Today I have to make up for some recent setbacks. Some of my setbacks have been good (like getting lots of subbing jobs) and some have been bad (like "go ahead, order that second pitcher of margaritas!"). But they have all contributed to a stall-out in my productivity. I am so close to finishing the toaster cover, even though it's going to have some surrrious wrinkles on the lining. And that baby quilt is all happening, lined up and ready to be assembled as soon as I assemble the necessary motivation to put it the eff together.
Anyway, I'm writing to make it official that my productivity is back on track. I thought if I told somebody about it, it might make me less likely to watch "Battlestar Gallactica" and more likely to get up there to the sewing room and sew like the wind!
That's really all I've got to say. The coffee I'm drinking hasn't done its job of sweeping out my cobwebs, but it's doing its best.
Love, S
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Showing posts with label coffee. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Eeeeeeeeeyooooore
We didn't go to happy hour. Husband had a late meeting, so we just had a cocktail at home. It's for the best, of course. I made chicken with 40 cloves of garlic, a recipe I've read about like four hundred times and every time the writer says it's absolutely incredible. I found a crock pot version in one of my slow cooker cookbooks, and tried it. It was really really good. I will post pictures and stuff once I get the camera back from Husband, who has it to take pictures for work.
Yesterday wasn't exactly the mid-week holiday I wanted it to be--H. had to work for most of the afternoon after all, and we did laundry and cleaned for the rest of the day. It turns out that one day-holidays are a little bit disappointing. With long weekends, you get to say "it's Sunday but it's really like Saturday" when you get a Monday off--it turns on its head that dreaded "I thought it was Friday but it's really Thursday" phenomenon. Mid-week days off don't give you that thrill--we were so looking forward to yesterday, and then *poof* it was 7:00 last night and H. has a long day today...
Oh, and I'm shedding an egg, which makes me tired and irritable and relentlessly negative. The worst thing about it is my obliviousness--thankfully H. knows it's happening and points it out to me. That sounds like he's a terrible dude who chalks everything up to "monthly bills," but he's really not. I went off the Pill a while ago, and now I really get down and pouty; since I almost always fail to make the connection to hormones, my inexplicable jerkiness is that much more disturbing to me. So H. is actually doing a favor when he points it out. Not that I'm always fawningly grateful for it. But yesterday when he suggested that my quiet, doleful digs about him having to go to work might be attributable to my period, it really was a relief. I don't want to be this person, and if I don't realize why it's happening, I start to think maybe I'm just essentially unhappy, and this is how it's going to be from now on unless I can find some way to make a major change. The drama of that sentiment is 100% me, but the truth of it comes purely from the onslaught of hormones.
I'm coming to the end of it, though. And today is beautiful--the house is flooded with sunshiney light and the few leaves left on the trees are rustling like maracas in the lively wind. I will take Dog for a walk up the hill and I will finish that baby quilt top. It's going to be a weird size, I think...I have just a little bit of proportion to work out. But I have all day to do that! Yay coffee!
Yesterday wasn't exactly the mid-week holiday I wanted it to be--H. had to work for most of the afternoon after all, and we did laundry and cleaned for the rest of the day. It turns out that one day-holidays are a little bit disappointing. With long weekends, you get to say "it's Sunday but it's really like Saturday" when you get a Monday off--it turns on its head that dreaded "I thought it was Friday but it's really Thursday" phenomenon. Mid-week days off don't give you that thrill--we were so looking forward to yesterday, and then *poof* it was 7:00 last night and H. has a long day today...
Oh, and I'm shedding an egg, which makes me tired and irritable and relentlessly negative. The worst thing about it is my obliviousness--thankfully H. knows it's happening and points it out to me. That sounds like he's a terrible dude who chalks everything up to "monthly bills," but he's really not. I went off the Pill a while ago, and now I really get down and pouty; since I almost always fail to make the connection to hormones, my inexplicable jerkiness is that much more disturbing to me. So H. is actually doing a favor when he points it out. Not that I'm always fawningly grateful for it. But yesterday when he suggested that my quiet, doleful digs about him having to go to work might be attributable to my period, it really was a relief. I don't want to be this person, and if I don't realize why it's happening, I start to think maybe I'm just essentially unhappy, and this is how it's going to be from now on unless I can find some way to make a major change. The drama of that sentiment is 100% me, but the truth of it comes purely from the onslaught of hormones.
I'm coming to the end of it, though. And today is beautiful--the house is flooded with sunshiney light and the few leaves left on the trees are rustling like maracas in the lively wind. I will take Dog for a walk up the hill and I will finish that baby quilt top. It's going to be a weird size, I think...I have just a little bit of proportion to work out. But I have all day to do that! Yay coffee!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
My Favorite Breakfast...
Consists of:
1. Peach yogurt. I know it's shamefully high in sugar, but I hate the taste of the fake stuff and I love how peach yogurt goes with...
2. Peanut butter toast. A simple, protein-containing classic. But these sweet and salty components need one more taste to truly sing. They need...
3. Strong black coffee.
I don't know. Is it that everything has a really strong flavor? The yogurt's reeeaallllllyyyyyy sweet; the peanut butter toast is very salty (and crunchy! Yum); the coffee is bitter and black and rich and unadulterated by the dairy products I occasionally add.
I had a long and rambling bit about how my perfect breakfast is like Rock, Paper, Scissors in its elegant simplicity and balance, but I deleted that because it was embarrassing (even though no one is reading or even aware of the existence of this blog, I like to put out a quality product).
Oh, and Dog loves to lick clean the dregs of my yogurt container. And she loves tiny bites of peanut butter toast. Sadly for her, she never developed a taste for coffee, so she is doomed to live the rest of her life missing one leg in the golden tripod of My Favorite Breakfast.
1. Peach yogurt. I know it's shamefully high in sugar, but I hate the taste of the fake stuff and I love how peach yogurt goes with...
2. Peanut butter toast. A simple, protein-containing classic. But these sweet and salty components need one more taste to truly sing. They need...
3. Strong black coffee.I don't know. Is it that everything has a really strong flavor? The yogurt's reeeaallllllyyyyyy sweet; the peanut butter toast is very salty (and crunchy! Yum); the coffee is bitter and black and rich and unadulterated by the dairy products I occasionally add.
I had a long and rambling bit about how my perfect breakfast is like Rock, Paper, Scissors in its elegant simplicity and balance, but I deleted that because it was embarrassing (even though no one is reading or even aware of the existence of this blog, I like to put out a quality product).
Oh, and Dog loves to lick clean the dregs of my yogurt container. And she loves tiny bites of peanut butter toast. Sadly for her, she never developed a taste for coffee, so she is doomed to live the rest of her life missing one leg in the golden tripod of My Favorite Breakfast.
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