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I had a good weekend; it makes me happy when I manage to strike just the right mix of chores, fun stuff, and sloth time with my time off. I haven't been posting about it, but I've been acutely aware of the lack of Scott in my life. This was the first weekend where time finally started to do its thing and I haven't felt the changes so keenly.
Nothing remarkable about the cleaning I did, just the usual laundry, dishes, etc. to clear out the wreckage of the previous week. (You don't want to come to my house on Friday evening. It's pretty bad.)
For fun stuff, I spent some time outside at a park reading. I started The Help, which is our next book club selection, and I had a REALLY hard time putting it down. I knew within the first 50 pages that it was going to be a favorite. I also saw The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo at Laurelhurst Theater. I like Laurelhurst Theater; they have 2nd run movies, but they are only $3, and they serve beer and wine and pizza and stuff along with the standard popcorn and soda. I figured out a while ago that they serve wine in the same plastic glasses that they provide free for water. So now I just take a small flask of wine from home, stick it in my purse, and grab myself a water glass as I enter the theater, and wallah. Free, quasi-legal glass of wine to go with my popcorn and movie.
For dinner last night, I made Sing for Your Supper Shrimp and grilled corn (which was unfortunately not great) and salad. This morning I used the leftover shrimpies to make shrimp and grits, and served it to myself for brunch with a mighty tasty Greyhound. I must say, I make a mean shrimp and grits. Of course, I've never had shrimp and grits in the South, so I don't really know. But I know what I like, and my version involves cheese and green onions and bacon and lemon and hot sauce, so it's hard for me to see where it could go wrong. I made two pans of Pastitio, which is a greek version of Lasagna. One pan is for tonight, and leftovers for this week, and the other goes in the freezer for later, when I am no longer sick of Pastitio and it sounds good again.
For the sloth portion of the weekend, I turned to my beloved VH1. A few weeks ago I switched from Comcast to Direct TV and I loves my Direct TV. While I like to think of myself as the type of person who watches the History Channel and the Discovery Channel, the sad truth is that I am a VH1 addict. More than once, I have disconnected myself from cable tv entirely in an effort to curb my trainwreck rubbernecking habits, but it never works for long. My latest obession is a reality show called "You're Cut-Off" where wealthy heiresses are sent to a sort of boot camp to learn how to deal with... well, life. And they fail, spectacularly. I can't stop watching.
But hey, house is clean, dinner is cooked, I'm ready for the week ahead, so I think I'm going to go watch another episode of trash tv.
Nothing remarkable about the cleaning I did, just the usual laundry, dishes, etc. to clear out the wreckage of the previous week. (You don't want to come to my house on Friday evening. It's pretty bad.)
For fun stuff, I spent some time outside at a park reading. I started The Help, which is our next book club selection, and I had a REALLY hard time putting it down. I knew within the first 50 pages that it was going to be a favorite. I also saw The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo at Laurelhurst Theater. I like Laurelhurst Theater; they have 2nd run movies, but they are only $3, and they serve beer and wine and pizza and stuff along with the standard popcorn and soda. I figured out a while ago that they serve wine in the same plastic glasses that they provide free for water. So now I just take a small flask of wine from home, stick it in my purse, and grab myself a water glass as I enter the theater, and wallah. Free, quasi-legal glass of wine to go with my popcorn and movie.
For dinner last night, I made Sing for Your Supper Shrimp and grilled corn (which was unfortunately not great) and salad. This morning I used the leftover shrimpies to make shrimp and grits, and served it to myself for brunch with a mighty tasty Greyhound. I must say, I make a mean shrimp and grits. Of course, I've never had shrimp and grits in the South, so I don't really know. But I know what I like, and my version involves cheese and green onions and bacon and lemon and hot sauce, so it's hard for me to see where it could go wrong. I made two pans of Pastitio, which is a greek version of Lasagna. One pan is for tonight, and leftovers for this week, and the other goes in the freezer for later, when I am no longer sick of Pastitio and it sounds good again.
For the sloth portion of the weekend, I turned to my beloved VH1. A few weeks ago I switched from Comcast to Direct TV and I loves my Direct TV. While I like to think of myself as the type of person who watches the History Channel and the Discovery Channel, the sad truth is that I am a VH1 addict. More than once, I have disconnected myself from cable tv entirely in an effort to curb my trainwreck rubbernecking habits, but it never works for long. My latest obession is a reality show called "You're Cut-Off" where wealthy heiresses are sent to a sort of boot camp to learn how to deal with... well, life. And they fail, spectacularly. I can't stop watching.
But hey, house is clean, dinner is cooked, I'm ready for the week ahead, so I think I'm going to go watch another episode of trash tv.