This is always weird… it’s Friday tomorrow, but it feels like Saturday night to me right now. Anyway. I am just glad that the holiday is over. As I lack the desire to humiliate myself at this particular time, I will, for the most part, opt out of going into detail about the past few days, and just rewind to Tuesday.
I’ve been eyeing these peanut butter chocolate granola bars for a while, but they are insanely expensive. They were on sale at Whole Foods this week, so I bought it. And by “on sale,” I mean $4.99 for a box of five bars.
They were rather stickier than I’d expect from a granola bar, but the flavor wasn’t bad. I just didn’t like the sesame seeds in there, which isn’t a surprise, since I hate sesame seeds. They were good, but I don’t know if I’d regularly shell out that kind of money on this.
As I recall, Tuesday wasn’t so great, either. On top of the oh-so-beautiful weather, there were a bunch of other things that just made an already unpleasant situation feel even worse. Such as the fact that I nearly had a freaking coronary… take a look.
That, my dears, is the receipt from the medication I am taking for my osteoporosis. Explain the logic to me, please. The retail price of this is $110. Why is my co-pay larger than the amount the insurance pays?! They say it’s because I have to meet my deductible. Okay, great, I’ve met it. Now how much will it cost?… $75. Why the hell do I even bother to pay for insurance?! So there’s a generic, which I will be able to get for $15; obviously, I’m going to do that. But why should I have to pay more for a generic than someone on Medicaid would have to pay for the brand?! I know the brand works for me; I don’t care to mess around with it. But I don’t have $75 a month to just throw out the window like that. Because I spent all that paying the medical bills of the people on Medicaid.
I was right about my not liking “raw” protein powder; I mixed the second half of the chocolate peanut butter Spiru-tein with water, cocoa powder, and chunky peanut butter… but it made me gag until I microwaved the whole thing. Guess the protein powder will be staying at home.
Amid my soggy treks on Tuesday, I picked up some flowers for the holiday.
The roses are from my brother. Mine are on the right.
There’s a tub of cottage cheese in my refrigerator with a rapidly-approaching expiration date, so I made a concotion based off this recipe.
It’s so flat because I scaled down the recipe, and I used the smallest pan I had, but apparently it wasn’t small enough. Anyway. I replaced the pumpkin with applesauce and the flaxseed with vanilla whey protein powder, and I skipped the hot water and baking powder because apparently I am a moron and didn’t see it listed there. My measurements were all off, too, but that’s because I have zero mathematical skills of which to speak. It tasted a little “bran-ny.” Good thing I don’t mind that.
And, because we’re supposed to have dairy on this holiday…
Yes, I am waiting for someone to get on my case because this is a “diet cheesecake.” Honestly, I hate cheesecake. I always have. I see no sense in “indulging” in something I don’t even like. This was fine. For the first bite. After that, it was just too… cheesy.
I could explain how I spent an hour yesterday morning wanting to shoot myself because the “services” were an hour later than I had been told they would be, which meant that I had to hang around while the place got more and more crowded. I could get into how my skinnier-than-me-and-gets-away-with-it niece ate three (baked) French fries today, and nobody said a word, but I can’t do that. I could, but I won’t. Because that would just open the floodgates, and it would be better for us all if they remained closed. So instead I am going to go and try to figure out how to arrange the next couple of crazy days.
“Too many people overvalue what they are not and undervalue what they are.”
~Malcolm S. Forbes