Guess what!! (Warning: I’m about to brag.)
Second week in a row!! 😀
This Sunday was so different from last Sunday in terms of weather, it isn’t even funny. Last week I ran out to buy pita on Sunday night, and I didn’t even take a jacket. If I’m not wearing a jacket, it’s got to be pretty warm. Today I was all bundled up in a thermal shirt, sweatshirt, scarf, and down coat, and it was still cold. Every winter I am reminded of why exactly I want to move to a warmer climate. I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate the cold weather!! Have I mentioned that I hate it?!
It was so cold that I had to clomp about in my sister’s “Uggs.” (There is a long convoluted story behind those quotation marks, but trust me, you do not want to hear it.) My feet (well, mostly foot) are giving me all manner of problems… and my podiatrist doesn’t have Sunday hours anymore, so my options are either to dash over like a crazy person when I get back from class tomorrow and hope I make it; or wait until Thursday. Since I think feet are sort of a necessary part of everyday life, I might go with the former. I just love paying people to chop up my extremities, don’t you??
To avoid a repeat of what happened to my finger when I made the cottage cheese pancakes, I treated myself to a new griddle pan.
Of course, I couldn’t resist playing with my new toy right away! So, even though it would have made more sense to use up some more of the cottage cheese, I went with the fact that I am not a very sensible person and made cinnamon French toast instead.
Very heavy on the cinnamon. I love this pan. I also think that I’ve gotten so irritated with my nonstick cookware in the past because I never bothered to treat it right away. Well, and the fact that my mom doesn’t care about using metal utensils and / or scouring pads on it… but she’s not likely to use this, so it’s safe. 🙂
When I was younger, I always used to be kind of “embarrassed” by the fact that I liked kasha. For some reason, it was viewed as an “old people food,” probably because it came from “the old country.” My “best friend” liked it too, but she actually is Russian, so that doesn’t count! Is there a food that you’ve felt weird about liking?
I hadn’t had this in years. And — gasp! — it isn’t even whole wheat pasta! And I lived to tell the tale. Imagine that.
I have a paper due tomorrow. Like the last one, I know I haven’t given it 100%. I’m sure it will reflect in my grade, and I’m sure I’ll be $*!&ing furious with myself then. But in addition to the shenanigans above, this is what I did instead of working on the paper like I should have done…
I got another algae eater, because the microscopic one is probably going to be swallowed whole any day now. And a gold gourami and a geo. I like the geo because it reminds me of the Bolivian rams I used to have, and I loved those. I don’t particularly care for the whiskers on the gourami, but, well, I can’t get smaller fish anymore, unless I want to kill my kissing gourami, since I’m guessing that’s who is eating all the disappearing fish. Apparently, “community fish” are no longer that community-oriented when they get bigger. Gosh, thanks for telling me that now! And the water in the tank is clouding up for some reason. I don’t know why. It is irritating me. Even more irritating is that everyone is asking me, “Why is the water so cloudy?” This happens all the time… If I knew why it was cloudy, I would DO something about it and it would not be cloudy anymore!!
I made about three dozen of these. And I officially hate my pastry injector. And the stupid morons who decided that it’s a good idea for pastry filling to come in a plastic bag inside a box instead of in a jar!!
Clearly, all of these endeavors were far more important than working on a paper. The only reason I actually had it done at all is because I am a moron and I thought it was due before the other paper. It’s been so long since I’ve done it that I just didn’t feel like re-visiting it… and I’m handing it in tomorrow, but I need to present it next week. Oh, joys. Someone shoot me now.
Actually, don’t bother; I’ll just freeze to death tomorrow instead! … Do I really have to put up with another few months of this?! Thirty-six days until my vacation…
Have a happy Monday.