This weekend has pretty much been a non-stop monsoon.
At least nobody was standing under that particular tree… five people were killed by falling branches during this ceaseless storm. I can’t wait for the sun to come back. It seems like it never will!
To alleviate the frustration caused by the myriad attempts at “protein pancakes,” I made cottage cheese pancakes instead.
1/3 cup cottage cheese, 1/3 cup wheat bran, Truvia, one egg white, and a crapload of cinnamon (hey, the container slipped) all blended up and cooked on a griddle. The problem with these is that they take f-o-r-e-v-e-r to cook, and I am a very impatient individual.
Sometimes, however, things are worth waiting for. Case in point: roasted vegetables.
I sort of cleaned my room… meaning my closet is scarier than it has ever been, my carpet is officially shampooed, and my mattresses are flipped. What I really need to do is take an entire week off and devote every second of every day to purging my environment of all unnecessary things, but that isn’t going to happen, so this shall have to do. But I did find this:
I etched that a few years ago… it’s a mirror. Lest you get the mistaken idea that I’m artistic, I actually used a stencil sheet for the design. But I was fascinated by the notion of etching, and I did make another one that says something like “Home Sweet Home” … I believe that one is hanging in our basement.
These boxes contain 89 pounds of matzah. Isn’t that lovely. (Rhetorical question, because no, it is not lovely at all!)
It is Sunday:
I got a miniscule amount of schoolwork done today. I suppose that’s better than none at all, especially considering that I am supposedly “on spring break,” but still. I could have done more than I did, except that apparently I was too busy with other random things… but I’ll be damned if I know what those things are!
About my vacation “dilemma” … Even though I tell her that it’s mine, I earned it, and if I want to flush my money down the toilet then that is my prerogative, my mom persists in hounding me about how I spend it. At this point, she doesn’t even have to say it anymore, because it’s like I have a Little Mom sitting on my shoulder all the time. It kind of sucks. But I looked into some other vacation spots, and overall, it would probably wind up the same price as my original plan, because diving costs more in some other locations, even if the flight / hotel / transportation is less expensive. I think I should stop looking at the wetsuit as a part of this particular vacation and consider it an investment instead… the problem is that I am afraid that if I buy one and then gain too much weight, it won’t fit anymore and I will have really wasted my money. 😦
Not to point out the overly obvious, or anything, but I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow! Oh, well… at least it’s payday.
Have a lovely Monday.
“A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety.”