Pet Peeve #576328
NOT LEAVING ME A MESSAGE ON MY CELL PHONE!
Seriously- if you are going to take the time to call me, you can at least leave me a message. To add insult to injury, this person tried to call twice and I have no idea whose number it was. (I've tried reverse lookup- no results) Most likely it was someone who dialed the wrong number or something, but to indulge my delusional mind on this Monday night I will assume it was either a secret crush, Ed MacMahon (with a check in my name), or an ex who has realized the error of his ways.
Sunday Ramblings...
Random thoughts on my mind:
- No weight loss this week :( I was strict as ever last week with nothing to show for it. Oh well. Hopefully there will be a whoosh next week.
- I painted 1/3 of my bedroom today the same green that I painted the bathroom. I need David to move the furniture for me though so I can get to the rest of it. At least I accomplished part of this task that has been staring me in the face the the past 3 months.
- Still haven't found anyone to go see "In Her Shoes" with me. Any volunteers?
- Been contemplating whether or not I really want to live in Lexington right now or if I want to move to a larger city to get more experience. I have nothing really holding me back here if I sell the house. David doesn't want to move, although I know he would for me. I think I would feel differently if most of my friends hadn't moved away. Am I really missing anything?
- Do I want to join the gym? When would I have time to go? Would I still feel too ashamed to go because of my size?
I know these things may sound pretty trivial, but in my neurotic mind, one of these thoughts is always going through it.
Three Wishes
Dear Lord! Am I the only freakin' person who cries from beginning to end of this damn show?!?!?! Where are the Kleenex??
Grrrr...
I'm P.O.ed! I've been sitting in front of a computer all day waiting for stuff from coworkers to get to me so that I can rush to get it done for a client. It's the complete opposite of "hurry up and wait." It's like there is a coup against me plotting to piss me off, make me not sleep, and not be able to do the rest of my job that has been on hold forever while working on this project. It's 10:30 and I still am stuck doing nothing. On top of that, I'll be getting up early to get in the office to finish work in the AM and then waiting for the printer to finish so I can hurry up and get the rest of the stuff ready to be overnighted to the west coast. Sometimes I wish I could be like other coworkers are sometimes- just not care about the work. It's not that the people getting this stuff to me have too much control over when they get it to me, but it's like a whole bunch of occurances have led up to this situation and I have had the flag raised the entire time going "hellloooo! Anyone listening?!!!!" Unfortunatley, I don't have an ounce of that non-chalant attitude in me, so I will most likely not sleep tonight. And they wonder why I started anxiety medicine?!?
[end of rant]
*exhale*
Torn between 2 lovers...
... Ok, so not really. Did I get your attention anyway?
I really am torn though- between 2 bulliten board sites. They are both related to low carb, and I love everyone at each of them. It's like a family whose parents have divorced- can't we all be one big (er, soon to be little) happy low carb family?
Jalapeno's- A cautionary tale...
As many of us low carbers know, Jalapeno Poppers are a wonderful snack. I have made about 4 large batches of Jalapeno Poppers in the past 2 months, as they have been requested at pot luck-type events.
I was invited over to DBF's brothers house to play poker with a bunch of people. Seeing as I haven't done anything social in months, I was very excited for this. DBF's brother roasted me an entire pork shoulder and in return, I would make 2 batches of Jalapeno Poppers to take for the poker game.
I sat in my dining room cutting and taking seeds out, stuffing and wrapping them with bacon, when all of a sudden, my hands feel like they're on FIRE. (Yes people, I know that they recommend you wear gloves, but I didn't have any and it never bothered me before). I continued until I got all of the poppers on the baking sheets and then ran and put my hands in ice water. This was at 6:00pm.
After 15 minutes of no relief, I had DBF look up on the internet what could remedy this excrutiating burning feeling. I proceeded to try each and every one of the remedies I could find:
- Lemon juice
- Milk (I didn't have milk, so I used heavy whipping cream)
- Extra Virgin Olive Oil
- Vinegar
- Bleach water solution
- Baking soda mixed with water for a paste
- Baking soda water
- Baking soda directly on skin
- Yogurt (It was yocheese, but same difference)
None of these helped a bit. The feeling wasn't just burning, it was pain, and my hands were bright red. I took 2 Advil and then felt a tiny bit better, so around 10pm, DBF and I went to his bro's house for poker. I was there for all of 15 minutes and had to go back home and put my hands in ice again. I called my physican's office and had the Dr. on call paged, and she said she didn't know what to do other than take some Benadryl, more Advil, and ice them, and if they weren't better in 40 minutes, to go to the emergency room! Luckily, the Benadryl knocked me out and I fell asleep with my hands on ice and the pain gradually got better as the night went on and this morning I just have a little soreness in my hands.
So the moral of my story is : If you make anything with hot peppers, WEAR GLOVES! It could save you from looking like a complete idiot like I did at the poker game, and possibly a trip to the ER.
Dinner
I am probably the most unimaginative person when it comes to cooking low carb. Give me a grilled chicken breast (cooked on the George Foreman b/c the grill is even too much work) and some broccoli and call it a night. I found this on the back of an italian dressing mix packet and it is YUMMY!
Italian Parmesean Chicken
1/2 cup of parmesean cheese
1 packet of italian dressing mix
3 boneless skinless chicken breasts, cut in half
Wash chicken pieces and then dip them in cheese/dressing mix. Bake at 400 degrees fahrenheit for 20-25 minutes or until done.
Century Club
Century Club
Yes, I have finally made it to the Century Club, 100 pounds down! Actually, I’m 102 pounds down now. YAY! I’ll post my story and pictures and stuff this weekend.
Now while I know I should be very pleased (and I am), I find myself getting pretty perturbed when people I haven’t seen in MONTHS fail to realize (or tell me) that I have lost weight. I know that I have a long way to go and am by no means a skinny-mini, but freakin’ 102 pounds! You have to notice something different, right? I guess not, because I didn’t get any props today.
Powerball, Handywoman School, and Other Random Obsessions
So a couple of weeks ago I went to get my bloodwork done. While I was there, I talked to 'ol doc about some anxiety issues I've been having. These issues usually only happen at night when I am trying to go to sleep. He put me on some light anxiety meds to see if they would help. Not helping yet, as can be told by the following list:
Emily's List of Random Obsessive Thoughts
- Powerball: The jackpot is up to like $180 million. Is it wrong to pray to God to win the lottery or is that just wrong?
- Handywoman School: Do they have any of these anywhere? If not, I should start one. I want to know how to change a light fixture, water supply valve, patch drywall, install carpet, etc. Anyone want to volunteer to teach me?
- House: The handywoman school is actually a random thought that was a result of another random thought- I want to buy the house I live in from my dad and then redecorate the whole damn thing. It's a great space and I feel like it's my own because I've lived in it for so long by myself, but I don't have any ownership of it at all.
- Debt: The thought from the house that lead to the handywoman school led me to wondering how the hell I would buy a house with my credit card debt. I've paid about half of it down, and relativley don't have too much, but it still seems like it's going to take eons to pay it off. How come no matter how much $ you make, you always need more?
- The thought about debt all leads back to the first thought- Powerball. See the vicious cycle my brain has?
