This Moment: tired
Your Shoes: black boots
The State of Your Home: disorganized, but almost complete
Annoyed By: so, so much
Noise In the Background: fingers typing on keyboard
Really Want To: sleep
Thinking about: all that is lacking
Favorite Product In Office Supply Aisle: notebooks
Don't Ever Want To: fail
Your Eye Color: brown
The Weather: cold
Have Never Tried: drugs
Think Everyone Should Try: Antella's key lime cake
Last Vacation Destination: NYC
The Last Thing You Had to Drink: water
Your Bad Habit: cursing
What You're Going To Do Now: whatever
Labels: indigo girls
Labels: indigo girls
This Veggie Post Does Not Include Any Actual Veggies, But IS Full of Excuses!
I'm a total veggie loser this week. I've been dreading this post all week long, knowing - every time I stood at my fridge, admiring all the green goodness, then promptly closing said fridge and running out of the kitchen - that there was going to be no wholesome cooking on my part.
This week's share of local veggies included carrots, beets, green beans, an Asian mix (like a salad mix), and something called "braising mix," which I swear I've never heard of and have avoided using it in part because I was a little scared of it. I meant to take a picture of it to show you (as well as the carrots, which are adorable and small), but I didn't get around to it. This braising mix is a jumble of green leafy things and what looks like daisies. Thanks to KH, I now know what to do with them, though, and I'm going to give it a shot tonight.
So, my many excuses why I flaked this week:
* I'm moving tomorrow, and my week has been consumed with packing.
* We kinda packed the kitchen up.
* So we've been eating cereal and bagels all week.
* I have a lot of stuff (move, money, move, work, move, money) swirling in my head, which only makes me want to curl up on the couch in the fetal position and watch E!
* My current kitchen has a way of sucking any culinary inspiration out of me, mainly because it's a crap-ass kitchen.
* Thank goodness the kitchen doesn't move with us.
* Because I'd be really pissed if it.
So, next week will include a lot of cooking, or else all the green things in my fridge are going to attack us. Stay tuned for Adventures in the New Kitchen with Veggies We Never Eat and are a Little Perplexed By.
Last week's adventure.
Update on Veggie Post
Rebecca gives us her take on the CSA trial share.
This weekend was full of lessons for me. Between picking out new living room furniture at Rooms To Go (they finally admitted our sofa was in fact a POS and agreed to replace it), going crazy with the move and working at a nightclub for a local rapper's birthday party, the weekend was ripe with things for me to learn. I'm a wiser woman now, and I share both my newly acquired wisdom and random weekend facts with you.
1. I can no longer deny the ugly truth: I am a procrastinator. I move in 5 days and have not packed 75% of my house. Well, like 40%, but it's the 40% of the house that contains the most crap.
2. Trips to Target needed to get everything we need: 3 so far.
3. Things we still forgot: 4, possibly 5. Most likely 6.
4. Number of times Ben told the RTG salesguy "yeah, but we've had such a bad experience with microfiber that I'm scared to go through this again, and on the other hand, leather might crack or fade" even though the guy had already explained that HE HAD NO MAGICAL GUARANTEES AND THE SAME WARRANTY APPLIED: eleventy billion
5. My nieces and nephew are turning into really cool big kids. I totally miss their baby years and relive some cute memory every time I see them, which makes my eldest niece look at me like I'm insane, but still. Great damn kids.
6. One of the best things about living in
7. Patio furniture is expensive. Too expensive for me to justify right now.
8. It never fails that when parents with kids of similar ages meet, the comparisons begin. There’s some comfort in knowing your kid’s not the only one who throws his food, bites and doesn’t yet master certain skills. Even if we hate to compare, we compare. It’s unavoidable.
9. My kid finally gives me a full night of sleep (as in, NO waking whatsoever), and instead of being grateful, Ben and I freak out and think the worst. So we check on him. And poke him. And wake his butt up. Only to retreat back to our room, hoping he didn’t notice us.
10. And finally: I’m too old for this shit. “This shit” being my spending my Sunday evening in a club full of 15-year-olds. I mean, I was yawning at 9:30 p.m. And when did I become so conservative? There were girls dressed there like full-on hookers. Seriously. Some were typical teenagers trying to be cute and girly, but others were in micro minis and crop tops that also exposed half their boobs. I’m not exaggerating. The worst part is that I just described a girl who was there with her mother. What do you think she looked like? That’s right, her pimp.
Overall, though, it was a fun thing – it was nice to get out and check this scene out for myself – a real departure from my regular life and even what my teen years were like. My first thought, though? I can see why this audience is a marketer’s dream. They wore better clothes than me, flashy jewelry and carried the latest gadgets. I didn’t stay the whole night (I was struggling to keep my eyes open by 10:30 p.m.), so I missed it when things really got fun, but well. I’m just too damn old to keep up with this kind of thing. Then again, this was a party for a young crowd, involving a genre of music that I don’t even listen to.
The best part, though, were all the moms and dads standing around, pressed up against the walls, huddled in corners. We hear too much of kids going to parties and doing crazy, stupid shit, and people always ask – where were their parents? So kudos to these parents for being there. I’m sure the kids were doing their best to avoid them and probably wanted to die whenever their parents approached them, but now that I’m on this side of the fence, I have to say: thank G-d there are still chaperonas to be had!