This started off as a semi-decent day, in spite of Daylight Savings time. I got up around 6, as did the bambino, so (bad mom that I am sometimes), I parked him in front of some Tom & Jerry as I took a shower. When I was done, my plan was to make up some sausage biscuits and have them ready in time so I could watch Meet the Press before we headed down to Inwood. Before I started the biscuits, I unloaded the dishwasher and when I was done with that, I took out the trash. Our dumpster is right by our back door, and as soon as I opened the door, I noticed that sitting on top was the stack of CDs that we keep in the pocket right underneath the CD player in our car. On top of the CDs was the face-plate to the CD player. And because SoDak has recently become a rainforest, everything was soaked. So I went running upstairs to wake up Jay, who went to check and make sure nothing else had been taken, and I called the cops. One came by about 10 minutes later, and said that most likely, it was punk high school or college kids, and ours was the 5th call he’d responded to this morning. Stupidly, we haven’t been locking our car doors–False sense of security and all, and you don’t necessarily expect that someone will trespass on your property and into a building on your property, unlocked car doors or not. Luckily, nothing had been taken, and whoever had rifled through our things was likely sending us a message. Punk asses. In a way, I’m glad that we weren’t the only ones it happened to, but at the same time, I’m almost afraid that if these kids come back and find our doors locked, they’ll smash a window or something. But hopefully it doesn’t happen again, and this will be the kick in the butt we need to get the garage door fixed.

In spite of that, we had a nice visit with Jay’s grandmother and other relatives down in Inwood. The bambino took a liking to his cousin Rachel, and his great-uncle, and in spite of only getting about a 45-minute nap, was charming and showing off a little for everyone. All in all, it was a nice day, although I’m glad to be back home.

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For the first time in over a week, the sun’s trying to break through the clouds. It’s amazing how my mood has perked up now that I’ve noticed it.

I’ve gotten the grocery shopping done, and as usual, spent a little more than I was planning. The bambino needed more diapers, and those aren’t cheap. I also stocked up on a few other things for the week. I did make a menu, and didn’t really deviate from my list. We’ll be doing 2 vegetarian nights this week–Tubetti cacio e uova Tuesday, and then broiled polenta with marinara on Thursday. It’ll help stretch the meat we do have out a bit. Tomorrow night’s not quite vegetarian–Soup & sandwiches, but the soup I’m making will have ground beef in it, and I’ll be dusting off the panini maker for some yummy grilled organic cheese. I don’t know if I’ll use the whole wheat bread that we have half a loaf left of, or if I’ll use the whole wheat oat bread I’ve got resting at the moment.

We’ll be heading down to Inwood, Iowa to visit Jay’s grandmother tomorrow morning. It’ll be interesting–His grandmother is a little nuts, but in a good way. She reminds me a bit of my grandma Myra–Very blunt & outspoken, which I like.

My new issue of Everyday Food showed up this afternoon, so I think I’ll flip through that while I wait for the dryer to finish up!

When I was a kid, I always thought the “Pease” in “Pease Porridge Hot” was little-kid-speak for “Please.” Kind of like the bambino’s “Pwease.” It wasn’t until I was older that I learned it really refers to mashed peas. Blech.

I have a weigh-in today, and I’m not exactly looking forward to it, not just because I think I’m slowly creeping upwards on the scale instead of down…It’s a cold, crappy, dreary, rainy day here on the prairie, and since I ended up sleeping on the couch (thank you, recurring insomnia), I’m exhausted and slightly grumpy (although that I blame on my SAD, as I was much more chipper last week when it was sunny). I was just going to do yogurt & granola again for breakfast, but decided the oatmeal would be a little more comforting, and the strawberries would give me some much-needed vitamin C. Plus, I bought steel-cut oats over the weekend, and I’ve been geekily excited about eating them. I have regular rolled oats, but steel-cut oats turn out much creamier. I had to chuckle about the different packaging, though. I picked up Bob’s Red Mill Scottish Oatmeal, mainly because it was on sale. Other than price and the obvious differences in organic vs. conventional, I fail to see any real difference between the Scottish oatmeal, and regular steel-cut oats. The Scottish oatmeal does have fun plaid packaging, and I am a sucker for anything plaid.

It cracks me up a little that this cup of yogurt, and the quarter-cup of granola I added to it are a 5-Points breakfast. I was going to have my oatmeal & strawberries (which are only 4 Points), but I wasn’t sure exactly when I might get around to eating said yogurt, and since I paid $2.50 for it, I’m sure as heck NOT throwing it out. I will say that the Oikos is growing on me, and I like the strawberry version better than I liked the vanilla I had the other day. For one, the tartness of the strawberries mask the tartness of the yogurt (which is one reason I stayed away from yogurt for many many years). For another, it seemed a lot thicker and creamier than the vanilla. One of my coworkers & I were discussing Greek yogurt yesterday, and I happened to bump into her at the store last night–They’d restocked on Chobani, so she’d picked some up. Had I not bought a bunch of Oikos already, I’d’ve picked some up for myself! It’s hard not to like a yogurt company that sends you a birthday card!

I kind of like my mundane Saturday ritual…The bambino & I go to the grocery store, he gets some chocolate milk & crackers to munch while we shop, and I get a cup of coffee so that I don’t maim or bite someone’s head off due to lack of caffeine. I’m thinking that I’m going to have to up my grocery budget if possible, if I’m going to continue buying organic or natural. I can’t wait until the farmers’ market starts up in a couple more months…And we can get our garden up & running. Granted, since this will be our first year attempting a vegetable garden, I’m trying not to have too high of hopes, but if I can at least get some decent tomato soup and/or pasta sauce out of it, I’ll be happy.

I bought a couple containers of Oikos this morning, to give them another try. I think, though, I prefer Chobani, when it comes to Greek yogurt. For one, it’s about 50 cents cheaper than Oikos. And it’s just a hint milder-tasting. I see that Dannon and Yoplait also have Greek-style yogurts out now as well, but I don’t think I’ll be trying them. I’ve read a few online reviews that say they aren’t that good, and I’ve been trying to stay away from as much HFCS as I can. I will say, though, that my Oikos Vanilla tasted pretty good with the Bear Naked Maple Pecan granola I also bought. I usually make my own granola, but I neglected to buy pecans, and I’ve got enough other things to try & accomplish today that I didn’t want to bother.

Jay’s been really nice this week, and treated us to dinners out 3 nights in a row. As such, the only meat that I bought was some Organic Prairie Ground Beef (I had a coupon), and some steaks that the bambino requested (which were on sale). Everything else I got was either to restock the pantry (spaghetti, broth, bananas, potatoes) or necessities (diapers, napkins). Since I haven’t cooked in 4 or 5 days, I can pretty much reuse the menu I made last week. I’ll tweak it a little bit, but I haven’t really cooked since Tuesday night.

I’m planning on maybe getting the laundry done this afternoon, since it looks like we’re going to Sunday dinner with the in-laws tomorrow. That way, I can fix breakfast in the morning (after Meet the Press), and make some bread after we get back.

I’m sure that each department within the bank for which I work, ups and downs occur just as frequently as they do within my department. But it does seem like when bad things happen to the Trust department, they tend to snowball. 2 officers have had parents who’ve had heart attacks. My dad underwent shoulder surgery (again) last week. The worst, though, is what’s happening to one woman’s daughter–She’s pregnant, but without going into too much horrible detail, the baby is suffocating due to fluid build-up in her lungs, and because of a genetic abnormality, is not likely to survive anyway. They’re inducing labor tomorrow, and my heart is just breaking for her. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a mother now myself, or if because the death of an innocent just seems wrong. And it could be because her daughter & I were pregnant at the same time. Her son is exactly a month younger than the bambino, so we compared notes as we both ballooned up. I’m not overly religious, but I have to believe that there’s a reason for it–Why else would someone have to suffer so much pain?

When I sat down to write this blog entry, I was going to do my usual blathering on about my crappy day, and how I’m tired, and other silly nonsense, but it seems so shallow & trivial right now.

Last week when I was home with a sick bambino, I wound up ordering myself more dessert bowls, as well as some juice glasses. He seems to like them, because they’re small enough that he can use them without trouble, and they look just like Mommy’s & Daddy’s glasses. Although the new glasses are very obviously new, because they’re a darker green than the larger and older glasses I’ve had for a couple years now. I suppose every time I have some extra cash and it’s burning a hole in my pocket, I’ll just have to hop online and see what new goodies Pfaltzgraff has for sale.

I went grocery shopping with the bambino this morning, and spent too much, as usual. I figure that if I’m going to start spending $80/week on stuff, I should cook a LOT more at home. And we’ve actually been pretty good about it. There was one evening where I wasn’t remotely hungry at all, so Jay & the bambino ended up having a frozen pizza. And last night, we ended up getting Domino’s, just because pizza sounded REALLY good to me. And I have yet to clean off the dining room table or unload the dishwasher.

The bambino looks more like a little man now than a little kid…He got his 3rd haircut this morning, and while it went marginally better than the last time he got a haircut, he still wigged out a bit and thrashed a bit during the process. I felt less embarrassed this time, as there was another little boy who looked to be a bit younger than the bambino who was also getting his hair cut, and wailing just as much. They seemed to calm down a bit whenever they’d stare at each other, but after about 30 seconds, one or both would start sobbing again. Luckily, I’m not that picky about what his hair looks like at this point in his life…I just don’t want him with a mullet or bangs than hang down to his nose.

I’ve got some sirloins thawed that I’ll be broiling for this evening’s dinner. Tomorrow night I’m stealing a page from The Pioneer Woman, and making both her mac & cheese as well as her BBQ meatballs. I have a feeling that after tomorrow’s Sunday dinner with my in-laws, I’m going to want to gorge myself on comfort food (because I do that in times of stress), and I will follow the mac & cheese and meatballs with as much ice cream as I can cram into one of my new dessert bowls (more than what’s shown in the photo above), drowned in the hot fudge sauce I made last week. Plus, I’ve been using this week as an excuse to pig out on any, all & everything, since we had a week off from Weight Watchers. Next weigh in is this coming Wednesday, and I should probably curb my appetite so that I don’t do too much damage. I have 15 pounds to lose before I reach my goal weight, and only 17 weeks in which to lose them. I need to get crackin’. I also probably need to stay away from The Pioneer Woman’s website.