Monthly Archives: January 2010

Splat.

**UGLY PICTURE WARNING**
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Let’s not discuss this.  It suffices to say that my brain was jolted into another stratosphere.

It re-arranged my head and internal organs enough so that I felt quite nauseated.  Me + nausea = bad combination.  I also wanted to curl up and go right to sleep — but since going to sleep immediately after a conk to the head is not exactly highly recommended, I went out and relied on my unreliable GPS to get me to a supermarket I’ve been dying to visit, which, I have to say, is highly overrated.  Anyway, I came away with this.

Sadly, these are not for me.  I wish I could have them, but I can’t.  I picked them up for a co-worker for 89¢ each.  Because I am oh-so-sweet.

On my way home, I convinced myself that my nausea was all in my head (no pun intended), and that I was going to have to suck it up and try eating anyway.  I apparently did a good job of brainwashing myself, because eating didn’t make me feel worse.  Well, it didn’t make me feel any better, but that would be asking a bit much.

I finally suffered through this DVD… oh, gosh, it was interminable.  I really do have the worst attention span when it comes to watching movies.  I multi-tasked by doing a crossword puzzle and having an ice pack on my face at the same time.  Not that I think I’m the most gorgeous person on the planet to start with, but really — a bruised-up face isn’t a good look for anybody.  Gah.

This is really too bad, because I had wanted to try out a new recipe that popped into my head in a moment of brilliance… but I need a certain size Pyrex dish for it, and I haven’t been able to find it.  I could technically use an aluminum pan, but I didn’t feel like going through all the hassle today.  I just went for a mortifyingly massive salad instead.  (I think salads are my “comfort food.”  Is that odd?!)

Romaine, broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, water chestnuts, tofu, and barbecue salad croutons with honey dijon vinaigrette.  Weird combination, but whatever.  Like I said, I couldn’t be bothered.

I also broke open a new jar of peanut butter.

I couldn’t differentiate between this and White Chocolate Wonderful, but that might be because I ate them at the same time.  Genius move.  Will have to try again!  (Obviously… I have an entire jar.)

After that, I decided that my poor aching bones could do with a good long soak in a hot bath.  Much to my dismay, after filling the tub, getting my book, and settling in, I realized that the water wasn’t even really hot… it was lukewarm, at best.  Hmph.  So I had to drain all that water and just take a quick hot shower instead.  My bones still ache.  I am such an old lady.  (Though to be fair, I would have taken a shower anyway.  I don’t take baths for cleanliness purposes; I feel like I’m just sitting in dirty water.  Do you prefer showers or baths?)

I think I’d like to watch the Grammy Awards, and I just lost my live feed, so I am going to have to be old-fashioned and relocate to the TV.  I could take my laptop with me, but I’m just going to wrap this up quickly instead.

I want to thank everyone who commented on my last post; it really does mean a lot to me to know that there are people out there who understand, and who would actually take the time to let me know that.  That is especially true because 99.9% of the time, even if I am not lonely, I feel like I am alone.  I don’t think I’m ready to give up blogging entirely quite yet, because I do get some benefit from it.  I think I just need to lower my expectations — not only of what I can get out of blogging, but in life in general.  I always want too much, and then I inevitably wind up being disappointed.

This requires a lot more thought than I can give it at the moment, what with my brain being all scrambled in my skull.  I predict that tonight will be a night when I will not have any trouble falling asleep!

I hope you all have a great start to your week.

Which is the right path for man to choose for himself? Whatever is harmonious for the one who does it, and harmonious for mankind.

~Rabbi Yehuda HaNassi – Pirke Avot 2:1
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(Where) Do I Go?

In March, it will be one year since I’ve begun blogging.

I was thinking of doing a “My Favorite Things” giveaway to celebrate the blogiversary; and then, as I tend to do, I started to think about things too much.  Of course, it didn’t help that there were some other factors in play, which I won’t get into because they don’t really matter and nobody needs or wants to know about them!

During my overthinking this weekend, I thought back to why I first started blogging, and where I was in my life at the time.  I know that I always intended for my blog to be a sort of diary, which meant that there would be no clear purpose or direction; it just is.  It doesn’t fit into any particular niche, and I thought I was okay with that.  But recently I’ve been wondering if I’m just opening another avenue for myself to feel like I don’t belong somewhere.  I’ve spent most of my life feeling like a misfit, no matter where I go or what I do.  But I find change so difficult to deal with that once I get attached to something, I’m loath to let it go, even if it’s not necessarily something that is beneficial for me.

What is not beneficial for me: feeling like an outcast; feeling “not good enough”; allowing the annoying “competitive voice” take over when I stumble across blogs that are far too explicit (some variations include: I was / am at a BMI of -20, I nearly died sooo many times, I’m special / different and can exist perfectly well with an eating disorder even though nobody else should [this last one is probably because it hits too close to home]); comparing myself to other people; living my real life based around a virtual one; trying to please everyone; not standing up for my beliefs if they go against the grain; thinking too much. 

At the same time, I have met some truly awesome and incredible people through blogging, and it has given me a type of support which I had never before encountered.  And which I still don’t encounter in “the real world” — if I do, I’m too blind and stupid to notice or take advantage of it.

That brings me to where I was in my life a year ago versus where I am today.  It’s frustrating to me that there isn’t much of a significant difference.  I’m a year older, I’m a year closer to my degree… but that’s about it.  I may have made several “realizations” that can bring me closer to this so-called “self-actualization,” which I am beginning to think is a total myth, but beyond that, I feel like I am stuck.  It isn’t that I am an advocate of anorexia; quite the opposite.  I think it is one of the worst things in the world.  That said, it must be doing something for me, or I wouldn’t find it so $#!&ing hard to let it go.  I just wish I knew what that “something” was, so I could find a replacement for it.

I know this: I am superb at avoiding things when I want to avoid them.  If something is too uncomfortable / frightening / distressing for me to deal with it, it is not unheard of for me to run away.  I also know that, whether it be true or just my belief, I am a pain in the butt, and I am very good at wearing out my welcome.  These two things seem to be parallels of each other… I get the sense that I am no longer needed / wanted somewhere, so, obedient thing that I am, I take off.

I don’t want to spend the rest of my life running away from everyone and everything.  I don’t want to spend the rest of my life running from myself.

As is wont to be the case with me, I’m not quite sure what the point of this post was meant to be.  That’s sort of fitting, I guess, because it can just float along out there, kind of like I do, taking on the shape of whatever someone else wants it to be… and ultimately pleasing no one, because that appears to be my specialty.

I’m sorry for all that babble — for someone who claims / wants to be a writer, I can certainly be extraordinarily bad at conveying a written message.  (Though in my defense, I was uncharacteristically disciplined and posted all of my comments on the incomphrensible articles I needed to read for school before I began this post.)  But because I have exhausted my word stores, the pictures appear sans commentary.  Try to contain your tears.

Serial Cerealizer

Yes, I am aware that the play on cereal / serial is one of the oldest out there, and incredibly corny to boot.  Apologies.  I just couldn’t resist it.  :p

Anyway, if you’re a regular reader of my blog, you know by now that I am a cereal freak.  I love it.  I always have loved it.  When I got home from school in Israel, the very first thing I did was sit down and have a bowl of each type of cereal we had in the cabinet at the time… I think it was four boxes.  Doing that now would mean about a dozen bowls — and that’s underestimating.

In my years of cereal obsession, I’ve tried many different varieties.  These are the ones that merit particular mention because of how long they lived in rotation!

  • Golden Crisp — I don’t remember whether I actually liked this cereal; I just know that when I was a kid, we had it in my house, so I ate it.  As I recall, they were basically puffed wheat kernels coated in honey / sugar… I gag at the thought.
  • Honey-Comb — ditto the above; it was around, so I ate it.  I remember my brother once trying to convince me to carry it from the backyard to the house, because it’s in a yellow box, and he’s allergic to bee stings.  He claimed that the yellow of the box would attract the bees.  (What bees?!)  If you ask me, he just didn’t want to take it back into the house.
  • Trix — I loved this cereal when I was in high school; particularly the little watermelon pieces.  I used to bite out the red before eating the “rind.”  I go into a sugar coma just at the thought of this cereal now… because silly rabbit, Trix are for kids!
  • Berry Berry Kix — this followed immediately on the heels of the Trix, because it wasn’t as sickly sweet.  I eventually tired of it, though I don’t remember why!  Plain old Kix are still on my “to try” list, which is way too long for me to control.
  • Shredded Wheat — remarkably short-lived.  I only remember it because the same summer that I had my Berry Berry Kix phase, I had a box of Shredded Wheat right beside it on the bunk over mine in camp.  I can’t understand how I even ate it, because it is absolutely tasteless.
  • Cocoa Pebbles — this one lasted a really, really long time.  It’s just as well that I got over it, since I can’t have Post cereals anymore!
  • Fruity Pebbles — actually, I never liked this one.  My brother did.  But it was always in the house, so I put it on here anyway.
  • MultiGrain Cheerios — it’s still around in the house, and everyone else eats it, but I just don’t.  I don’t know why, except that maybe there are so many more exciting cereals around!
  • Fiber One — at this point, I am more likely to grind this up and use it in cottage cheese pancakes.  But whatever the use, it’s been around on my shelves for a long time.  It’s especially good with frozen blueberries and some sort of milk.
  • Kashi GoLean — my infatuation with this cereal was primarily fueled by my eating disorder, which is why I stay away from it now.  I don’t think I ever really liked the taste of it — or lack thereof!  I always had to pour a bunch of Splenda over it.  Of course, this was in the days before I did more novel things with cereal than just eat it with milk.
  • Toasted Rice Flakes — I suppose I should have written “Special K” here, but I can’t actually have Special K.  I only know that I like it because I had it when I was IP.  After that, I found that Stop & Shop’s generic brand Special K tasted remarkably similar to the original… so, of course, they stopped making it.  I tried Pathmark’s generic brand, but it just tasted like corn flakes.  Shoprite’s are pretty close to the original!  (Can I just say how hysterical I think it is that of all things to fall in love with while IP, it was Special K?!)
  • Strawberry Fields — my current favorite.  I have a lot of boxes of cereal, and while I like a lot of them, I don’t buy them on a regular basis.  This one is an exception; I always have a backup box because if I run out and don’t have another one, bad things will happen.  :p

This post was inspired by the fact that I tried a new cereal this morning…

True story: the summer before last, I went to Washington, D.C. with a friend. While we were there, she bought this cereal. I wanted to try it, but since neurotic me didn’t have measuring utensils of any sort, I was too scared to do it. Ever since then, I’ve been meaning to try it… and I finally did.

You know how sometimes things live up to the hype created by a long wait? Yeah, this wasn’t one of those things. That little oat cluster you see was one of about three in the entire bowl. Boo.  Not a fan.  Where are the oat clusters?!  Where is the crunch?!

I just wanted to clarify this: sleeping in because you want to do it = good. Unintentionally oversleeping = not good! After waking up half a dozen times in the middle of the night, I finally gave up on sleep a little before 5.00. Which, I suppose, is better than the alternative.

This is one of the pairs of earrings I bought on my rain-soaked walk.  It occurs to me now that this is a particularly bad picture, but I’m not about to go take another one, and I’m sure you’re all shedding crocodile tears over that.  :p


A good title for this post (had the cereal not stolen the show) would have been “Second Chances.” Remember how I freaked out on Monday because of what happened with my nutritionist’s appointment? I was tentatively slated to see her tonight instead, but I wasn’t really feeling it… I called her and asked, “You don’t really want to see me tonight, do you?!” Nope. So I found myself in the same position I was in on Monday! I automatically heard the same inner monologue from then… not fun.

What happened afterwards is that I internally kicked and screamed and bullied myself into eating this Larabar — a new flavor to me! Good, but a little too greasy for my liking.

I also never noticed this before, because I don’t usually unwrap the entire bar at once, but they really are getting smaller!

After that, I told myself to quit obsessing, because I was going to do what I had planned to do whether I saw my nutritionist or not.  And for the most part, I did.  It involved this:

Quinoa, steamed broccoli and cauliflower.  Obviously in vast quantities, because this is me we’re talking about; and obviously with copious amounts of garlic salt.  I actually may have been a bit overzealous there!

Random tidbit: my brother ate my tofu again.  And in other news, pigs were spotted flying in Denmark.  (Don’t ask me why I chose Denmark, it’s just the first thing that popped into my head.)

These were on a sale at a supermarket near my house, and my mom was going shopping today, so I asked her to kindly pick them up for me:

I have this sneaking suspicion that the veggie chips and the veggie straws are actually the exact same thing in different shapes.  :p  I tried the straws first.  Just because they look more interesting!

I liked them — I mean, what’s not to like?  Crunch, salt, we’re good to go.  They weren’t overly greasy either, like these things can be sometimes.

Random outtakes from my crazy office: my co-worker somehow managed to get a virus on her computer.  Then she decided to “borrow” mine, because we’re the only people who have the program she needs.  Which left me with nothing to do, because now I’m out a computer.  So I just went home.  :p  And I hope she doesn’t provide me with a computer virus, too.  That would be most unwelcome.


So, I have somewhat of an ethical question. Yesterday I mentioned the lazy professor… basically, his lecture style consists of printing out a lecture from an instructional website, reading the pages to us, and then handing us a quiz on said pages. The quiz questions come from the website too. Hence, the URL of the website was on the bottom of the page, because he was either too stupid or too lazy to remove it. Now I have access to the quizzes that I know we’re going to be having. My question is this: would you consider it “cheating” to go over those questions beforehand? I don’t think it is… I mean, it’s not like I’m printing out the answers and taking them to class with me, right?  And he was very open about his sources, too, so isn’t it kind of like he expects us to be able to access this stuff??

On the topic of school — I really need to finish reading some more incomprehensible articles and then post my thoughts… quite frankly, at the moment, the thought of doing that exhausts me.  It’s becoming a proven fact with me that the older I get, the dumber I get!  I don’t know how I am going to manage to do this…

At least I have my new fuzzy socks to keep my toes warm.

I have a pair of red socks with Tweety on them and heart-shaped “anti-skid” thingies on the soles, but they’ve been so well-loved (thanks to my very cold room) that they’re becoming sort of pointless.  I finally found these — who would have guessed that such socks were so hard to track down?!  Non-frozen toes are always a good thing.

In the TMI category, my stomach has been frustrating / paining / annoying me all day.  At least, I think that’s what it is… it just doesn’t feel quite right.  Or pleasant.  (Gosh, I make the worst medical patient, don’t I?!)

Have a great weekend!

Something’s Wrong

Something is clearly wrong.

I have overslept twice in all the months that I’ve been blogging; it does not happen often. When it does, it is usually because I went to bed too late the night before, which was not the case last night. This morning, however, my brother tentatively cracked open my bedroom door at 6.35. That is an hour and twenty-five minutes past my alarm (and over half an hour past the time that I usually leave the house)!! I can’t understand it — I went to bed by 11.00! I said a dirty word and leaped out of bed while thanking my lucky stars that I had taken a shower the night before. So much for trying out one of my new cereals… A baggie of this one somehow wound up in my hands as I dashed out the door. I don’t usually have a lot of time for breakfast, but at least I can sit down and eat my cereal with a spoon like a civilized person. Sigh.

Waking up late is aggravating; it throws off the whole day. If my brother hadn’t woken me when he did, I might still be sleeping! I went to my “Friday” gym (it’s closer to my office, but it opens later than the one I usually go to), which was a little anxiety-provoking, but I was grateful that I was able to go at all.

And you would think that because I had that extra sleep, I’d be less tired… ha, not so much. What did help with that was the Excedrin Migraine I took during the day; I get aura, and I am so terrified of migraines that at the slightest hint of spots before my eyes, down the hatch go the pills. Excedrin Migraine’s caffeine keeps me awake like nothing else can!

Because the vent in the office has been open for the past couple of days, some internal warming was in order.

Yes, I eat crap. I’m entitled. (Doesn’t it figure, however, that they closed the vent midway through the morning? Not that I’m complaining about that!  Now if they’d only empty the trash can…)

There was also, naturally, an embarrassingly enormous salad.

Romaine, baby corn, zygote carrots, zucchini, Lightlife burger.

Then it was off to some of this…

…and this:

Can I just say, I have serious issues?  (Tell me something I don’t know…)  In one of my classes — obviously, not the one with the professor who likes giving tricky pop quizzes which just serve to prove the point that I am a total dumbass — the discussion is actually pretty interesting.  Not that I participate in it, or anything; even if I wanted to, even if I could get over the notion that anything I could possibly say is just so stupid that there’s no point in saying it, the very thought of voicing anything in that forum literally makes me freeze.  I sense a problem…

In my break between classes, I bought these pastry crisps.

They played the role of last week’s soy crisps.  (Seriously: I want one day where I don’t freak out / obsess over something food-related.  One day.  Is that asking too much?!)  Look at what I saw in the store:

Yes, that is a real bird.  It was chomping on something.  I was completely grossed out, and will never buy anything in this store that does not come in a closed package!  (Even though the only things I ever appear to buy there are Glenny’s crisps…)

The professor for my second class (the one that proves my stupidity) wastes time… I won’t even begin to describe what he does.  But at least he lets us out early, so we spend less time wasting time!  I have my preferred procrastination methods, and apparently they don’t coincide with his.  Anyway, as soon as I got home I jumped in the shower — I usually slather myself in moisturizer while my skin is still damp after my shower in the morning, and I was starting to feel its absence!  That, however, means that I am now waiting for my hair to dry.  Again.  I actually think I remember reading once that healthy hair takes longer to dry… um, right.  Must be the horsetail extract in the normalizing conditioner I use after I go swimming.  :p

Ehhh… I don’t know about that.  But I am very, very tired.

Have a wonderful Thursday!

Lazylazy

Someone is feeling extraordinarily lazy right now.  Not naming any names, or anything…

Actually, I have a random question.  Do you think it’s better to force yourself to get out and do things when you just want to crawl into bed??  I guess that’s not really a fair question, since it would probably depend on why you want to crawl into bed!  Let me put it this way: I went to bed pretty early yesterday, and I only woke up twice during the night, so I should not realistically be “tired.”  And the outing in question was to the pool.  I like to swim.  It’s just the initial steps I need to take to start moving to get there that are so difficult.  I’m not sure whether I ought to attribute that to depression or the fact that I’m generally a lazy individual, but it is getting kind of frustrating to always have to be pushing myself to just do something.


My alarm rang at 5.10 this morning.  There was a faint blaring sound coming from somewhere in the house at the same time… naturally, I had to figure out what it was!  It turned out to be the alarm from the radio downstairs in the kitchen.  My dad apparently pressed something, but didn’t know what it was; evidently, he set the alarm.  (Let me just say that I find this radio to be extremely annoying: I never, ever use it, but for some reason I’m the only one in this house who can manage to work it beyond turning it on / off!)

Yesterday, I wanted to get some things in Whole Foods, but the weather deterred me; I hate carrying paper bags in the rain.  Actually, I hate carrying any bags in the rain, since I usually bring my own bag anyway… I’m all for being green and everything, but I really don’t like those paper bags.  Anyway.  I bought Lightlife steak strips, kamut flakes, Peanut Butter Pows, and Truvia. But what I really wanted was Almond Dream… and of course, they didn’t have the unsweetened variety.  Oh, well.  (You notice the excessive cereal-buying… I am working on my “Ode to Cereal” post, but you can understand why it’s taking a while!  ;))

I would have gone to another Whole Foods during my lunch break, but it was meet-the-friend day!  You know how some people feel like they need to have interesting / pretty eats to post on their blog?  Well, I think I’m feeling that kind of “pressure” from my friend now, because she thinks I always have such fabulous lunches!  Hmm.

For today’s “interesting lunch,” I used Taylor’s curry recipe as a basis to make this:

I have said this over and over again, but I hate coconut.  Still, when I found a can of coconut milk with a kosher symbol, I pounced on it, because I had never seen that before!  This seemed like as good a thing to do with it as any… I changed some of the measurements, and I added some cubed tofu.  It looks really pretty, if I do say so myself.  :p  And without the liquid, it doesn’t even taste very much like coconut.  In fact, I really liked it!  I froze the other half of the can (note to self: shake the can before opening it!), so I can repeat this recipe… and eat it hot, the way it probably should be eaten.  Accompanied by naan?  😉

Mr. J, in case it is not obvious by now, makes life far more complex than it needs to be.  For various reasons which I will not mention here, I ended up having to leave the office early today (no complaints!) to go on an “errand.”  This was especially welcome because the stupid air vent is open again, which means I’m freezing my butt off all day.  The aforementioned errand didn’t take as long as expected, so I was able to go to that other Whole Foods and buy my almond milk.  Yay!

Speaking of Whole Foods… I like heat / spice, but this salsa just kills me.  I wanted to get a more “interesting” variety, but Whole Foods’ selection is so huge that I cannot possibly choose just one type!  I was leaning towards the raspberry chipotle, but I think that’s just because I like the name.  Any salsa suggestions?!

Let’s pretend for a moment that it’s summer again.

Almond milk blended with frozen strawberries and raspberries… I really, really, really need a new blender.  Gah.

Someone at the pool asked me if I just went to Florida.  I think my two-toned legs had something to do with that.  How embarrassing.

This post is sadly devoid of visual stimulation.  Apologies… it matches my current brain activity.  I don’t know why I am so tired!!  I am afraid this might justify another call to my endocrinologist, and I really, really don’t want to increase my dosage… I may as well just pop OTC diet pills, it apparently does the same thing!  Ugh.

Anyway, “Art Therapy Archives.”

I have no idea what this is supposed to be, actually.  I don’t think I ever knew.  I don’t remember the name, but I do recall that it mentioned tentacles and bubbles.  Psychoanalyze that.

Class tomorrow… ahhhhhh!!  (To clarify, that was absolutely not a sigh of relief.)

Have a happy Hump Day!

Stupid Brain

Especially in light of the parental praise re: my so-called “progress,” days like today serve to prove to me just how far from “recovery” I really am.

Basically, I pretty much know in advance what I’m going to be eating on a given day. I might make last-minute changes based on what my mood dictates, but they’re minor, like swapping broccoli for cauliflower, or something like that. Doing this makes me less likely to obsess over such things.

I remembered that my nutritionist had told me she was going on vacation at the end of January. She didn’t mention it to me last week, but since January is practically over, I figured I would call and find out whether she was in town before I drove all the way out there. It took me quite a while to get through to her, but it turns out that she is not here. As soon as I heard that, everything that was “planned” for today came crashing down, and at the same time, I was reminded of exactly why I need to plan these things in advance.

I hate numbers. I’ve hated them ever since the fifth grade, when I first realized that I am a mathematical dummy. You would think that this would prevent such occurrences, but no such luck… my head was immediately flooded with numbers. They were accompanied by a narrative similar to this one: You are a pig. If you hadn’t eaten so much already today, you would be allowed to eat dinner tonight even though your appointment was effectively canceled. Now you’ll have to recalculate everything, all because of your gluttonous greed.

The numeric tally had nothing to do with me; it just kept rolling and rolling and reformulating and switching things around to find a way to arrive at a daily calorie total that was deemed “safe.”  Don’t ask me why everything couldn’t just be left alone… there is a lot of illogical logic involved and I don’t feel like delving into that.  All I know is that I have a pounding headache because my stupid brain was working overtime.  And for what?!


To say that today was a deluge would be an understatement.  Crazy person that I am, I took a walk during my lunch break anyway… with my brightly colored umbrella, of course.  (Three different people randomly told me today that they like my umbrella.  Okie.)

Lovely.

I actually went to buy a pair of earrings — I already have them, but my sister liked them, and she is a crazy person who likes doing taxes; since it is very very very bad for my blood pressure for me to do mine, she does them for me.  This was supposed to be a little thank you gift for her.  Of course, they didn’t have them.  But I did end up buying two pairs for myself anyway, because A) I have zero self-control, and B) I wasn’t going to come back empty-handed from slogging through that downpour!  I’m too lazy to take a picture of the earrings now, so they’ll appear as they’re worn.  Which may be a very long time, but c’est la vie…

Romaine, Lightlife steak style strips, Brussels sprouts roasted with seasoned salt, Dr. Praeger’s sweet potato pancake.  (This is really kind of embarrassing, but those pancakes have been in my freezer since last Pesach.  That’s almost a year ago.  And I have broccoli pancakes and spinach pancakes, too.  I don’t particularly like them, but I don’t have many options during Pesach.  Still, why did I buy three different kinds?!)  Anyway, the naked, pre-toss picture of this salad looked really disgusting.  In case you were wondering.  Because I just know you were.

While my wellies do a fine job of keeping my feet warm and dry, wearing them indoors is pure torture.  So I spent the day sitting at my desk in my socks, because I was too lazy to change into slippers / sneakers.  It worked quite well.  Far more comfortable than donning actual footwear!  It wouldn’t normally be practical, since I usually have to walk from my desk to the printer a thousand times a day, but I was working on a different project today that basically required me to sit on my butt.  And sit.  And sit.  And sit.  (You see why I went for that drenching walk?!)

I was working on said project because the person who would normally do it is overloaded with other things.  She is extremely anal, so everything takes her three times as long as it should.  Which is fine, that’s her business… but when she’s passing on a project to me, even though it doesn’t require a rocket scientist to figure out what needs to be done, she feels like she has to go through it step by step by step by step.  That might be fine too, or just mildly annoying… but it is actually supremely annoying, because this woman does not speak English.  Yes, she can get by, but between her heavy accent and the way she mangles the language, it is very very difficult to understand her!  I was ready to pull my hair out of my head.

Speaking of hair, mine was not very happy with today’s weather.  I had to take another shower when I got home, because once my hair gets pulled back, there is no way I can wear it down again while it’s still dry.  Agh.

Much as I love my garlic salt, I felt like it was time for a little bit of a change…

Mrs. Dash Fiesta Lime seasoning blend… tossed with steamed broccoli, cauliflower, and carrots.

I didn’t hate it, but it’s no match for my garlic salt.  (Apparently I opted for a massive pile of vegetables in lieu of the grains… uh, okay, I would have had that anyway.  So the grains were just MIA.  I suck.)

From the “Art Therapy Archives” … again, photographed instead of scanned, but it’s not like it’s such a work of genius that it really matters!  It just kind of jibes perfectly with today, is all.

It was called Whirlwind.

I have a crazy pile of reading to do for class, and I really should be doing it.  I’m just so not in the mood.  And the textbook that I ordered last Wednesday wasn’t even shipped out yet!  What is up with that?!

Oh, FYI, for those of you who are in my general geographic area and don’t mind a bit of a trip — not that it helps me any, but you can get Chobani for 88¢.

Hoping that my hair will hurry up and dry so that I can go to sleep and pretend today never happened… have a glorious, sunny Tuesday!

Biblio-holic

I really, really, really, really, really don’t want the weekend to be over.  This is, like, kicking-and-screaming status.  I am so not ready to face the week.  Though if Steaz has anything to say in the matter, I am perfectly prepared…

Ah, yeah.  Right.  As if!

I watched this DVD today…

…with a side of air-popped popcorn.  (Is it just me, or does anyone else pop corn primarily for the heavenly scent?!)  I have so little patience to watch anything… I had to multi-task, of course.

Happy Sunday!

That white bowl got quite a workout today.  It also played host to Hugh Jass, Sr.

Let’s see… romaine, broccoli, carrots, sugar snap peas, water chestnuts, tofu, whole-grain rotini, honey dijon vinaigrette.  A huge bowl of deliciousness.  I do not understand how anyone can not like vegetables… (do you hear me, O brother of mine?!)

I also broke open the new jar of peanut butter today.

I really liked that it wasn’t as thick as regular peanut butter (read: the kind that contains sugar / additives)… it would be a lot easier for me to stir this in to yogurt / oatmeal / whatever, because it’s so runny.  I don’t think I’d mind the crunchy bits in that case, but as a spread, I found the pieces of nuts to be a bit weird.

A new-to-me apple variety (hey, that kind of rhymes):

Pinata!  It tasted very similar to a Gala, except that it was much firmer and crunchier.  Which, in my opinion, makes it preferable.

This is notable because it is the second apple in a row that I managed to core properly.  See how skilled I am?!  :p

On my way back from Blockbuster, where I went to return the DVD, I stopped in at the public library.  I need to have a very big stack of books available to me at all times, and my stash was getting a bit low.  Not like I have much time for leisure reading these days, but the stores have been replenished:

You think I might have enough reading material?!  I think there are over thirty books lined up here now.  Hello, I am a biblio-holic.  There are worse things in the world.

Stef passed me this award:

The rules are to list 8 things that make my day, and then tag 8 other bloggies.

  1. Waking up feeling energized; love the kind of days where I’m actually awake before I stumble into the shower!
  2. Taking a walk during my lunch break; I need me some vitamin D!  Even if it’s yucky outside, the afternoon feels so much more cheerful if I get outside for a bit in the middle of the day.
  3. Finishing a crossword puzzle / sudoku without making a single mistake.
  4. Listening to my favorite morning radio show on my MP3 player while I walk from the gym to my office.
  5. Going to the gym; most of the time, I’d be a snappish zombie if I didn’t get in a morning workout!
  6. Having the chance to curl up with a good book and read it in its entirety in one sitting.
  7. Warm fuzzy socks.  Even in the summer.
  8. All of your lovely comments!  (No, I am not just saying that.)

I hate doing this, but I really don’t think there are eight bloggers who haven’t been tagged in this yet; if you haven’t been, I apologize for neglecting to pick up on it, and you can consider yourself tagged.

…And with that, this oh-so-exciting post will draw to a close.

Have as great a Monday as a Monday can be!