Apparently, mid-week storms are the hot new trend in Boston. Who knew? Seriously, I think we’ve had one every week since the start of January. They’re forecasting another 10-16 inches this week. Just another foot to pile on top of the already outrageous snow piles. Is it spring yet?!
We stock up on popcorn and candy like we’re crossing the Sierras, don’t we?
“I’ll have a couple of soft pretzels, a hot dog, milk duds, snocaps. Is that the largest popcorn you’ve got there – that bucket? You don’t have a barrel or anything like that? Do you have a donkey or a pack mule or anything? – Oh, and a Diet Coke.”
Love Ellen. We watched her stand up with an absurd frequency when I was in college. Oh, those were the days.
Making time to take a few mintues this morning to plan out my meals for the week. I’m a lost soul in a grocery store when I’m without a list. Impromptu grocery shopping trips always end with mismatched ingredients, nothing that actually makes a meal and junk food. The staples of course, yogurt, fruits, veggies, etc. always get taken care of, but after that I’m as a loss. Mainly, I’m trying to prevent myself from having to eat mashed potatoes, cottage cheese and carrots for multiple meals this week like I did last week.
So far on the meal creation list:
Sloppy Joes (Call me 10, but they’re probably one of my all-time favorites.) To be accompanied by steamed broccoli or roasted brussels and mushrooms
Stuffed Peppers (I haven’t had these in years and years.) To also be accompanied by either steamed broccoli or roasted brussels/mushrooms.
Carrot & Toasted Cumin Seed Salad. To accompany something tbd.
I have no idea whether this stuff really works or not, but I keep telling myself that it can’t hurt. I really don’t have time to catch this cold that I seem to be on the cusp of. What say you? Think this stuff works?
No really. And I’m not going to lie, it’s kind of nice. My sister, also my roommate, hasn’t spoken a word to me since this past Monday evening after reaming me out for refusing to get back on the T after I’d just gotten home from a 10 hour day at work to run her laptop to her at school. I’m neither an errand runner nor her mother. I can’t seem to figure out why every one on Earth should be expected to bow down to the whims and needs of those who can’t manage to get it all together. And, this isn’t the first time I’ve been asked to drop what I was doing and run her something she’d forgotten. The difference is, this time I said no. That apparently warrants never talking to me again. On the bright side though, this gives me a reason to move into my own apartment sans roommates. Let the hunt begin!