This always happens to me: I post something, and then after the fact I start to realize numerous ways in which what I’ve said might have been misconstrued. So, to clarify: nobody in my family has been accused of a heinous crime. Quite the contrary. The only crime of which any of my relatives are guilty is just lying down and taking it. Basically. I wish I didn’t have to be so vague, but I really can’t be too explicit here! Out of curiousity, I asked my mom whether she’d be on my side if I did [insert relevant wrong here], like [insert relevant perpetrator’s relation here]. I could not get a straight answer out of her; I am taking that as a “no.”
Family drama really gets to me. I don’t like drama. At the same time, though, if it is already there, I’d rather just get it out in the open, hash it out and come to some sort of resolution. Instead we’re left with simmering resentment. Is it any wonder why I’m so good at that?! I come from that type of stock, apparently.
I’m not making any sense here, am I? … Never mind, then. Moving on.
Whole wheat English muffin and All Whites with salt, chili powder, and cayenne pepper. All fine and good except that I got a mouthful of cayenne with the last bite. Hot.
I got together with some of my friends today, just to hang out and play some weird game that one of them couldn’t figure out… which we didn’t end up playing, but that’s another story. Two of them brought their kids. I wasn’t thrilled about that… I mean, I’m not begrudging them that, or anything, but it would be nice to be able to spend time with my friends. That’s all. I tend to feel very depressed / ambivalent about life after these little get-togethers. Probably why I dislike them! Ah, well.
Cottage cheese banana pancakes that actually look like pancakes, as opposed to a scramble, which is usually what happens when I get impatient and try to flip them too early. It probably helped that I was distracted and doing four other things at the same time. Anyway, this contained 2/3 cup wheat bran, 1/2 cup cottage cheese, 1/4 cup All Whites, 1/2 banana, packet Truvia, and cinnamon all blended until smooth. And then cooked, and cooked, and cooked on the stove. This is why I can’t ever have them for breakfast: I don’t care to wake up an hour earlier than I already do, just to make pancakes.
Random: I was at my sister’s house the other day, and she told me that my mom was “boasting” to her that she (my sister) doesn’t know “how much [I] pay for tuition.” Which isn’t true — my sister does know, I mean, she does my taxes for me! But seriously? What. The. Hell! If she wanted to pay the crazy tuition, then she would have the right to brag about it, but I don’t see why she feels like she can crow over my going bankrupt. ARGH!
Spaghetti squash topped with a mixture of sauteed eggplant, fetus carrots, baby bellas, and Gimme Lean Beef “meatballs” (okay, more like “meat squares”). I tossed the seeds from the squash into my backyard. I’m betting nothing will happen, but how cool would it be if I had spaghetti squash growing right outside my door??
Reasons why I am not exactly looking forward to the coming week:
Well, not the roses. Nothing wrong with that. This picture is from last year, when Shavuos came around. I’d go into further detail — because you so want to hear about that — but I have to go, because I just did an awesome job of making a pain in the ass of myself so that I could get a last-minute appointment with my podiatrist. Because apparently I don’t know how to walk, and I’ve got to take care of this irritating callus. Okay, you probably didn’t need to know that. Anyway. I just wanted to do that before I go on vacation… next Sunday!! If I survive this week, that is.
Have a lovely Monday.
“We must all hang together or most assuredly we shall hang separately.”