Staycation Day 1

While I'm technically on vacation today, I slacked this weekend and now need to take a three hour accounting exam and finish discussion questions for another class. I have just two weeks left of school and can't wait to be done. My heart has just not been in this first semester and I am hoping I am a little more committed in the spring. Nevertheless, to work in healthcare you really need a master's degree, so I'm in it for the long run, even if some of the classes are not super exciting.

In other news, yesterday I remembered why I never go out downtown anymore nor indulge in vodka cocktails. Not that anyone twisted my arm to go out on Saturday night. And I did have a fabulous time, but I paid for it yesterday. Like ate a gazillion calories of bad food and never left the couch, let alone brush my hair. Not even drinking 120 ounces of water helped. My friend who, who participated in the fun night with me, was also feeling the effects of a late night, so she came over and we watched seven hours of The Mindy Project, which I have mentioned is my new most favorite show on the planet. Thankfully, I woke up today feeling like myself again.

I have a short to-do list of things I'd like to accomplish this week, which I plan on tackling today and tomorrow, so I can just read and relax the rest of the time.

And I am also going to try and not kill the dog living above me, whose owner apparently likes to put on the apartment balcony so it can freely bark all morning long. One of these days I'll do a post on the inconsiderate person who lives above me and lets her rather large dog run around the apartment at night in addition to barking for hours on end.  Why any apartment complex would rent a third floor apartment to someone with a large pet escapes me.

But first I need to get this school stuff out of the way. 


I was having coffee with a friend earlier this week and she asked how I find time to blog everyday. So I told her my secret: I write the majority of my blog posts using the blogger app on my phone. And usually do so while drinking my morning coffee before getting ready for work. As a result my proofing is less than stellar and I usually end up having to make edits after arriving at work, so if you subscribe by email, you get the early morning version. That being said, I've made it known how I feel about grammar Nazis and make no assertions to be great at copy editing. Perfection is overrated.

In other news, after today I have nine glorious days off for Thanksgiving! With no plans to go anywhere or do much of anything, which means it will be a glorious staycation. I have a couple of small projects to do around my place, but other than that, plan on reading, catching up on Netflix and Hulu, sleeping in, and relaxing. I do plan on working out during the week, but only because I plan on enjoying a decent amount of food and wine on Thanksgiving.

Speaking of Thanksgiving, my friend and I are splitting up the cooking duties on Thanksgiving that we are co-hosting. I'm making the following:

Sausage Sage Dressing with Apples and Cranberries
Chipolte Sweet Potato Casserole
Cranberry Sauce
Watergate Salad
Spoon Corn Bread
Pumpkin Bars
Jalapeno Creamed Corn
Pies (leaning towards apple, pumpkin, and pecan)

The creamed corn recipe wasn't on my original list, but someone brought it my work's Thanksgiving potluck yesterday and it was amazing.

I'll share all the recipes for the above next week.

Have a great weekend y'all.

The Events of Wednesday

Yesterday I woke up with the makings of strep throat, aka white dots on my tonsils. I get strep at least once a year, so I know the drill. I need to wait another day or two to go to a doctor to be tested and get meds, or I will have a false negative test, and end up back at the doctor two days later.

Strep symptoms equals a tired and irritable Kelly. However, I had to suck it up because I had a 12 hour day at the office ahead of me. Yes 12 hour day, because of a board meeting. Not my favorite day of the month.

The day was long and irritating as predicted.

When I got home, I opened my fridge and saw a pie crust box on the top shelf. And remembered I had to make an apple pie for my office's Thanksgiving feast the next day. 

Coincidentally, I also saw an unopened bottle of Pinot Noir sitting in my wine rack as well. I took it as a sign.

A half a bottle later the pie was cooling on top of my stove and I was trying very hard to not cut a piece.

After the second half of the bottle, I decided a test taste was necessary. It was only afterwards it dawned on me I didn't have a roommate, child, or significant to blame this on. I'm just hoping no one notices today when I add my pie to the buffet table.

After said wine I also thought it was a good idea to message my ex. Not the yankee superhero movie obsessed ex, but the rough neck Texan cheating ex. Yes I know he is bad for me, but after a couple glasses of wine that was neither here nor there. It was going really well for three facebook messages, until he read my question, asking when he might be in Austin again... and opted to not respond. I was promptly reminded what a jack ass he is.

Fortunately I had Mindy and her awesome show, The Mindy Project, to keep me company. I love her character on the show. Moments from season one that have happened to me:

A dude pulling on my jeans accidentally and asking what happened to his jeans, because they are too big. Still one of my most awkward stories from my college dorm living days.

Running into a guy I was once set up with by mutual friends, and wasn't into six months ago, but after meeting his younger and much hotter new girlfriend at a holiday party.... shamelessly flirting with him after said girl leaves the room. #classy

Having the math freak me out when I realize my age and the amount of time, at this moment, it's going to take to me to meet a guy, date him, move in with him, get engaged, get married, get pregnant and then have said fictional baby in my head. At this point I'm looking at 36, if I were to meet a stranger on the street today and get hit with cupid's arrow. Yeah, moving along.

Things I also accomplished yesterday: 

Eating 3,133 calories-- 1150 of which were from a bottle of wine- which is apparently 750 calories (thanks my fitness pal)-- and a slice apple pie meant for co-workers. 

Missing boot camp. In my defense my board meeting ran late and I didn't leave the office till 8, and the last class begins at 7:30.

Forgetting to switch the towels from the washing machine to the dryer yet again. They will be getting yet another cycle in the washing machine tonight.

Wearing my skirt backwards almost all day until a coworker pointed it out.

Still not getting to the stack of to do things on my desk.

Not making it to the grocery store- which means going there on my lunch break, so I don't have another double what I should be eating calorie bust today.

And finally, had a wine induced dream that I was some sort of Charlie's Angel type bad ass in London, who met some hot dude while searching a house... who then decided to passionately kiss me. I obviously went with it ... and the next thing I knew I was in a grocery store in London, without said dude, shopping for starfish. Yeah, wine dreams are weird.

In other news, a repeat of yesterday's failed dieting and no exercise will not be repeated.

That is all.