Tonight’s adventure in stress-baking was to make this banana chocolate chip bread (in muffin form, for easier distribution to classmates tomorrow). I may have not slept through the night in the past week, but at least my house will smell deliciously like cinnamon and banana as I lay awake tonight.
(By the way, I used King Arthur’s GF flour and these are the lightest, fluffiest, and most delicious [you know I gotta taste test] cake-y muffins I’ve made in a long time! Highly recommend, regardless of whether you’re currently trying to memorize four trillion different FINRA regulations or not).
Tonight I came home and stress-made guacamole in an effort to ~unwind~, which included finely dicing a jalapeno, then immediately afterward touched my eye and started a burning eyeball inferno, and then in an effort to stop my eyeball from melting decided to take my contacts out which resulted in BOTH of my eyeballs burning so much I just blindly stamped around the bathroom in pain while fiery tears streamed down my face so I guess you could say things in my life are going really well at the moment.
I went to the grocery after work today, and as is typical from a Friday at 5 pm, it was slammed. The elderly man in front of me at the checkout line had a huge cartful of stuff and I was preparing myself for an infinitely long wait as he slowly placed each item from the cart onto the belt, checking it against his list and pulling the corresponding coupon out of the envelope for it. He paused a few times to apologize for being so slow - the cashier didn’t acknowledge him at all, but I assured him it was no big deal (although inside I was kind of having a Leo DiCaprio *screams internally* moment).
The last items he put on the belt were a few six-packs of Ensure and a large package of female adult diapers. I already have a soft spot for old men in general (especially the kind-faced, shaky-handed sweet ones with the oddly tall baseball caps and periwinkle-blue jeans), but for some reason when I saw that it just broke my heart with sweetness.
I mean I know it’s ultimately a depressing thought — but can you think of anything more romantic than a man so devoted to you that he goes to the store by himself to buy your adult diapers and liquid food, and double-checks the list you sent him to the store with to make sure he got all your coupon items?
He looked back at me again while waiting for the cashier to finish ringing him up (and finish her conversation with the bagger about which Twilight movie is the best one), and for whatever reason, as soon as we made eye contact I winked at him without even realizing what I was doing. He gave a surprised little “heh!” laugh and exaggeratedly winked back.
So what I’m saying is that today I accidentally hit on an 85-year-old man because I found his purchase of adult diapers romantic.
In my hurry to leave the house yesterday morning I somehow didn’t manage to close the freezer door all the way. Last night when I got home I found it cracked open and everything in the freezer had started to thaw :(
I’d just stocked up on delicious (and kind of pricey) gluten free frozen treats to have on hand while I’m living alone (cooking for one is the pits!) — there were two frozen pizzas and a box of frozen chicken eggrolls, among other things. We also had just bought basically an entire summer’s stash of ice cream products and all of it completely melted.
I went ahead and threw out all the ice cream, but I’m on the fence about the other stuff. The internet is giving me some conflicted advice - many websites say that as long as stuff was still partially frozen and ice crystals were present, you’re fine (which for the most part, that seemed to be the status of things). But then a lot of other places say if your ice cream has melted, to take that as a sign everything has gone bad.
Does anyone out there have any advice? I’m on the fence because on one hand, I’m majorly paranoid about any and all food-borne illnesses…but on the other hand I’m a cheapskate and don’t want to see everything we’ve got in there go to waste!
So, ice cream melted but everything else generally feeling cold and half-frozenish….yay or nay for future eating?
9:15 pm: I should probably do something productive tonight. I know, I’ll put all our prints in the frames we got from ikea so we can hang them this weekend!
9:25 pm: Finally locate box with frames and prints.
9:26 pm: Reminded of what great taste in art I have (RIGHT BOB?!).
9:30 pm: Unwrap first picture frame and immediately become stumped at the weird back (ughhhh Ikeaaaaaaa why do you always gotta throw something weird and Swedish at me!), which means I can’t figure out how the heck to get the cardboard out and get the picture in.
9:33 pm: What do you mean google can’t answer “what the #($*! kind of picture frame is this and how do i open it?”
Have you all already found replacements for Google Reader? What are you using? Do you like it?
Just realized I have less than a month to switch over to something else and I’m not sure what to do. I follow an embarrassing amount of blogs through Reader and don’t want to lose them but also don’t look forward to manually switching each and every one over to a different platform.
Help a blog-addicted pal out with some recommendations, would ya?
“Instead of saying “I don’t have time” try saying “it’s not a priority,” and see how that feels. Often, that’s a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don’t want to. But other things are harder. Try it: “I’m not going to edit your résumé, sweetie, because it’s not a priority.” “I don’t go to the doctor because my health is not a priority.” If these phrases don’t sit well, that’s the point. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don’t like how we’re spending an hour, we can choose differently.”—Unknown (via the-healing-nest)
I am back to livin’ la vida gato and I couldn’t be happier about it (well…except for all the cat hair that’s already covering the whole house). I have really missed these little dudes - they’ve had to live with my parents for the past year and a half because our last place was strictly anti-cat (how rude!).
They’ve finally settled in up here and seem to be feeling at home…which means Chuck’s constantly airing out his thighs over various pieces of furniture, and Wicky aggressively grabs my finger at the first signs of me trying to type something.
I am especially happy to have them here tonight to snuggle. I got some devastating news earlier tonight about a friend/mentor of mine, and it knocked the wind right out of me. Life is so short and unpredictable, pals. Don’t ever take anything or anyone for granted.
moving to a new house with a dog: THIS IS GREAT I LOVE THIS HOUSE BECAUSE YOU LIVE HERE AND I AM WITH YOU AND I LOVE IT I’M SO HAPPY THIS IS THE BEST HOUSE
moving to a new house with a cat:there is literally nothing worse in this world that could happen to me. everything is blackness and death. i blame you for ruining my life and will exact my revenge by peeing on something you love, when you least expect it.