We played Wii bowling for a little while and watched Top Model. One of the girls on there (that was considered a "plus size" model and they told her to lose weight) looked like she weighed about 105 lbs. I felt like quite the elephant. I hate that bloody show.
He wanted to go to the Y to work out but I forgot my work out clothes like a dumb ass and he didn't want to be wearing work out clothes when I wore jeans. Pretty common thing - I know when a bunch of us girls hang out if one of us is extremely dressed up (or in pajamas) we feel left out and stupid. I caved and convinced him to walk around Mayfair (he started hating the Loop for some reason). We walked from Starbucks to the movie theater and back around the other side. Had to stop in Swoozie's, play with stuff, and piss off the chicks that work there. He wasn't particularly excited about choosing lunch and wanted me to pick a place but I insisted it was his birthday so its his choice. 9 years later he tells me he wants Mama Fu's. We got a large order of potstickers (I only ate two of those deliciously fried pieces of Satan), some tofu pad thai and chicken lo mein for him. My pad thai was alright... having the real thing in Thailand has a way of spoiling a person. After lunch we went to Target to sniff around and mess with stuff.
In addition to being extremely outgoing, my client LOVES to please people and be a "helper." We tried on purses together, floppy beach hats, and then went in search for a good sports bra for me (when we go to the Y on Tuesday). Found one for $16.99 that had a built in bra and seemed like it would control the girls pretty well. D picked out a work out shirt (after asking permission from his mom) that was navy blue/black. Looked very comfortable considering he had been wearing a pajama shirt to work out in. We walked around some more, I grabbed Target brand Lavender detergent because I am le poor, and headed home. Helped his mom peel/chop potatoes for dinner, played Wii bowling (I bowled a 1600!), and I peaced out (after getting a hug).
Met Jenn at Harris Teeter to find some food on sale. They had trout and some other type of fish I have never caught nor cooked so it scared me. We got some chicken breast tender things on sale for $5 and a bottle of dry red wine (I wanted some resveratrol after reading the article in chiropractor's office that morning). I got on a small cleaning rampage at my apartment; Jenn poured a glass of wine and read my cookbook out on the porch out of harm's way. She finally made me calm the hell down, get a glass and come outside to relax.
How do I describe yesterday's weather? Let's just say for the first day of spring for once nature didn't @#$%^& it up.
Dinner was yummy. Made an Italian marinade for the tenders, steamed some broccoli/carrots and caramelized red onion (finally made those correctly - I hadn't been using enough oil before because I'm a Jew and olive oil is $$$). Jenn brought over her famous salad that had all sorts of yummies in it. I sprinkled some feta on the chicken because hello everyone loves feta.
We cleaned up the kitchen (aka throw everything in the sink) and played Little Big Planet until 1-ish when we decided we were too old and too tired to stay up this late and she went home. I dicked around on Farmville and other Zynga games until I too gave up and went to sleep.
I woke up promptly at 9:38 am feeling as though I slept till Monday. Oh well.
---> Dream insert --->
Last night bordered on awesome/horror/weird as usual.
I dreamed I was in a movie with some other person at an apartment waiting on a friend to call. They weren't home so I left their number on a HUGE sheet of paper beside their door (like 4ft by 2ft). Before we left I had an inkling this was a terrible idea to splay their number to all of the other creepers in this ghetto neighborhood so I trekked back up the stairs to retrieve it. Somewhere in this process the bad guy showed up because I remember sprouting huge wings and diving off of the 4th story railing to try to fly away. Running + Panicking in a dream = you not going anywhere. I hot wired a truck in the parking lot and tore ass down the street. I remember it was Hwy 74 and we were headed anywhere, as fast as I could drive, just to get away from this creeper. We stopped on the side of the road because I saw a mama dog and her puppies in the middle of traffic. Naturally I flew out of the car and sprinted towards them. More weird shit happened here - aggressive dogs came up from behind the car and tried to eat us. Once again we threw our crap in the car and peaced out. Don't remember what happened other than getting to a resort type place and being locked in a room with some crazies. There was a little girl that kept building bombs in these small cubes. The dream pretty much went to shit here and turned into a Saw-like movie. Each of us were locked in a different room with traps. I did the hover-around-not-really-in-your-body-but-watching-what's-going-on thing and some girl had to electrocute herself in water, someone else blew up, someone else had to figure out a way to cut their hair given nothing but blood (thank you Hollywood). I remember having a bomb in my room and the ghetto in me kicked in and I jumped straight out the window. Don't remember much more.
---> Food from Yesterday --->
Y Breakfast: Blueberry Cottage Cheese Double
Y Lunch: 2 potstickers and tofu pad thai
Y Snack: Laughing Cow Light Swiss, pita chips and Parmesan Wheat Thins
Y Dinner: Italian chicken tenders with caramelized onions + feta, steamed broccoli/carrots, mixed green salad, bottle of dry red wine
Y Dessert: handful of yogurt covered pretzels
