Made my first green drank today. Mostly wanted to see of the immersion blender would suffice; the answer is…. Sorta. Had to run it through a strainer (orange pith and blueberry skins galore!) because I don’t know anything about making smoothies.
I also learned that even half a banana is still too much banana flavor for me. Much experimenting to be done when we get a decent blender.
this seems to have become a space I just post photos when I think of it, because I feel like a creeper reading all the stuff my tumblr friends write and never saying anything myself.
this is from today at work. the dress I had on was really cute. my eyes were/are puffy from crying hysterically last night. the tears happened at the end of “the big C” even though I knew what was going to happen, I knew throughout all four seasons of it. but it was still painful to say goodbye to the main character and her family.
life is pretty good in general right now. my parents visited for several days earlier this month, and it went well for the most part. I think they’re happy for me. some of it may be relief that I’m not their responsibility anymore, that now I am responsible for myself and in my failing moments, Craig will take care of me.
the cats are jerks to each other still but it’s civil. fran is definitely my cat, she walks all over the bathroom counter meowing at me while I get ready for work, as if she’s telling me all about how much fun it was harassing poor elder george all night while they were shut out of the bedroom. she lets me carry her around, but nobody else. she’s a walking nerve end but as soon as I lay down on the couch to relax or nap, she’s there, snuggled in the crook behind my knees.
I’ve put on 10 pounds since moving here, sometimes I don’t like looking at my face because of it, and other times it doesn’t bother me. I know it’s because I eat exceptionally well compared to before I moved here. at least the waist isn’t two inches too big on all my pants for the time being, something that’s been a problem for me since I was a kid. I’ve stopped bothering to shave my legs because I just don’t care anymore; the hair is light and there isn’t a lot of it anyway. when wear a dress to work and I walk fast along the halls of the lower level, I can feel the leg hairs move with the breeze and it actually makes me smile to myself. I don’t know why.
even as it’s gotten warmer I’ve been taking one very long bath on the weekend, soaking for up to an hour at a time and putting various indulgences from lush in the water. a few weeks ago I didn’t have time and by the evening on sunday I realized how much I need that time.
craig is at a movie on his own (sorry, no star trek for me, and I needed a haircut anyway). we need to start coming out of our habit of always being together every minute just because we can be now, so I guess that’s why I felt like typing all of this. maybe as we learn to do our own things more often, I’ll take the time to do this more.
or maybe I’ll be lazy. that’s more like me, probably.