Good Morning everyone! I've been enjoying a pretty lazy Sunday so far. After getting up at 6:30 this morning to see my favorite Doc off to work, I shopped online did some intense internet research for an hour or so before taking the puppster on a brisk morning walk.
This week went by a little slower than I was hoping but it was still pretty decent. I started Monday off right with an always enjoyable Happy Hour with my friend Olivia. We tried to go to one of our favorite HH spots, Panchito's at the Quarry, but left after one drinking when we realized the new owners had broken the cardinal rule of all that is Happy Hour - Don't fix it if it ain't broken. (And don't take away the half off appetizers.) So we popped over to Fleming's for their pretty crucial HH, 5 for $6 til 7. I enjoyed a delicious white cosmo, shared some crab cakes with Olivia... (yes, only $6...and yummy.)
I also brought home this bad boy to Justin, who spent the entire night enjoying the peace of not having to answer "Does this shirt make my feet look fat?" or "Want to watch Nick & Jessica on DVD?" or "Does this cheese smell rotten?" waiting by the window to see my car drive in.
(again, $6...except for some reason, his didn't come with those two pictured, plump, delicious, crispy, crunchy onion rings...it's a mystery I can't explain. Burp.)
I also munched on some blue cheese stuffed olives courtesy of a bartender who overheard me creppily professing my love for them.
Later on in the week, I was about to walk out the door and went into the bedroom to say goodbye to Miss Lily...only she was nowhere to be found. Oh wait..what's that over there? Behind the pillow...
SURPRISE!
How could I leave right then? She's too cute...and my HR Director wonders why I'm always late...you try leaving that adorable little fluff monster every day.
On Thursday night, after realizing, at 10pm, that I'd eaten 1 candy cane, three bites of a MooseMunch Caramel Bar (Thanks Mom...super delish!),3 5 oreos, a brownie and some FroYo, I decided to give up sweets. It was a great theory at the time. So far, as of Sunday, I've only cheated once. I had about a tablespoon of No Sugar Added ice cream and a small teensy crumb of brownies. I'm okay with that. But I really need to chill out on the sugar. Now, I'll celebrate Cookie Friday (a la Tina) and not Cookie MTWTrF [btw, anyone else feel bad for Thursday, who gets the lame "Tr" abbreviation since Tuesday was a jerk and stole the uppercase T earlier in the week?] If I want sweets late at night, I'll have a cup of hot tea, some gum or a nectarine. Pray for me.
On Friday night, the unthinkable happened...something I'm terrified to admit as I know my mother will read this and immediately bury her head in her hands, cry and wonder where she went wrong in all those years of raising me. While making spaghetti, I made the gruesome discovery that I had indeed, run out of onions. Sweet potato? Check. Butternut Squash? Check. Yellow lid to Justin's nasty cheese in a can? Check. Onions? .... Hello? Onions? .... Bueller?
No onions.
Okay, so maybe I'm being a bit dramatic. I did have red onions in the fridge but no white or yellow onions, two MAJOR staples in my pantry. I had to make do with the cebollas rojas (Your Spanish lesson for the day. You're welcome.) and I didn't notice too much of a difference in taste. But deep down, I knew. And I was ashamed.
I dealt with the shame the only way I knew how.
Okay who are we kidding here...this is how I cook every night. And excuse the greaseball look I decided to rock in this picture. I'd just gotten back from the gym.
On Thursday night, after realizing, at 10pm, that I'd eaten 1 candy cane, three bites of a MooseMunch Caramel Bar (Thanks Mom...super delish!),
On Friday night, the unthinkable happened...something I'm terrified to admit as I know my mother will read this and immediately bury her head in her hands, cry and wonder where she went wrong in all those years of raising me. While making spaghetti, I made the gruesome discovery that I had indeed, run out of onions.
Okay, so maybe I'm being a bit dramatic. I did have red onions in the fridge but no white or yellow onions, two MAJOR staples in my pantry. I had to make do with the cebollas rojas (Your Spanish lesson for the day. You're welcome.) and I didn't notice too much of a difference in taste. But deep down, I knew. And I was ashamed.
Yesterday I hung out with my friend Rachelle and her super cute son, Connor, while her husband, Corey, and Justin went to the Army All-American HS Football Game. We ended the night at the Lion & Rose Pub to watch the Jets/Bengals game.
On the agenda for today...
- Fold the Kilimanjaro of a mountain of laundry that I've avoided all week
- Hit up the gym to lift back and run a few miles
- Take down the last remaining Christmas tree
- Go to Walgreen's to take advantage of
Have a great day and a great week!