Last night after Dale and I did the dinner dance for longer than my meager patience could handle, we threw some fish sticks and curly fries in the oven and called it a meal. Yes, I've been out of elementary school for more than a decade and I ate fish sticks for dinner. Not even upscale, wild-caught fish sticks - nope, these are yellow-bag more-breading-than-fish. sticks. Craptastic. Sometimes, this is how I avoid going apeshit.
Afterward I needed to get out of my garbage mood and decided to make cookies. Obviously. I used the Ghirardelli Triple Chocolate mix [oh Costco, how I love thee!] and a quarter pound of Kerrygold butter. Y'know, on a whim; also because I have no restraint when I shop at Costco and no idea what do with a spare 3 pounds of Irish butter. But the cookies turned out delicious, and my furiousity died down enough that I was able to enjoy an evening of Masterchef with Dale.
And so now we're at today, which was alright, really. I was running late for work because I stopped to pick the lilies in the pic above from my garden, and I can think of worse reasons to be late. I was a little over-zealous in my picking and I yanked the bulb out of the ground; I then felt guilty to the plant so I dug around in my ginormous bag for a pocket knife, cut the flowers the right way, and tucked the bulb back into its bed. Today while I enjoyed these beauties on my desk, I was wishing good thoughts for my plant and its full recovery.
I also was congratulating myself on my forethought for bringing cookies to speed up a dragging afternoon. :)
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Clockwise from top left: pulled pork and roasted broccoli for dinner Saturday; a ghost pepper plant; mama duck leading her babies through our sub; hanging on the patio with Ally; breakfast of blueberries with sour cream and brown sugar; laying out on Sunday.
This weekend has been an exercise in the best kind of lazy self-care. Dale has been working over 60hr a week lately and he has been so beat. We really soaked up the opportunity to relax around the house and catch up on some sleep... my poor guy got in over 16 hours of sleep Friday night into Saturday. It was nice to see him snuggled up on the couch with the dogs, and I took the time to catch some sun and watch some movies on demand. :)
The coming week doesn't have much of anything exciting in store for us. We are in a tight spot budget-wise right now, so the plan is to keep it cheap with lots of dinners at home and maybe some trips to the state park after work. Hopefully the weather holds out!
Of course I have to wish my dad a happy fathers' day, even though odds are he we will never read this. I am so blessed to have the most incredible parents ever, and I am so thankful for my dad. He is one of the most awesome, unique people I know. My dad has taught me to treasure the little things, the every day things. He's introduced me to amazing music, cribbage, muscle cars, and flea markets. Even though I am almost 26 and have lived with Dale for over 3 years, my dad still changes my oil every 2500 miles, and writes my sticker for under because he knows I will procrastinate. I have gained so much from him, and I love when I can give back a little and teach him tricks on the computer. I love you so much, Dad.