Don’t shop hungry

I had a list. I stuck mostly to it.

Here’s some of what I got, some on the list, some not. You can tell I’m doing WW because none of it is all that horible. I won’t say which was impulse and which was on the list. I should also mention I’m making baked macaroni and cheese tonight.

• Brown rice sushi
• Lite Hershey’s syrup
• Cottage Cheese (singles)
• White Cheddar Popcorn Cakes
• Baby carrots
• Green bananas
• Frozen brussel sprouts
• Microwave popcorn
• Better than Bouillon (mushroom)
• Better than Bouillon (vegetable)
• American cheese
• Cheddar cheese
• Reduced-fat Parmesan cheese
• Whole Wheat elbow macaroni
• Evaporated milk
• Nutmeg
• Apples
• Marshmallow Creme

Seeing it all written out makes me feel better. I also had several samples. I had to get myself out of there pretty quick. Especially that “snack aisle.”

Guac-a-mo-lay!

I finally made my appointment to see a dermatologist. Another one of those doctors I’ve never seen. Like ever.  Must be the summer of getting that stuff done.

I didn’t see the actual dermatologist, but his assistant person.  (Sorry…don’t know what her title is). The nurse asked me a few questions about what and where I was concerned. She left and the assistant (geez…what is her title?!) came back with her very quickly.

She looked at the moles I had pointed out, then did her own search. She said there were 2 she thought needed to come off, the other was more out of convenience. She numbed me (on the spot) and shaved them off right then and there.  I guess she put them in those little vial things. I kept my eyes closed most of the time.

The one under my arm (in the pit) kinda hurt a bit when she took it off and kinda hurts now. I don’t know if it’s because of where it is (in the fold) or because it wasn’t totally numb. It’s pretty bothersome right now. And also, I sweat (how can you not when it’s 800 degrees outside?!), and I’m sure the sweat is getting into it.

They’ll call in a week or so to let me know what the thought is. She didn’t look at me and go “OMG, WTF is that?!” so that’s pretty good. Actually she was pretty dead-pan about it. Didn’t scare me, but didn’t give me full confidence that all was fine. The one on my chest she seemed fine with, though.

The other two–one was black; the other half brown, half black.

So, not much to report, really. Just an update. I was nervous going in, but I’m glad to have those things off.

Besides, scars are cool.

My new crack

Dad’s doing a stained glass class. He’s done several of them, and keeps going back for more. He’s made some really awesome pieces. He says it’s like a crack addiction. He’s always thinking of what he’ll do next (i.e. where he’ll get his next fix).  During the week he looks forward to Saturday, when he’ll be at the class.

That’s me and the sock knitting (sorta). I went to the second part of my lesson today. Turns out I flipped something around and basically did it inside out. There’s a small ridge that should be on the inside. Whatever. It’s a sock. It’s my first sock. I’m okay with it. Yes, a bit disappointed, but overall, meh, whatever.

As I was driving to Central Market today, I kept thinking about getting home and working on my knitting. I have to take breaks to rest my eyes and to rest my hands and fingers, but I do keep coming back to it.  I clean some, move stuff around, check my email, then do a few rounds of knitting. I’ll do a few rounds, then start the dishwasher, sweep the kitchen, then come back for more. I have to see what happens next.

i think I like doing the socks so much because results are quickly seen.   When working on a scarf or pillow front or blanket, it’s hard to see the progress. It’s just the same thing over and over–which i like. Repetition is good for watching TV or while being the passenger in the car or while watching Weeds (!!). I don’t have to have the pattern right in front of me all the time. But working on this sock (alone) has been kinda fun. Interesting to watch it form.  It’s similar things over and over…but slightly different.

My mistake means I have to purposely “mess up” on the other sock, so they match. And like a crack addict thinking of where she’ll get her next fix, I’m already thinking of who I could make socks for next. Or what color I’ll make for myself next.

Or now that I can handle the double-pointed needles (that’s DPN, for those in the know), what else can I make? I shied away from them for so long and now I have some. I might as well use them!

My new fridge!

So I got my new fridge today. It’s awesome! I’m so grown-up–new appliances are exciting!!

See, I had my parents’ old fridge. When I say old, I mean old.

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Remember those label makers in which you had to pull the little plastic lever on the colored plastic? And you’d turn the dial to pick the letters?

Similar to this, but older:

Anyway, there was a label on there I had written, probably in 6th grade or earlier. It said “HI MOM I LOVE YOU” in its block letters.  (The picture didn’t come out well).

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And we used it for the “beer fridge” in the back. It didn’t have any drawers, didn’t have all the shelves, didn’t have all the front of shelves for the door.

It worked though. Worked (pretty) well. Sometimes ice disappeared. I had to use my own trays, but I’d put the ice in a bowl and if it was close to the door, it would disappear. Didn’t even look like it melted–there was no sign of meltage.  Just a quick melt and evap, I suppose.

The front was discolored. It had rust stains on it. It had odd stains on the side.

It worked. For a while. Up until a few hours ago, it worked.

Sears came today to haul the thing away.  Gone off to destroy more of the ozone as it decomposes in a dump somewhere.

So my new fridge is pure awesome. Energy Star, ice maker, water dispenser…it’s so very exciting.

I even have a St. Anthony magnet, purposely upside down (to bring luck in love):

St. Anthony, upside down

I’ve already got some beer in it. And coke zero. And even milk. So come on over! There’s something for everyone!

Be my friend?

I’m on goodreads. I’m on it mainly to record what I’ve read, to see what some of my friends are reading or have read. To see what other people think of the same books that I’ve read.  Why did she like the book I hated? Why did he hate the book I loved?

Like all the good websites, you request “friends.” I understand the appeal of having a million friends on myspace.  I mean, I understand it to an extent. (Think about where I work to know why I get it)  I don’t understand the need to have lots of friends on goodreads. On goodreads, people!

I just recorded my thoughts on “When you are engulfed in flames” (loved it). I guess there’s a “recently posted” thing or something because immediately I had a friend request from some random guy in some random place.

That, that my friends, I don’t get.

Dilations

Went to the eye doctor today. For the first time…ever? I know I’ve been to “check for lisch nodules,” but never to actually check my eyes.

They’re pretty good. Doc said I could get glasses if I felt like I needed them, but I’m right on the edge. It’s more of a prescription of nuisance, she said.

I did have to get my eyes dilated, though. Now that’s a weird thing. Wait, speaking of weird things, the air puff? Yeah, weird. Scared me. Made my palms sweat.

I also got to do this thing, “think of it as a video game,” where I had to click a little joy stick when I saw a little flashing light. I had that same nervousness I had when they did the hearing screening at school. Wait? was that a beep? Should I raise my hand? What if I raise it when there’s not really a sound and then they think I’m crazy? What if I miss one because I sneezed and then they think I can’t hear? … Same thing today. Was that a flash? Wait. I think I missed one. Will they think I need glasses? Wait. She talked and I missed one…

Back to the dilation. She put the burning stuff in my eye and then said I could go read in the waiting room. I was able to totally complete the People magazine crossword puzzle and then things got really blurry up close. I felt like my dad, putting things as far out as I could in order to read it. All I could do was sit there. Talked to the receptionist some.

I came home and turned off all the lights. My eyes and head still hurt a little bit.

Here’s my eye, all dilated and stuff.

Yes, dilated and red.

Fresh veggies. Fresh eggs. Like FRESH

So after reading Michael Pollan’s “In Defense of Food,” I became more interested in CSA’s (Community Supported Agriculture). I know several people who do it and have thought about it in the past. I love surprises, and like the idea of being surprised what’s in the box this week. Surely there will be things I never would have bought myself, but things that will be fun to try.

Things like patty pan squash:

patty pan squash

And okra:

okra and zuchinni

And lots of tomatoes:

'Maters!

I also got fresh eggs. Amazing how different the coloring is. And the shell, too. The shell coloring is different, but the shell also feels different. The coloring of the yolk is different, too. It’s more of a deep golden yellow.

Yesterday, I made an egg scramble thing with onions and peppers and yellow squash and tomatoes and eggs. It was delicious!

I’m really looking forward to trying all sorts of new things.

Here is a picture of all the stuff.

New Doctor

The new doctor I’m going to is a dermatologist. Twice I’ve had 2 different people (or more?) comment about a mole on my shoulder. I have a scary-looking one on my chest, between the girls, as well. There are a couple that I know of that concern me. And a couple that are just there, that don’t seem to change much. And maybe some that I think are nothing. And maybe some I don’t even see.

PA said “don’t borrow trouble,” so I’m trying not to, but there is always that thought in the back of your mind.

Surely I’ll keep you posted.

Let me sleep

Also, there’s not much left to my summer. I’ve totally taken advantage of my sleeping in capabilities.

Got some random “unknown” call this morning, no message.

And one from my (new) doctor’s office confirming my appointment. Glad they do that, but seriously, people.

Now I’ll have to take a nap or something! Jeez.

first week…boo

The first week of WW is always supposed to be a big loss. Your body getting used to the good stuff, letting go of lots of water, all that.

Wasn’t so good for me. Yes, it was a loss. But less than a pound. Disappointed in that, but whatever. I guess the sodium-rich soup and 2 beers last night at dinner probably didn’t help much. But I was really craving Tom Kha. And you just have to have beer with that. So, I had to do it.

At least it’s down a little bit.