Lunch: Japanese restaurant, where I was a good and healthy eater, without any icky stuff...health-wise, that is
Dinner: 2 smoked port chops
This might not work because my computer is being all wonky. It has for the past two days and I am so hoping that it is my connection or something and not the machine. Fixing this, my sweet baby, is possible, but it will severely cut into my traveling money. Oh, no!!!
I just ran a full scan and nothing came up, except for a few dozen tracking cookies. I am hoping that it is all of the research I have been doing here for work. Lordy. It might also mean that I cannot upload a GP today. Frankly, I am still fighting that exhaustion from a few days ago and cannot dredge up the energy to really care.
So, anyway, I had to go out and get stuff for the weekend with the babies and decided to have lunch at my favorite place. I heard, whilst dining there, that there might be a Chinese buffet place opening up in the near vicinity. If that happens, and it is a nice place, I am going to have another temptation with which to struggle. I will worry about that if and when it happens. It is just that it is wonderful to go there, eat only what I want and have absolutely no waste. Today was garbage day and I had to toss out too many things again. There was all that lovely lettuce and greens that the refrigerator froze, which is guess is not exactly my fault, but our crappy appliance. But, there were berries, a whole bunch of fresh ginger and the turkey that I had frozen a few months ago, taken out to cook yesterday and then forgot about it in the microwave until this morning when I had to heat up the cats' breakfast. What a freaking waste, and it is usually worse than that. So, dining out at a cheap place actually saves me money, and, I mean, how messed up is that?
Next was the actual errands, the market, where I bought food for me and for all of the special meals that I want to make for the babies and their parents this weekend. I have offered take the babies tomorrow and send mommy and daddy out to play and then stay overnight so that they can either stay overnight somewhere else, or sleep in on Sunday whilst I wrangle the babies.
So, I bought some of their favorite stuff and got home and there is not any of those cooler boxes anywhere. The largest one I found was the one in which I take my lunch to work. Clearly, the berries, tomatoes and other vegetables for the lunch kabobs, the thick slices of ham and roast beef, and let me not forget the frozen pizzas they love, well none of that, except for a few of the vegetables, is going to fit in my tiny cooler thing.
Where the heck are those things? Maybe I got rid of them during the last big divestment, but I doubt it. Wherever they are, they are in a place where I cannot find them. That means that I have to stop at another market on the way to their house tomorrow to re-buy all of the fresh stuff, which was most of what I bought today. Not a huge problem, because I can eat that stuff, and there is always a chance that it will actually be eaten and not tossed in a week. I guess. It just seems like a huge waste of money to have to buy that stuff twice. I will get over it. Sigh.
This is such a small problem and I am obsessing about it. What a dork. Besides, something came back to bite me in the ass today. I have been keeping a relatively low profile and minding my own business ever since the whole threats from my friend's boyfriend a while back. You know, even if someone asks for your help with something, they might have some other agenda that prevents them from being nice when you do exactly what they ask you to do, and then their boyfriend calls you and says seriously unkind stuff to you and, well, it is just a mess. Kind of like that sentence. Sorry, Diary.
Anyway, I offered help, support and a bit of advice to someone yesterday, prefacing it with apologies about how I hope I did not overstep anything. I heard back from that person and it seems that I was, despite my cautionary stuff, completely misunderstood and that was shared with me with a huge helping of snark. So, I apologized again, as sincerely and genuinely as possible, but I think that this whole mess might have irreparably damaged what, to this point, was only a tentative relationship. Big picture wise, I guess that I took a risk, was rebuffed and no real loss for either of us, but it still bothers me that I upset that person whilst simply trying to be myself. I think that is the most painful part of this, that being me is enough to make some go all snarkalicious on my ass. It was a huge 'ouch' and since I rarely have to learn that kind of lesson twice, that person should be pretty darn safe from me from now on.
It still stings a little, but I guess that is part of the learning process for me. I just need to mind my own business. Plain and simple. Even if someone asks me to get involved (friend/boyfriend/crappy telephone message), I will resist and change the subject by pretending to have a stroke or an aneurysm or rabies.
So, early day tomorrow, and a busy one, too. 'Nighty-nite, Diary. Maybe I will get lucky and have a dream about how I helped someone and did not make a huge mess of it. Yeah, like that could happen, even in my dreams. Lots more sighs.
Location is still broken, so here I am, all scrambled up, which is also part of the name of the GP that is slowly loading. It is named Scrambled Hearts and, seriously, how appropriate is that! You probably cannot see it, Diary, but in addition to the wonky heart in the middle, there are smooth places and choppy chopped-up places and part of hearts all over the place.
Well, let me give that GP a try.
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