I've been craving pizza ever since I had to order some and not eat it. We needed the box for the film challenge for a scene we were filming that night. And we needed the pizza for a scene we would film later.
On Tuesday and Thursday, both days that Ben works, I toyed with the idea of ordering one. I went to Pizza Hut's website. Designed my pizza. But I didn't order it for some reason. Maybe I was too lazy to go pick it up and too cheap to have it delivered. More likely it was because I know I shouldn't be spending money blah blah blah.
Last night, I made myself a deal. I decided that if I got up early-- when Ben got up to go to work at 9-- and did some of the things I needed to do around the house, I would allow myself to splurge on a pizza. I have coupons, after all. Plus, they are having a $10 any pizza, any size, any toppings deal right now. So, I would get up early, do some house work, write some thank yous, and get to order my pizza.
I told Ben, "Wake me up when you get up." And he did. And then he asked, "Are you sure you don't want to keep sleeping? It's so early. If I didn't have to go to work I'd sleep until 11." And dammit, that just planted the seed. Not that I'm blaming him at all, because let's face it, I would have stayed in bed anyway. But... I did get out of bed to say goodbye! And I didn't even sleep until 11. Only 10 something.
But... I didn't keep up with my end of the deal that I made with myself. :(
Fuck it. I still ordered pizza. BOO-YEAH!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
thinkies
I hate when opera plays on the classical music radio station. I realize that singing operatically takes a lot of talent, but I feel like I can do a pretty spot-on impression with absolutely no opera training. It just sounds fake and goofy and I'd rather hear violins. Yes, this somewhat-cellist is saying she'd rather hear violins. VIOLINS! That's saying something.
I also hate when people take three minutes to cross the street. It's one thing if you are old. I don't mind that. But when you are young, and just taking your sweet time to hustle your bustle, I think you've probably forgotten that I'm driving a car and could crush your body with it if I was impatient enough.
Last night, I made broccoli soup. I started by making vegetable stock, so the whole soup was really homemade. Unfortunately, when I had planned to make supper be soup and grilled cheese, I didn't realize that the recipe I had was for just broccoli soup and not broccoli cheese soup. This was worrisome for me because Ben is not a huge fan of any soup, but especially not brothy soup. But I had already decided to make it, so I went ahead making stock and then soup. It turned out pretty good, and Ben liked it. He gave me a back rub for doing dishes and making supper. If only everyone were that appreciative when I gave them food!
I painted my nails last night. It's been years since I've painted my own fingernails. I didn't do too poor of a job, but it's not perfect. They are green. And then I accidentally dropped the brush and it landed on Brody's head... oops. I got most of it out with some soap and water. He wasn't too pleased, but he forgave me. And he didn't even notice the nail polish, so that's good.
Speaking of Brody, the other day when I was sure my period would be starting at any moment, I didn't feel like going into the bathroom to see if it had started yet, so I just peeked into my underwear. I looked up and Brody was sitting on the bed staring at me with wide eyes. Awkward.
I guess I "lost" my nanny job. The husband started having seizures every week and cannot travel, so the wife isn't going to travel either. I am sad about it. After his first seizure, he hadn't had one in six or seven months... I hope everything is okay. He loves his little boy a lot and I'd hate for Spencer to grow up without his daddy.
The film challenge is this weekend. It is going to be a challenge because I work every day of it. I did call off Saturday, but she accidentally gave me last Saturday off instead of this one, and then no one could work my shift. But I did get someone to cover the first three hours of it, thank God. I guess I should have just called off Friday, too. Oh well.
I also hate when people take three minutes to cross the street. It's one thing if you are old. I don't mind that. But when you are young, and just taking your sweet time to hustle your bustle, I think you've probably forgotten that I'm driving a car and could crush your body with it if I was impatient enough.
Last night, I made broccoli soup. I started by making vegetable stock, so the whole soup was really homemade. Unfortunately, when I had planned to make supper be soup and grilled cheese, I didn't realize that the recipe I had was for just broccoli soup and not broccoli cheese soup. This was worrisome for me because Ben is not a huge fan of any soup, but especially not brothy soup. But I had already decided to make it, so I went ahead making stock and then soup. It turned out pretty good, and Ben liked it. He gave me a back rub for doing dishes and making supper. If only everyone were that appreciative when I gave them food!
I painted my nails last night. It's been years since I've painted my own fingernails. I didn't do too poor of a job, but it's not perfect. They are green. And then I accidentally dropped the brush and it landed on Brody's head... oops. I got most of it out with some soap and water. He wasn't too pleased, but he forgave me. And he didn't even notice the nail polish, so that's good.
Speaking of Brody, the other day when I was sure my period would be starting at any moment, I didn't feel like going into the bathroom to see if it had started yet, so I just peeked into my underwear. I looked up and Brody was sitting on the bed staring at me with wide eyes. Awkward.
I guess I "lost" my nanny job. The husband started having seizures every week and cannot travel, so the wife isn't going to travel either. I am sad about it. After his first seizure, he hadn't had one in six or seven months... I hope everything is okay. He loves his little boy a lot and I'd hate for Spencer to grow up without his daddy.
The film challenge is this weekend. It is going to be a challenge because I work every day of it. I did call off Saturday, but she accidentally gave me last Saturday off instead of this one, and then no one could work my shift. But I did get someone to cover the first three hours of it, thank God. I guess I should have just called off Friday, too. Oh well.
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