April 4, 2011

It’s 6pm and I’m here instead of there….

  • I started making dinner, and half way through, I changed my mind and decided to make something else.  I think this is going to be a problem, because I don’t know what the something else is exactly, I just know that the original plan suddenly sounded gross.
  • Last weekend it snowed. This weekend it’s a balmy 79 degrees outside and we’re in flip flops.
  • I had a realization in regards to my house this weekend. I’ve been living here saying “I’m only staying until Tad is 10,” and so I haven’t done anything to make the house work for us. Except that I realized that life doesn’t happen the way I want it to 98% of the time, so I should probably start settling us in because we’re going to be here awhile…. and even if we do get to move when he’s 10, does that mean I should hate my house for the next three years? No. THEREFORE: I need to adjust accordingly.
  • My house is tall and narrow. No really, I measured the interior walls, and my house is 15 feet wide, and 45 feet deep. Awkward living arrangements: I have some.
  • What would you do with a chopped onion, two bell peppers, garlic, and chicken? *NOTE* It’s already all chopped up in a pot together.
  • I’ve been going to bed by 10pm for like, three weeks now. I just wanted to put that out there.
  • I think our dinner is going to be gross. Peanut butter and jelly here we come.