a major way.  But I’m being a total procrastinator, because I’m so good at that!  I know where my true talents lie…

Tomorrow is a fast day, and as on several past fast days, I am being precluded from fasting.  It’s a “minor” fast day, so there are lots of other people who won’t be fasting either, but still… it irks me.  (And the word “fast” is beginning to look weird, because any word gets that way if you use it too much.)

Oooh, but I remember (well, sort of) the dream I had last night!  This makes it… what, three remembered dreams in less than two weeks?! … This one was, unsurprisingly, quite odd and involved me driving a car, nearly running over a child’s bike (without the child on it), then somehow winding up in said child’s house.  She had a million sisters and a really nice mom, and that’s about all I can recall.  Very odd.

Have a great Sunday!


Gah.  I am the world’s worst pet-killer.  (Or best, depending upon how you look at it.)

Knowing that I am a grumpy zombie if I don’t get in a workout in the morning, I dragged myself out of bed at 5.00 AM today, even though I really could have used some extra sleep. I made it to the gym, which was closed. I waited. And waited. And waited. And decided that the girl wasn’t going to come open up, so I trekked twenty-three blocks downtown and three blocks crosstown to get to the other gym that I use. They weren’t open either.

I wasn’t too pleased. I’m going to make the suggestion that they actually employ an answering machine so that members have the option of finding out gym hours, especially during the holiday season. After all, remember what happened on Sunday?!

So there I was, feeling all antsy because I didn’t get to work out, and that is the second day this week, plus the gym is obviously closed tomorrow, and I can’t go on Saturday, and heaven only knows what might happen on Sunday. I’m freaking out just a little bit, and I basically feel like a fat lazy blob. Not to mention the fact that I was lugging all of my crap all this way, and to think that I didn’t even need to be carrying my sneakers… Words cannot begin to describe the amount of pain in my shoulders and upper back. To say that I need a massage would be the understatement of the century.

Here’s something that’s bound to increase joy:

That’s me wearing two sweatshirts.  This is in addition to a space heater (which blows directly in my face and makes me feel lethargic and even more exhausted, but that’s another story).  Something has got to give — and I fear it will be my sanity.

Tried the Island Brazil Nut Almond Bora Bora bar today:

I’ve never had Brazil nuts before, and to be honest, I had a hard time distinguishing them from the peanuts! The different nuts actually do stand out on their own, though; I realized there were walnuts in there by tasting it, prior to reading the ingredients panel. (Too bad I don’t like walnuts!)

Texturally, it was very much like the Tribal Cinnamon Oatmeal, except that I didn’t refrigerate this one so biting into it wasn’t such a chore! It was still a bit sticky, though.  Overall, I liked it; I’d give it an 8/10.

Also on offer today (I’ll let the cutesy edit do the talking):

Today was just one of those days when nothing appealed to me.  There is a reason why I need to know what I am going to eat the next day, the night before; I am so horribly indecisive that I all but despair when choices are placed right in front of me.  Yet I just couldn’t make up my mind last night, because I really didn’t feel like anything.  Actually, I think there might be a little fear there that if I don’t know exactly what I want, I’m just going to start “sampling” a bunch of different random things and wind up eating way too much.  Which happens anyway, but whatever.  I just ended up defaulting to something pretty basic.

Vegetarian schnitzel, broccoli, carrots, sugar sneap peas and water chestnuts (tossed with mustard), and wheat couscous (with seasoned salt, not garlic salt!).  I had set my sights on this particular vegetable blend, and then I dug into my freezer and found a bunch of different other varieties, but not this one… I was on the verge of getting very annoyed, when I unearthed the last one of these.  The picture would also look a lot better if it wasn’t so close, but that’s too bad on me.  And that little couscous grain on the schnitzel is driving me crazy, but I am too lazy to mess around in Photoshop.

Here’s how positive thinking is working (or not!) for me.  I left the office this afternoon to a dying city — it will be completely dead tomorrow, but guess what, yours truly is working.  @%&$.  Anyway, a train pulled into the station just as I went through the turnstile, which was a pleasant surprise.  Even better was that at the next station, an express train pulled in just as I got off the local train, so I didn’t have to wait.  So far, so good, right?

If it seems too good to be true, it probably is.  Not only did that train spend far too much time just hanging around in a tunnel, but I got free entertainment.  It’s kind of ironic, considering the book I was reading, but there was a rather inebriated individual in the car.  Flipping and flopping all over the place and face-planting onto the subway floor, inducing a lovely nosebleed of which he was apparently unaware.  Everyone seemed to find this situation highly amusing, but let me just say this: I hate being around drunk people.  It literally makes me feel sick to my stomach.  When we finally reached to the next station, there was a police officer on the platform, and I thought I’d get to see someone get arrested for public intoxication — but all the officer did was pull him off the train and plop him on a bench.  Hmm.  That was certainly anti-climactic!

As the queen of random injuries, I bring you this:

That’s located in the general vicinity of my hip.  Again, an area that is always covered.  How do I manage these things?!

Random: I am still trying to figure out what the hell I want to do with my life.

It’s sort of a tradition for my mom and me to play Scrabble on the night of December 24.  Well, it’s supposed to be chess, but I hate that, so we leave that to my dad and brother.  But my mom is otherwise occupied at the moment, and I’m tired.  How sad / pathetic is it that I am pondering going to sleep when it isn’t even 10.00 PM yet?!

Oh, yeah, I have to work tomorrow.  Have I mentioned that I’m ticked off about that?!  I’m ticked off about that.

Have a great weekend, happy holidays, all that jazz.