~A Bitter Swallow~

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So, I grabbed a book from the library the other day that passed through my hands at the check-in station. It's called Taste of Home's "Everyday Light Meals". In an attempt to occupy my daughter during my son's karate class, as well as maybe find dinners to make that she'd actually eat, I had her go through and write down everything that looked appealing to her. I may as well just had her earmark the entire book. She wrote down tons of foods that struck her fancy, and that's saying allot for this picky little eater.

I just may have to go buy the book.

Now I have a long list of items to stock my pantry with, and I am pleased to see that many of the recipies call for similar ingredients, so I do not have to constantly run to the store in order to make each day's meals. I will be able to come home after a busy day, and whip something up with the ingredients on hand. That's super handy! (Please pardon the pun... though it made me giggle inside.)

I'm actually pretty excited to make some of this stuff, and double kudos to the fact that it's light on the calories and thereby my waistline!

Tonight: Pizza from Pizza Hut!

Just what the title says- O.M.G. Three letters. Yeah, okay, so maybe not so fanatical, but still. It may not be the greatest literary achievement ever conceived by (wo)man, but still- it came to me with ease and comfort.

BUT... you can't read it yet. I didn't bring it up here (to my station at the library-where I'm working), so I don't have it to type into here. And even if I did, my thaydra.com is only log-inable from my home computer, because I simply don't have a "Sign-into-me" link on the page. Call me names, that's okay. I'll post it later. It will skip ahead a week or so, but that's okay. I don't mind.

I'm feeling a bit disoriented today. I wouldn't really call it melancholy, but it's akin to it. More of a lost feeling. It's like I'm suspended in a dream state, and not really clear on where I'm suppose to be or what I'm suppose to be doing. Don't take me wrong - I am aware that I need to leave in about 45 minutes to pick up my son and get him to his 1:00 doctor's appointment, and then I am to head to work afterwards. No- it's something deeper than that. It's not even necessarily a bad feeling. Just... awkward.

In any event, I just made myself some breakfast. Tuna and mozzarella cheese with scrabbled eggs. It's pretty tasty.

I haven't been writing. It's horrible. I'm so stuck in a rut, and none of my projects are helping. In fact, they are making me more disheartened and sick with myself, because with each word I write, I hate it more and more. What do you do when you want to write, but the act of writing makes you want to puke?

Anyways.. I'm still working on it.. for those of you following my (ahem) weeklies. I have them around me.. just still stabbing them.

I had every intention of beginning a new Slim-Fast diet today. One for breakfast, and one for lunch, with a baggie of trail mix with extra almonds in it. Yep- that was the plan. I was envisioning a svelte new body in a matter of days! Ok, maybe weeks- but still.



So what happens? I am so woozy I think I'm going to keel over. My head is doing it's light show on me, which is a sign of an impending migraine. Instead of drinking my Slim-Fast and eating my nuts (interesting sentence, there), I head over to Amy's On The Bay next door. I got a soup and salad combo. Sounds like it should be nice and healthy, right? Nope. It's salad with ranch dressing (which is actually probably a healthy enough meal), with clam chowder soup nestled all snug and warm inside of a sourdough bread bowl. Scrumptious!

Okay, now my tummy is nice and full. My brain decided it wouldn't split in fourteen different pieces, and I can see. Worth the fat and calories I'm assuming.



On a wholey different note- the smell of smokers makes me gag. All you smokers out there- quit it! Yuck!

Fate has made it abundantly clear that I am not allowed to have another dog. I'm starting to question whether I should have any animal in my care. Fate is a cruel, cruel bitch.

Are you happy now, Fate? You win.

Oh, and by the way Fate- FUCK YOU!

My dog took off yesterday morning. She's normally very good about going into her "kennel", which also happens to double as my laundry (*cough*) room. As well as those two functions, it also houses the door out to my carport. However, yesterday, she decided she didn't want to be there for three hours, so she bolted out the door and into the long grassy meadow (By meadow, I mean my highly unkept, unmown yard out back. The grass there is taller than me.). Damn. I was already running late getting the kids out the door. They needed to get to school, and I needed to get to work to do the cash register business. Needless to say, I had neither the time or inclination to be running after a wayward dog all morning long.

My kids and I braved the jungle for a while. We strode up and down the road calling her. But alas, she was too content with running wild. I, having already been at the end of my nerve quota already, was fed up. Too much frustration, and other obligations to be met, so (dare I admit), I packed the kids into the car and left, content with the hope that having our other dog tied up outside would be enough to lure her home.

I dropped the kids off at school, and drove to work. I caught my boss as she came in, and told her my tale of imminent woe, and asked if I could leave after getting the cash report finished. Since I have the best boss in the world (she doesn't read this, so no, I'm not kissing up), she said "absolutely!" (okay, I don't remember exactly her wording verbatim, but that is close enough). So, I clocked in two hours of vacation time, and drove home to find the escapee dog in question lounging in my carport, tail wagging, looking at me as if there was nothing in the world wrong with this entire operation. I was relieved that she was home, but part of me balked at the fact that I didn't even have to set foot out of my car and call her, in a way at least justifying my impromptu time off and vacation leave wasted. Oh well.


So, crisis averted, I went back to the arduous task of shopping and internet surfing. It was horrible...

Now, I suspect she got into something icky, because she's vomiting. Everywhere. I have a pretty strong tummy when it comes to gross stuff. I can handle most everything. This isn't one of them. I gagged. It wasn't pretty. I began to worry that she had gotten into something bad. She was getting listless, and wasn't eating. She threw up a lot. This morning, however, she started to seem better. She was drinking and seemed to get her appetite back. I tied her up out front today, in the fenced area. I am hoping that she doesn't chew through her leash, and if she does, that she doesn't discover how to jump the fence. I have faith. I have to.

Ok... so there's the dog vomit story. How about on to more pleasant things before I get to go eat?

Today is Tuesday. It is, really. I promise. Consult with your calendar if you don't believe me. If it disagrees, then you don't know how to look at a calendar. Or it's no longer Tuesday, but you can't fault me for that. You are late. How dare you?

Anyway... this particular Tuesday marks the end of Friday and Saturday workdays for me! At least for awhile. How long, who knows? But for the meantime, I have my Friday and Saturdays off! Yay me! A coworker of mine asked if she could work them in exchange for her Tuesdays. Are you kidding me- you have to ask?! LOL. It will be nice to have my weekends free again. Especially since I have been unable to have my kid-free weekends open for "alone" time with Dustin. Now we can do stuff! And not just that stuff (you all are pervs... seriously). Speaking of which, don't let me forget to reschedule my doctor appointment. My boy is graduating 6th grade, and of course, it's scheduled right smack over my appointment. Priorites. Boy first, then doctor!

And speaking of Dustin, his work has him out at Mt. Rainier for six(ish) weeks! At least they are paying hotel, etc... but I don't get to see him during the week (I'm making a pouty, sad face. You can't see it, but I am.). He does get to come home Thursday night, and stay until Sunday night or Monday morning. So at least I get to actually see him now that my weekends are free :)

That's it for now. Carry on.

I finally got my writing task from last week's words up. I hate it, but it's there. I tried. If you are interested in this type of thing- it's here: Word Week 3


I need to set up a link on here somewhere just to my weekly wordy stuffs, so I don't have to feel the need to post about posting them. I'll work on that sometime this week. Or I'll just stop posting about it and figure those who are interested have bookmarked it by now. Either way =)

In any event, it's absolutely GORGEOUS outside, so I'm going to go spend my time out there now. Yard work, sitting in the sun writing, yard work, basking, yard work... what could be better? Company maybe, but I'll make due with what is given me!