I'm sleepy. I'm cranky. It's that time of month (even though my Dr put me on that once in 3 months plan, but my body has rebelled and has been causing me unjust pain, bloating and crankiness for the last week so I'm giving in and giving the pills a rest) Oh, and I think that has been why I've been so tired and numb feeling and generally poopy.
I started the weekend off with a fun Friday evening out with some of my bestest of friends. I was feeling crappy but I popped some tylenol and that helped a little. (sorry for being so poopy guys!). We even went to a variety of shoe stores but nothing was inspiring me to whip out my wallet.
On Saturday, we went to a nursery in
After too much traffic on I80 and what Eric pointed out to be a silent drive home, I cooked up a surprisingly tasty pasta dish. We debated going out, but I knew we had veggies at home that I needed to use and the crankiness was overtaking me so I knew dining out would not be an enjoyable experience, so I just threw something together at home. DAMN it was really good, and sadly there was none left for my lunch today. I made a ragout with eggplant, crimini mushrooms, tons of garlic, diced tomatoes and tomato sauce. I debated between putting it over polenta or penne, and opted for the penne because I simply can't make polenta unless I use cream, butter, wine and CHEESE. Plus, since I am trying to watch my portions and calories and need to somehow feed Eric's insatiable appetite (no really, it is very difficult to get him full), I went for the pasta because he could easily pile tons of pasta with the sauce, and I could eat the sauce with just a little pasta.
After this yummy meal, I started felling really worn out and got even more cranky, so I went to bed around 7pm, to be woken up by some drunk forgetting he needed to make a turn outside our place and jumped the curb and ran into a tree. That is NOT how I like to be woken up. We feared Eric's trunk was hit so we ran outside, to see the drunkard, turning around and running home with a flat tire and his tail between his legs (we assume he was drunk, but possibly just having a moment of the stupids).
Sunday consisted of sleeping in, a morning walk with Eric, and shopping. It felt like I spent hours at the mall and other various stores, trying on clothes and shoes and feeling self-conscience about everything. My toes are too long, my feet are too big, I don't know how to walk in heels, do people actually think THAT is cute? (Note to self... do not shop on the first day of your period when you are feeling crappy and bloated).
I honestly don't feel like I accomplished much this weekend besides some laundry, grocery shopping, buying some shorts for Eric and lots of sleeping. Maybe it's what I needed, but I sure do feel like it went by too fast. I will be sitting here for the 5 days, dreaming for the next weekend to come quickly.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Where did my weekend go?
Posted by Cherry at 7:02 AM