I have shopped. Not for normal things, no (although I did buy milk). I bought baking things. I have promised more baked goods to others. There appears to be something wrong with me. I need to stop volunteering. Too late to back out now, though, so I took the first steps today. I am now the proud owner of white and milk chocolate wafers (for melting), crushed peppermint (to go in the melted white chocolate), crushed toffee (to go in the melted milk chocolate), flour, and a whole bunch of chocolate chips (I already have the other stuff). By the end of this week, I’ll have made peppermint bark and toffee bark (which doesn’t really count as baking, but hush – I’m being domestic), and by the end of next Saturday, I expect to be up to my ears in chocolate chip cookies. I have to make a couple more sweet potato pies for work, but they’re not needed until the 19th, so that’s a problem for Future Me to solve.
Check it out! I updated my book list (for the first time in over 8 months). I knew I could do something productive today. And then I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting on the floor with Riley (while watching more Supernatural) because I miss Roxy and I can’t stand thinking that I’m not spending enough time with Riley while I can.
I’m staying home again today, resting. Needed. I’ve spent nearly two hours this morning online, catching up on Dooce archives. (I haven’t been on her website for what seems like – and might actually be – a year.) Now? I feel guilty. Like I should have spent that time doing something else. What? I don’t know. How is this not resting? Apparently, I should be more productive when I’m resting. I suppose I could be learning something (French, MinutePhysics, Khan Academy), or I could be reading my book (I’m re-reading The Book Thief so it’s fresh when I see the movie – not always the smartest move, but I can’t help myself), or – hey! – I could be updating the book list on this very website, and maybe I will do those things today, but first I need to convince myself that two hours staring vacantly at someone else’s old blog posts isn’t wasted time.
So….we’ve been a bit stressed lately. After the holiday stuff and the family stuff this weekend, we crashed on our couch and stayed there until Sunday night. Saturday afternoon and evening, we watched Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz. How have we never seen these movies? They’re so much fun! How can I wait until The World’s End is out on DVD? Brian (who is in town for his semi-annual Coast Guard rotation thing) came over Sunday, and we watched six Doctor Who episodes in a row. It was fantastic. For those keeping track, we started with the Christmas episode between seasons 6 and 7 (I cried), and then we watched the first five episodes of Season 7. Today, I came home sick from work (not feeling all that great this morning), and I’ve been watching Supernatural by myself (four episodes so far). Maybe not the best use of my time, but hey – don’t judge me.
The turkey is stuffed and in the oven, the leftover stuffing is in a pan, the sweet potatoes are in a car on their way here, the cranberries were accidentally left in PA, and the other stuff (mashed potatoes and green bean casserole) can wait until later. John and I have spent the morning in the kitchen with oldies on Pandora for food prep. Now that we’re in clean-up mode, we’ve moved on to 80s pop. It’s been fun. Only sad part? It’s not really cold enough for a fire. Maybe at pie time. (Well, that’s not the only sad part, but who wants to get serious now? Miss you, family of mine!)
Happy Turkey Day!
My sweet potato pie was a HUGE success today. Everyone LOVED it. Everyone being the seven people who got to try it, but still. Big hit. Yay pie! Now it’s time to make the rest, if I can get Riley out of my lap long enough. He’s being a little clingy.
Two pies down, another two to four to go. I’ll do the others tomorrow. I always forget how easy they are. It’s a little time-consuming (boiling the sweet potatoes takes 40-45 minutes, then they have to cool, and then the pies take about an hour in the oven), but the mixing part is easy and goes fast. The rest is just waiting. Of course, when I’m as tired as I am, the waiting is scary (oh god, I can’t go to bed until I pull the pies out of the oven), which is why I’m only doing one round of pies tonight. I wouldn’t even be doing it tonight except that I need one for work tomorrow. I bet you guys wish you worked with me now!
We are free from our manipulative real estate agent! Hooray for us! She actually fired us. It was kind of awesome. She said she couldn’t sell it at this price, we said we weren’t willing to change it, and she suggested we sign a release from the agreement. We win! And now we’ll take a little time, maybe enjoy the holiday season, and do it on our own soon.
I was doing so well with keeping up here, and then last week started. It was a horrible, crazily busy, totally exhausting week. Work was nuts, our evenings were not our own, and we just got back from a whirlwind 36-hour trip to PA and back for Emily’s engagement party. I can barely keep my eyes open. We braved Wegmans to get the basic pre-Thanksgiving shopping done, mostly because I have pies to make. Lots of pies. This year I actually need to double my recipe.
I’m too tired to make any more sense, so I’m going to shut down the computer, heat up dinner (we scored leftovers from the party last night), and watch TV with John. I might last another hour, max. I will try really really hard to post regularly again. I like it.
The relationship between a real estate agent and her client is purely business (or should be). Just because I disagree with you doesn’t mean I don’t like you, but please remember that I hired you. We’re not friends. I don’t have to like you, and you don’t have to like me. It’s nice when we like each other, sure. And we certainly started that way. But I reserve the right to stop liking you when you don’t listen to what I’m saying, completely disregard my opinion, assume I’m greedy, and then try to manipulate me into doing what you want. EVEN THOUGH WHAT YOU WANT IS NOT IN MY BEST INTEREST. It’s in YOURS, certainly, but not in mine.
Emotional blackmail will get you nowhere. This is no longer a relationship (business or personal) I want to be in. Luckily, we only have to wait a few weeks before we are free of you.
This post from Tom and Lorenzo is not about the fashion. It’s all about the lead-in. And those are funny mental images. You don’t believe me? Ask Mark. He’ll back me up.
John and I went out to the movies tonight and saw About Time. Go see it. I loved it. I laughed, I cried (like, really cried – no polite sniffles and quiet tears for me), and it took me a while after it was over to get it together. Seriously. John drove home.
Go see it.
Like all right-thinking people, I love The Sound of Music wholeheartedly, no reservations. That didn’t stop the uncontrolled giggles while I read A Complete Curmudgeon’s Guide to The Sound of Music. Read. Enjoy. Giggle.
Randall Munroe of XKCD is awesome.
I would totally be more likely to read news articles about eating contests between elf-lords and river spirits.
John has found our new anthem.
Also, I am a giant child. I take gummy vitamins. They’re for adults, really!
I feel virtuous. I RAN to my polling place this morning and voted and then ran home. I exercised my rights as a citizen of this country while exercising. (John did, too.) I am proudly wearing my “I voted” sticker, which has so far managed to stay stuck to my sweater, so EVERYONE knows how citizenly and more-civic-minded-than-thou I feel today.
And with that, I think my period of insufferableness (insufferability?) needs to end. I’m tired, and I’d like to take a nap.
Still achy this morning, but it occurred to me that maybe my legs are achy not just because I didn’t pay attention to my pace yesterday but maybe also because I spent several hours standing around in heels while trying on bridesmaid dresses with Emily AFTER being stupid about my speed. I thought running through the ache this morning would be good for me. Maybe it was. (It’s hard to say.) But that wasn’t the only reason I ran this morning. (It wasn’t even the main reason.) Mostly, I ran because I felt obligated to. I spend so much time complaining about how I don’t like to run in the dark that I just couldn’t pass up an opportunity to run at my usual time (just before 6am) and see the sun. It was nice (if a little cold). Also nice? John told me that I looked super-skinny in my running clothes. I think I’ll keep him.
I was a little too ridiculously happy this morning. Maybe it’s that extra hour of sleep, except no, that can’t be it. John and I deliberately set an alarm for 7 today. 7 felt like 8, which is when we usually get up (or when we usually aim to get up – sometimes we miss), but wasn’t. Because it was 7. So we used the extra hour this morning to get up and run. And that was fantastic. It was a little chilly to start (mid-40s), but I ran a little over 5 miles, and by the time I got halfway, I had my jacket wrapped around my waist and was running in just a tank top. (And pants. I swear I was wearing pants.) It felt great. And the sky was blue and the sun was shining and all the trees are changing colors and I had a silly grin plastered on my face because it was all just so beautiful. Of course, my legs are a little achy now, but that’s my own fault – I got carried away and ran a bit too fast, considering that I haven’t been running as regularly as I should. I’m paying for that. But still – happy!
House update: Still on the market. No offers. We have another open house planned for Saturday (tomorrow). I bet John Stamos will stand us up again.
Dog update: Doing well. He had his third round of chemo yesterday morning. So far, so good.
Hair update: Still long, still brown.
I almost wish I didn’t care how food tastes. This is not a diet post (I can handle eating normal portions (and handle it when I eat other-than-normal portions)). This is about decision fatigue. There are too many choices! Every day I have to make a decision about where I’m going to get lunch, and every night, John and I have to decide what we’re having for dinner. We have too many choices and too many decisions to make. We bring it on ourselves, I know. We NEVER go to the grocery store, so we have almost no food in the house. If we had food in the house, we’d have fewer choices about what to eat (which would make the decisions easier), but getting food into the house involves making choices about what to get, and – WORSE – it means making choices about what we’re going to eat DAYS IN ADVANCE. That’s just crazy.
If all food tasted the same, this wouldn’t be a problem. Somebody should get on that.
I had a glorious weekend. So much time to READ. Tempting as it was, though, I didn’t read ALL weekend. I did some stuff for others – I spent a couple of hours on Saturday trying on bridesmaid dresses and taking pictures of them (or notes where pictures weren’t allowed) for Emily (no, you may not see those pictures), and I helped John test out his new recording toy. (I may have enjoyed doing both of those things, but that doesn’t change the fact that I did them primarily to help John and Emily.) On Saturday afternoon, John and I went for a run together, something we haven’t done in a while. I think I enjoy it more than he does. (I’ve heard I sometimes talk too much. I don’t know who starts these rumors.) But Sunday? Yeah, I spent hours and hours reading. It was heavenly.