Time to start the work-week. Whoo-hoo. After being gone all last week, I’m just trying not to think of the absolutely ridiculous amount of tasks that have piled up in my absence. I do like being the only person responsible for my job (note — does not play well with others 🙂 ), but when I am gone, I find myself truly wishing that there was someone to pick up the slack. I have three MH pod people leaving this week and another the following. I just hope that I can get all my stuff together to make that all a success. Of course I will, because I am 100% MHDP and I don’t take no quack from no one. 😀
The weekend ended up being pretty good, even though I still felt kind of sicky-poo. On Saturday, I pretty much just laid around, feeling pretty stir-crazy. On Sunday, I woke up feeling better. I got up at my normal time (aka, with the roosters) and managed to stay up until 8:00 a.m. I did end up taking a nap, because my morning activities of doing laundry, cleaning the kitchen, and intense web-surfing left me totally wiped. I woke up around 11:00 a.m. ready to take on the day, though.
I simply had to get out of the house at this point. I had been cooped up pretty much since the previous Sunday, other than a miserable and pathetic (and unsuccessful) attempt to drag myself to work middle of last week. I had been doing nothing but sleeping, eating soup, and watching bits and pieces of TV (where I would undoubtedly fall asleep on the couch after 15 minutes).
I rousted Dr. Love out of his computer geek reverie (he just picked up a bunch of new toys) and we headed out on the town. I was itching to spend some money get out and do something, so we hit a local thrift store. I was in the market for some kick-around-in sweatshirts and maybe some new shoes, but we didn’t find anything worthwhile, other than a new briefcase for Dr. Love’s new-found techie tools and some hedge trimmers. It was fun though — I do love to poke around thrift stores and junk shops. This trip really made me yearn for a trip to visit Dr. Love’s parents — middle-of-nowhere Missouri really does have some of the best junk/thrift/antique shops to go through.
From the thrift store, we went to Walmart to pick up a few things. We managed to find some parts that may or may not fix our ancient (mauve-ish pink-ish) toilet that won’t flush properly and some more techie stuff for Dr. Love. I have also been craving some homemade chicken tortilla soup, so we bought the stuff for that, along with some miscellaneous goodies. Really had to steer Dr. Love away from the Halloween candy!!
I was really pooped by the time we were loading everything into the car, feeling also somewhat in foul humor due to the rising costs of frozen treats ($5 for my favorite Skinny Cow mint ice cream sandwiches — what the quack, mate?). When we got out to the car, Dr. Love was trying to cheer me up and I thought he was kidding around when he said that my car was listing to one side. Upon closer inspection, however, we found that a rather large nail had gone through my tire.
The genius spirit within us, however, led us to the Walmart tire and lube shop, where they told us in no uncertain terms that it would be “dangerous” and “against policy” for them to repair our tire. This really makes no sense, as it was in the middle of the tread, but they threw the donut on for us, which is still what’s on right now. I am going to have to make a trip to the local tire place where I originally bought them to see if they can fix it, and, if not, they can replace it because they’re still under warranty. Sometimes the beauty of living in a place where you can go to an independent local business really has it’s perks, although it’s a pain in the bootie because they’re only open 8-5 during the week. At least the donut is on for now and that will at least get me through my Monday.
On the way home, I felt totally exhausted and icky. I have pulled a muscle in my chest area due to ridiculous coughing spells, and every bump on the way home was torture. When we pulled up, I immediately ran into the house and took some ibuprofen. I realize it sounds silly to take a pain-killer for what sounds like such a minor thing, but when you’re coughing every five minutes, it just doesn’t do to have killer pain all over your upper torso.
I felt better within about thirty minutes and, as much as I enjoyed our venture into the outside world, it felt good to come home, too. I find that a bit strange, considering how much time I’d spent at home in the past week, but I pass it off to still feeling a bit sickly.
I love nothing more than cooking up a bunch of stuff on Sundays to last the week, so I whipped up a double recipe of mini cheddar meatloaves (a Weight Watchers recipe that’s really oh-so-sinfully good, yet healthy), a big batch of chicken tortilla soup (another Weight Watcher’s recipe, still sinfully good, yet healthy), and made up a bunch of celery with PB for the work week. I had about 3/4 of a package of Velveeta left over from making my soup, and, of course, Dr. Love kind of whined about maybe wanting some cheese dip, so I also whipped up some queso and put it in the crock pot. That man does love his cheese dip — totally reminds me of the Big Dog.
The soup turned out fabulous and it felt really good to have a bunch of healthy stuff cooked up for the week, especially since I know this week may be trying at work, what with all of my time out of the office. That and Dr. Love was very appreciative, mentioning how he survived off jail food and sandwiches for his brief period of bachelor-dom between living at home and meeting me. So appreciative, in fact, that he helped do all of the clean-up from the kitchen mess I made with all the cooking.
I have really been grooving on some good music lately, and can’t help but mention my favorite radio station, KKJO 105.5. They play the best music, especially on the weekends when they do “all 80’s.” I rocked out to it all yesterday while cooking and it really puts me in good spirits. In addition to the fabulous weekend 80’s music, they play “no-repeat work-days” Monday thru Friday, where, duh, they dont’ repeat any songs from 9-5 during the work day. Simply amazing and it makes me sad that I can’t listen to it at work, because the station is out of St. Joe, MO, and the reception doesn’t reach into the cinderblock prison walls.
P.S. — if anyone wants the recipe to the mini meatloaves or the chicken tortilla soup, feel free to email me @ RosieSmrtiePants@cox.net
Dexy’s Midnight Runners, Come On Eileen