i need to start taking food pics again.
last night we made breaded eggplant and pasta with homemade sauce.
rodney offered to help do anything, and as it’s been a while since i’ve had a sous chef, it was hard for me to delegate, but i managed. he shredded the parm and beat the eggs and dredged the eggplant while i worked on other stuff.
i pulled out the linguine and asked if that was preferred to angel hair, but he said he liked angel hair better. i said i didn’t really care about straight pasta but definitely have an opinion on shaped pasta. he asked what my favorite shape was. i said, “orecchiette.” he said, “LITTLE EARS?! get out of here.”
so, yea. another thing we have in common that seems completely irrelevant until we discover it and then i get goosebumps thinking about it later.
i had combo stress dreams about having to learn a new CMS and playing super mario world but everything was in japanese. rodney didn’t sleep well last night, either. maybe there’s something in the air.
we’ve been having a good time of life and things continue to be pretty amazing.
hopefully, this weekend, lance can come over and help me with the material list for the deck and a plan of attack for fixing it.
rodney needed to stock up on drank for at home, and had planned on just running down the street to seversin’s. at the last minute, he said he was gunna go to woodman’s instead. i thought nothing of it cuz i was busy trying to impress with gwenny’s rotisserie style chicken.
while i was hanging in the kitchen, chopping up veggies and such, i wondered what was taking so long. upon his return, he surprised me with a gorgeous bouquet of roses.
it’s nice to be surprised.
it’s been a while since i’ve dreamed about the doll factory, but last night it felt like it went on and on for hours. i remember zipper, skip and kelly making an appearance, and there was a lot of walking around the cube farm trying to find people… except, of course, it wasn’t the same layout or people. i remember waking up, feeling relieved and a little irritated.
i’m so glad i don’t work there anymore.
and just like that, the summer is speeding right by me again.
after a bit of an incident on wednesday night, i worked from home on friday, hoping a friend could come over and take a look.
the head fireman was dumbfounded because there was no trace of the smoke bucket that had been housing cigarettes since matt lived here.
but, since there hadn’t been any rain for a week and a half, things were very very dry. we were just about to head to bed and thankfully, the neighbors were out back with their dogs and came pounding on the door after they called 911.
i’m glad no one was hurt and it seems like it’ll be okay to fix. lance didn’t sound too bad after he took a look.
so friday, i worked, we played pool on the newly-felted tables at wilson’s, saturday was the usual. we were going to head to the fete, but it was raining when we finished brunch, so we didn’t. cool story, bro!
sunday was lazy; r had his daughter’s 10th birthday party to go to, so i stayed home and made my lunches and dozed on the couch.
after seeing yesterday that i can take my bp down 10+ points by relaxing and breathing, i’ve been trying to be a lot more mindful of my stress level and what triggers it, at work specifically.
i know that i get triggered by notifications and the red circled number next to my email app icon and notifications from the inter-office chat program, so i’ve decided that i need to exit those two applications when i want to focus and get something done.
i need to stop feeling like i have to address every little thing the second it blinks or beeps for my attention.
i had my follow up appointment this morning so i drove and got there extra early so i could relax (hah!) in the waiting room. the nurse was running 20 minutes late, so i “relaxed” for 35 minutes.
the first reading was pretty high (but not as high as the last appt.) after we had been gabbing for a bit. she asked to take another reading after i told her about my anti-stress buzzy thing and how it reminds me to breathe slowly and fully. i got both numbers down 5-6 points, so we tried one more time after another five-minute break and i almost started crying because i was picturing merle and nora cuddling on the couch. after the reading, with which we were both pleased, she asked me why i looked like i was tearing up and i started bawling.
i revealed that i was thinking about my dog and how she was so sweet and calm and that i don’t think i’d really actually mourned her until today.
anyhoo, we determined my blood pressure can elevate because of stress and as long as i can keep it under control with focused breathing and awareness of boi-feedback, i’ll be okay.
but, i’m betting something will need to give.
this morning, rodney said, “i bet you’re happy to have a friday tuesday.” and it took me a minute to realize that today is my friday this week. hopefully, i can sleep in tomorrow instead of popping up and out of bed at 7 am.
last night was another double-header softball, so i hung out at home with the dags. i wasn’t super keen on being at wilson’s by myself, and i needed to eat something cuz my half-burrito-lunch wasn’t enough sustenance.
i’m looking forward to playing pool tonight and tomorrow night and the next night and yadda yadda.
i’ve gotten used to preparing for the times when r gets to hang out with his daughter, i plan ahead, and make sure i can occupy myself with a chore, task, or a crossword (last sunday, i mowed the lawn during softball practice).
i had forgotten to remind him that i had my monthly geek meeting last night (i founded the local wordpress meetup last year) and had to leave him for ~3 hours (which meant no pool). while i thought for 2.5 minutes about skipping and asking a co-worker to handle the setup and intro, i determined that wasn’t a responsible decision, and biked downtown—through concerts on the square traffic—to get to the meetup.
turns out that he, whether he meant to or not, has the same reaction to time away; he vacuumed. and apparently, jones didn’t have much of a problem with it.
he’s a keeper.
rodney is trying really hard to get me to realize my self-worth and appreciate my physical appearance as being beautiful, pretty, sexy, etc. (side note here: matt also did this exhaustively, but gave up because who wants to beat a dead horse for that long?) and last night, he made an observation that he can’t wait until i realize how amazing i am and how exciting it will be for him to witness.
i shockingly asked if i would be able to handle when it happens and he assured me that it wasn’t going to happen all at once.
i think my chest would explode if it did.