Before I say anything else, Vampira here would like to express extreme thankfulness for several things:
- That I was wearing socks.
- That I was not wearing a swimsuit.
- That this isn’t a bad sunburn at all, in comparison with some of the others I’ve experienced. Helps to keep it in perspective when taking a hot shower is an exercise in pain management!
So… I really and truly must be home again. Last night my parents were both dozing — my mom on the sofa, my dad on the recliner — when my brother knocked on the door. We knew it was probably my brother, since he comes to visit with two or three of my nephews practically every Friday night. My dad kicked back the footrest and got up to open the door, and my mom, who was still 90% asleep, heard him get up and thought it was me, so she said in a sarcastic voice, “Time to run upstairs.” See, my mom has this notion that I am completely antisocial and do not like to deal with people at all, and so she claims that I vanish whenever anyone comes over. Honestly, I can’t even remember the last time I did that, but that’s just the way it is with my mom… she creates her own version of reality and no matter what anyone says or does, she’ll persist in believing what she wants to believe. I actually find it rather hurtful, but whatever, this isn’t about me.
Moving on… since we’ve tried all the Turtle Mountain flavors we can, instead of just sticking with the ones we know we like, I figured I’d toss in some more experimentation. Keeps life exciting. And, besides, supposedly yesterday was National Strawberry Ice Cream Day!
This actually tasted like real strawberry ice cream, which isn’t a massive plus in my book, because I always preferred non-dairy ice cream! But I suppose most people aren’t like that.
There was 1/3 cup cottage cheese left in the container I opened last week, so I finished it up by adding 1/3 cup wheat bran, a packet of Truvia, and some cinnamon. I forgot the vanilla extract, which, it turns out, is quite important. I can’t believe I was actually upset that the cottage cheese was finished, because I wanted to make more pancakes today, but I made do with this instead:
1/3 cup oats (they’re almost finished, too — what is going on here?!), 1/3 cup water, packet Truvia, and pears, baked at 350° for twenty minutes. I find this a little strange, because in general, I prefer my oats not to be very thick, but I liked this. Not that I’m really going to complain about that!
Another strange phenomenon: despite my cinnamon obsession, this is only the second time that I have ever had an apple with cinnamon. The first time was a couple of weeks ago. This was especially exciting because I actually managed to core an apple; usually I just end up with a tube of apple flesh, while the actual core is still attached to the rest of the apple. I’m a coring dummy!
I am currently pretty annoyed, because I want to put up pictures on Facebook, but it’s being obnoxious and not letting me log in. This happens quite a lot… I don’t think Facebook likes me very much! I wonder if it would help if I switched to another computer? …
Some random, non-paranoia-inducing vacation photos!
Some of the blurrier ones actually look very similar to sonogram images… :p
Started with a picture of my hand, so why not finish with a picture of my feet?!
But I’m not actually finished yet. :p
Good-bye, New York.
Hello, Grand Cayman!
The so-called “fitness centre” in the hotel. What you see here is all there is — nothing else.
Why, thank you! (The proprietor of this gift shop actually walks around dressed as the devil. It’s rather amusing.)
Random… I tried to get the waves crashing up against the rocks, but obviously it didn’t work too well.
The stupid butterfly just refused to pose for me! The nerve.
Good-bye, Grand Cayman…
…hello, New York. 😦
I’ve given it some time, and Facebook is still not cooperating. Anyone else having issues!? I’m going to try restarting before I move to another computer. Very aggravating.
Have a great Sunday!