Before I forget — shameful as it is for me to admit, I have jumped on a bandwagon! I vainly hopped on board the Formspring trend.
I suppose the most notable event of today was one that did not actually occur; namely, I failed to add to my facial decoration. Can’t say I’m too upset about that! I also, in true idiotic fashion, bought the wrong kind of tofu, and had to go all the way back to the store to exchange it. But that’s neither here nor there.
Part of the oh-so-exciting plans I had for today involved going to the school performance of my “alma mater.” (It’s generally known as just “production” here… hence the post name.) Every year I say that I’m not going, because it’s just so dumb… but every year I have at least one niece in it, and I have to be the supportive aunt, even though she couldn’t possibly care less whether or not I show up! It’s this mishmash of choir, dance and drama, and the guy running the sound and lights had no idea what he was doing, so it was sort of a disaster. Oh, well. It’s really the high school, but they put in the sixth grade too, because a thousand years ago someone decided it was “cute to have little kids in it,” and it’s just been that way ever since. Maybe it’s just me, but when I look at people that age, I can’t help but remember what I was like back then… and oh, my goodness, but it makes me cringe! I was such an egotistical brat (wow, Freudian slip — I mistyped that as “fat” at first! Which is true, but that wasn’t what I was going to say) — I actually thought I was important and that I mattered. I shudder to think of it. Oh, poor misguided youth… watching the high school kids isn’t so bad, because by that time I was already aware of the fact that I was messed up!
To continue the fun, my grandfather’s yahrtzeit is tonight, so bring on the Cadre of Cousins! (Why does it seem like I’m saying that about a grandparent’s yahrtzeit every other day?! I only had four of them!!) And my aunt and uncle are staying for that, too, obviously… I wonder when they’re leaving. I kind of miss being able to wear my pajamas around the house!
*insert temper tantrum here, because I do not want to go back to work tomorrow*
Given the less-than-stellar results I achieved when I tried to make seitan, I decided to buy some and see what I was actually trying to accomplish.
It looked like the seitan I made, but the similarities ended there!
Udon noodles, seitan, sugar snap peas, carrots, mushrooms, and onions. This seitan was chewy, but not in the same way mine was; mine was more “rubbery” than “chewy”! Interesting. I’m not quite sure what to do with this little tidbit of information, but I guess it’s nice to have. 😉
This has been bugging me for quite a while, so I’m going to indulge myself here and spew some verbal vomit.
I’ve mentioned in the past that it upsets me to stumble across blogs which mention numbers / BMIs / weights; not that everyone doesn’t have a right to say whatever they feel like saying, I just don’t want to be subject to reading about it! The same thing seems to apply to pictures. I’ve noticed that there seem to be two types of people: those who will go to any length to hide their underweight state, and those will do the same to flaunt it. As evidenced by this post, it isn’t like I parade around in short shorts and crop tops. I am always pretty much covered, even if my mom thinks I’m horribly immodest because oh my goodness, my elbow is showing! The point is, it would be very difficult for me to “flaunt” something like that, even if I wanted to. I just don’t understand why someone would want to! I suppose that of all people, I should understand this, but it just baffles me. Honestly, I don’t think I have a single photo in which I look “too thin” — I prefer being behind the camera to start with, and the facts that I’m always covered and that I never really looked too thin in the first place make it hard for such pictures to exist. But still, if I’m posting, say, vacation photos on Facebook, if there is even the slightest doubt in my mind about a picture, I’m not going to post it. What is the point of inviting all sorts of comments?! Maybe that is the point — a misguided attempt to get people to show that they care. I have no clue. All I know is, it irritates me to death, and if someone could explain to me the thought process behind this, I would be immensely grateful.
Have a great start to your week.
The entire glory of the daughter of the king lies on the inside.