CB and I branched out today (no pun intended – you’ll get it in a minute) and went to Whole Foods for lunch. After scouring all of the grab-n-go food, we each got a container of prepared ricey pasta crap, and then headed over to the bakery. Because if we’re eating healthy Whole Foods crap, we’re having dessert.
We got back to the office and sat down at our respective cubes to eat our lunches. Within a few bites, I thought “This takes like woods.”
It’s long grain parboiled brown rice, black barley, daikon radish seeds, red grape tomatoes, fennel, baby arugula, basil, zucchini, yellow squash, lemon zest and sea salt. Healthy, right?
Yes, but ah gawd, it tastes like crap.
A few minutes later, CB hollered over and said, “I think I’m eating dirt with leaves in it.” I asked what she got. She came over and showed me….and it was the same thing I had. Kermit and Mr. Cranky Non-Decorating Coworker laughed their tushies off at us.
Thank goodness we have that cookie and chocolate macaroon for dessert. It makes the dirt worth it.
Kind of.
Not really.
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Update: My stomach is killing me. Kind of feels like I’m still hungry, kind of feels like rocks working their way through my innards. Gah.
I think the macaroon will make it all better.
Or bring it all back up.
Whatever makes the pain go away.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Reason #4 Why I Love Todd
He makes the coffee every morning while I'm in the shower, and on most mornings, my breakfast.
As we're waking up, he'll ask, "Coffee?" (if I wake up on the right side of the bed, I answer "Yes, please". Wrong side of the bed? "Well, duh!")
Then he'll ask if I want a egg sandwich or a breakfast burrito or something like that, and I get excited and really wake up. And when I turn off my hairdryer, I'll hear him start the microwave or put the skillet in the sink.
Because he knows that when I'm finished blow drying my hair, it means I have about 10 minutes before I leave.
So when I go in the kitchen to get my coffee, I'll find a Ziploc bag or a Tupperware dish waiting for me on the counter. I don't bother to ask what it is; he knows what I like and don't like.
And it doesn't matter what it is. All that matters is that my husband wants to make sure I actually eat breakfast so he makes me something and packs it up while I'm getting ready for work.
How wonderful is that?
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Yes, Yes. I'm Still Here.
I know, I know. I suck. Just what has been keeping me so busy that I can't possibly find time to put up a quick few sentences to let you know I'm still alive?
Work. Simply put. Work.
If I don't have time to jot things down during the day, it's hopeless.
But today, I'm home on the couch with my favorite blanket watching bad reruns of Beverly Hills 90210 on cable. So I have no excuse.
I had the second round of root canal done this morning, and despite Dr. Dean's claims that this one wouldn't be as bad as the last, I am in a helluva lot more pain. Glad I went ahead and took tomorrow off, too.
In other news, we had a tiki/pirate/tropical party on Saturday night, and per usual, I freaked out about the happy hostess, which means I lost track of the cocktails and overdid it. Oy. In talking with Todd about it, we've decided that I only seem to do this when we host. I think it's the pressure of being the cute, friendly, social hostess. I've always said I'm insecure - I'm not ashamed. But that's just silly when people are telling me what a great hostess I am, and what a sweetie I am, and we even found a note Sunday morning that said I was an "adorable doll" and a "ray of sunshine". So why on earth am I insecure?
Might have to talk to my therapist about that. But now you can understand how proud I am of myself that I didn't ruin my own wedding reception.
Anywho, football preseason has started!
We beat the Titans on Aug 14 so that was exciting. Our new coach, Carroll, seems to have really energized the team. I didn't see the game this past Saturday, but we lost to Green Bay. No biggie. It's all good.
Let's see....what else can I tell you?
I'm blanking out right now. But at least I got something up here, right?
Go me.
I need painkillers.
Work. Simply put. Work.
If I don't have time to jot things down during the day, it's hopeless.
But today, I'm home on the couch with my favorite blanket watching bad reruns of Beverly Hills 90210 on cable. So I have no excuse.
I had the second round of root canal done this morning, and despite Dr. Dean's claims that this one wouldn't be as bad as the last, I am in a helluva lot more pain. Glad I went ahead and took tomorrow off, too.
In other news, we had a tiki/pirate/tropical party on Saturday night, and per usual, I freaked out about the happy hostess, which means I lost track of the cocktails and overdid it. Oy. In talking with Todd about it, we've decided that I only seem to do this when we host. I think it's the pressure of being the cute, friendly, social hostess. I've always said I'm insecure - I'm not ashamed. But that's just silly when people are telling me what a great hostess I am, and what a sweetie I am, and we even found a note Sunday morning that said I was an "adorable doll" and a "ray of sunshine". So why on earth am I insecure?
Might have to talk to my therapist about that. But now you can understand how proud I am of myself that I didn't ruin my own wedding reception.
Anywho, football preseason has started!
We beat the Titans on Aug 14 so that was exciting. Our new coach, Carroll, seems to have really energized the team. I didn't see the game this past Saturday, but we lost to Green Bay. No biggie. It's all good.
Let's see....what else can I tell you?
I'm blanking out right now. But at least I got something up here, right?
Go me.
I need painkillers.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Random Updates and Thoughts and Stuff
My sincerest apologies for not blogging for well over a week. I have an ASAPSAP project at work and it leaves no time at all for jotting down thoughts or reading the news or oogling over the cute kitties. Sheesh.
A few days ago, CB treated me to a pastry from Bakery Nouveau. Oy. Have you been to this place? She’s been telling me how fantastic their almond croissants are. Well, I like almonds and I LOVE croissants, so when she texted to see if I wanted one, I said sure.
She brought me this croissant that was the size of a large kitten. It was soaking the paper bag that it was in and it was warm. After two bites, I emailed her and asked her if it was deep fried. Because it sure as hell tastes deep friend (i.e. delicious). It was gooey and there was powdered sugar on it and I got through the top half (it was split in two) before I went to the bakery’s website to read the menu and find out what was in this heart attack.
Twice Baked Almond Croissant
Our classic croissant soaked in simple syrup and filled with delicious almond cream. It is topped with sliced almonds and additional almond cream.
Oh.My.Gawd. Soaked in simple syrup? Twice baked? Filled with almond cream? Kill me. Just kill me.
Because now I am hooked and am thinking of walking down there this weekend to get one for Todd so he can suffer with me.
Thank goodness I bought new pants.
Oh, I bought new pants! Four pairs of new jeans and two pairs of summer khaki roll ‘em up and button the little flappy on the side pants. Yes, they’re a bit bigger than my old pants, but boy howdy, it’s amazing how much more attractive you feel when you aren’t wearing pants that are two sizes too small and create the infamous “muffin top”.
Never attractive.
Let’s see….what else has been happening in my little world?
It's been hotter than hell here. Todd and I have actually slept out in the living room a few times because there's a better breeze out there than in the bedroom. The night that I slept on the couch, I woke around 5am to a nice little monsoon. I couldn't figure out what the noise was as it was rolling in, but then it hit the house and wow. Rain, glorious rain. Which is very needed because this is currently our yard:
Nice, huh? It crunches when you walk on it. It's pitiful. But you'll notice our neighbors still have green grass. They cheat. They have a built in sprinkler system. Hmph.
Also, I think we have a rose bush.
It has thorns, and the leaves look like rose bush leaves. We'll wait and see what happens.
Oh, and here is our tenacious blackberry bush.
Yep, growing up through the porch steps. We keep saying we're going to clip it, but we don't. It's just kind of neat.
Neat, makes me think of heat.
We bought ceiling fans today. We got the living room fan up, but when we tried to put the one up in the bedroom, we hit a snag. The electric box is plastic, we have to have a metal one. Also, the box isn't bolted to a stud. It's just kind of stuck up in the attic. Which will not hold a ceiling fan.
Crap.
So we have the electrician coming out this week to fix that problem.
And tonight is our first pre-season Seahawks game. It's a bit hard to enjoy football when it's 90 degrees out, but I'm determined to do it. It will be interesting to see what our new coach, Pete Carroll, has done with our team. I'm not expecting any championships this year. I'm just hoping to not get creamed every week. That's not asking too much right?
Okay, off to prep for the game. Wish us luck.
And send snow.
A few days ago, CB treated me to a pastry from Bakery Nouveau. Oy. Have you been to this place? She’s been telling me how fantastic their almond croissants are. Well, I like almonds and I LOVE croissants, so when she texted to see if I wanted one, I said sure.
She brought me this croissant that was the size of a large kitten. It was soaking the paper bag that it was in and it was warm. After two bites, I emailed her and asked her if it was deep fried. Because it sure as hell tastes deep friend (i.e. delicious). It was gooey and there was powdered sugar on it and I got through the top half (it was split in two) before I went to the bakery’s website to read the menu and find out what was in this heart attack.
Twice Baked Almond Croissant
Our classic croissant soaked in simple syrup and filled with delicious almond cream. It is topped with sliced almonds and additional almond cream.
Oh.My.Gawd. Soaked in simple syrup? Twice baked? Filled with almond cream? Kill me. Just kill me.
Because now I am hooked and am thinking of walking down there this weekend to get one for Todd so he can suffer with me.
Thank goodness I bought new pants.
Oh, I bought new pants! Four pairs of new jeans and two pairs of summer khaki roll ‘em up and button the little flappy on the side pants. Yes, they’re a bit bigger than my old pants, but boy howdy, it’s amazing how much more attractive you feel when you aren’t wearing pants that are two sizes too small and create the infamous “muffin top”.
Never attractive.
Let’s see….what else has been happening in my little world?
It's been hotter than hell here. Todd and I have actually slept out in the living room a few times because there's a better breeze out there than in the bedroom. The night that I slept on the couch, I woke around 5am to a nice little monsoon. I couldn't figure out what the noise was as it was rolling in, but then it hit the house and wow. Rain, glorious rain. Which is very needed because this is currently our yard:
Nice, huh? It crunches when you walk on it. It's pitiful. But you'll notice our neighbors still have green grass. They cheat. They have a built in sprinkler system. Hmph.
Also, I think we have a rose bush.
It has thorns, and the leaves look like rose bush leaves. We'll wait and see what happens.
Oh, and here is our tenacious blackberry bush.
Yep, growing up through the porch steps. We keep saying we're going to clip it, but we don't. It's just kind of neat.
Neat, makes me think of heat.
We bought ceiling fans today. We got the living room fan up, but when we tried to put the one up in the bedroom, we hit a snag. The electric box is plastic, we have to have a metal one. Also, the box isn't bolted to a stud. It's just kind of stuck up in the attic. Which will not hold a ceiling fan.
Crap.
So we have the electrician coming out this week to fix that problem.
And tonight is our first pre-season Seahawks game. It's a bit hard to enjoy football when it's 90 degrees out, but I'm determined to do it. It will be interesting to see what our new coach, Pete Carroll, has done with our team. I'm not expecting any championships this year. I'm just hoping to not get creamed every week. That's not asking too much right?
Okay, off to prep for the game. Wish us luck.
And send snow.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Poops for Kidd Valley
The first time CB and I went to Kidd Valley for lunch, I asked for a kid’s meal. I’m no fool. I know the regular size hamburgers are way too big for me and my tiny, petite frame (shut up!) The cashier said yes, I could do a kid’s meal, but they also had “mini meals”, which as I look at the online Kidd Valley menu, must just be special to the Queen Anne Kidd Valley.
The kid’s cheeseburger meal is $3.65. That includes a small fries and a small drink. But that hamburger is a tiny little plain hamburger. And a shake is extra. The mini-meal’s cheeseburger is, I believe, $2.65 and it’s smaller than the regular, but it’s loaded. Then you can get a small fries/small shake combo for $2.95. And the small shake is smaller than the small soda size.
So! You may pay $2 more than the kids meal, but you get smaller portions, fully loaded and a tiny shake to boot. Win win!
Now, if it weren’t for the homeless guy pooping on the sidewalk in front of the place, it would be the perfect lunch spot!
Yes. I’m serious.
And no, we won’t we be going to that Kidd Valley again.
I hate the city.
The kid’s cheeseburger meal is $3.65. That includes a small fries and a small drink. But that hamburger is a tiny little plain hamburger. And a shake is extra. The mini-meal’s cheeseburger is, I believe, $2.65 and it’s smaller than the regular, but it’s loaded. Then you can get a small fries/small shake combo for $2.95. And the small shake is smaller than the small soda size.
So! You may pay $2 more than the kids meal, but you get smaller portions, fully loaded and a tiny shake to boot. Win win!
Now, if it weren’t for the homeless guy pooping on the sidewalk in front of the place, it would be the perfect lunch spot!
Yes. I’m serious.
And no, we won’t we be going to that Kidd Valley again.
I hate the city.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Happy Friday, Let’s Drill a Hole in Your Tooth!
I had big, big plans for this weekend. Big plans. And not one of those plans included a root canal.
I’ve looked up root canals in the past. I know what's involved. And though I don't consider myself a squeamish person, I made the declaration that I would rather just have the damn tooth ripped out than have a root canal. You remember, I have that pesky tooth that has a crack in it and it’s always been a bother. My dentist has been keeping an eye on it, and said the nerve is still alive and fine, so not much we can do about it.
Until last week. The toothache started on Monday, the headache came along on Tuesday and by Friday, I could barely stand to eat or hear. I sucked it up and made a dentist appointment with my sister’s best friend, Dean, who I’ve been seeing for about six years.
My initial phone call suggested the tooth had abscessed so they prescribed an antibiotic and wanted me to come in at 4:00 to take a look. After Dean checked the x-ray, he said, “Yep, all kind of infected. Let’s get you numbed up for a root canal!”
Uh. What? Aren’t there any other options?
He said, “We can take the tooth out. Sound good? No? Let’s numb up!”
That’s why I’m glad Dean’s my friend. He doesn’t give me a chance to wussy out.
So, after five shots (better to be too numb than not numb enough, I say!) I had my first root canal. And I must say, the actual procedure wasn’t too traumatizing at all.
It was when I started taking the Vicodin and the antibiotic that things took a turn for the worst.
I’ve always been able to take Vicodin. I PRIDE myself on the fact that I can take Vicodin. But, as we know, things change when you get older.
Actually, I think the big problem is that I have to eat when I take Vicodin. And after a root canal, it’s a bit hard to eat. So I made the mistake of taking it on an empty stomach one too many times, and finally on the drive home from the “On and On” screening Saturday night, my stomach said “NO MORE!” and promptly evacuated itself into a Safeway grocery bag.
So, no more Vicodin for the weekend.
But at least I made it to Chris’ birthday bbq and the “On and On” screening. I also slept until 3pm on Saturday and 2pm on Sunday, so that was a perk. Cause you know how Rae-rae likes her sleep.
My tooth feels pretty okay today; I even put some ice cream against it last night and no sensitivity at all! Love that! Now if I could just get this little headache to go away. And right when it goes away, I get to go back into Dean and go through round two of the root canal. I just have a medicated insert in canal right now. Next is removing that and putting in the permanent filling. Which means more drilling. And more painkillers. Maybe we’ll try a different one this time. Or I’ll just make sure I have a lot of mushy bread type stuff on hand.
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I couldn’t help but laugh at loud at I Has a Hotdog this morning.
I feel the same way, doggie. The SAME way.
I’ve looked up root canals in the past. I know what's involved. And though I don't consider myself a squeamish person, I made the declaration that I would rather just have the damn tooth ripped out than have a root canal. You remember, I have that pesky tooth that has a crack in it and it’s always been a bother. My dentist has been keeping an eye on it, and said the nerve is still alive and fine, so not much we can do about it.
Until last week. The toothache started on Monday, the headache came along on Tuesday and by Friday, I could barely stand to eat or hear. I sucked it up and made a dentist appointment with my sister’s best friend, Dean, who I’ve been seeing for about six years.
My initial phone call suggested the tooth had abscessed so they prescribed an antibiotic and wanted me to come in at 4:00 to take a look. After Dean checked the x-ray, he said, “Yep, all kind of infected. Let’s get you numbed up for a root canal!”
Uh. What? Aren’t there any other options?
He said, “We can take the tooth out. Sound good? No? Let’s numb up!”
That’s why I’m glad Dean’s my friend. He doesn’t give me a chance to wussy out.
So, after five shots (better to be too numb than not numb enough, I say!) I had my first root canal. And I must say, the actual procedure wasn’t too traumatizing at all.
It was when I started taking the Vicodin and the antibiotic that things took a turn for the worst.
I’ve always been able to take Vicodin. I PRIDE myself on the fact that I can take Vicodin. But, as we know, things change when you get older.
Actually, I think the big problem is that I have to eat when I take Vicodin. And after a root canal, it’s a bit hard to eat. So I made the mistake of taking it on an empty stomach one too many times, and finally on the drive home from the “On and On” screening Saturday night, my stomach said “NO MORE!” and promptly evacuated itself into a Safeway grocery bag.
So, no more Vicodin for the weekend.
But at least I made it to Chris’ birthday bbq and the “On and On” screening. I also slept until 3pm on Saturday and 2pm on Sunday, so that was a perk. Cause you know how Rae-rae likes her sleep.
My tooth feels pretty okay today; I even put some ice cream against it last night and no sensitivity at all! Love that! Now if I could just get this little headache to go away. And right when it goes away, I get to go back into Dean and go through round two of the root canal. I just have a medicated insert in canal right now. Next is removing that and putting in the permanent filling. Which means more drilling. And more painkillers. Maybe we’ll try a different one this time. Or I’ll just make sure I have a lot of mushy bread type stuff on hand.
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I couldn’t help but laugh at loud at I Has a Hotdog this morning.
I feel the same way, doggie. The SAME way.
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