Day five of the first full work week since the holidays. Is it safe to say we’ve made it?
Thanks for letting me know I’m not *completely* crazy for my obsessive ways with General Tsao. Sounds like quite a few of you are getting hot and heavy in the kitchen these days…
Being so wrapped up in my latest food craze, I was not able to mention my little adventure the other night when the electricity went off in my apartment. The entire building, actually. Of course we would be the only building out of the whole complex to deal with the issue.
This has happened before in the summer (things got heated real quick), but I was a little nervous as the lights flickered and finally everything went dark right before bed.
Plus, I was midstream in the bathroom.
Lucky girl, let me tell ya.
I’ve dealt with heat going out in my apartment before in college. Some of my roommates had space heaters and we made it work. For two weeks (grrrr).
But to lose everything? How long is it going to be like this? How long will my apartment stay warm? These are all valid questions because I’m oblivious to how such things go. Guess I should have called Leah for such advice considering her landlords sound horrific.
Instead, I called the electric company and they gave me an estimated time of 2 hours. This really meant nothing. All I knew was it was cold and my heat was not working. So I texted Mon for assurance.
Me: I just called and they said 2 hours. It won’t get that cold, right? I have blankets…
Mon: Crimony. Well if you get too cold then come on over. Don’t worry about waking me up, k?
Me: Ok thanks! I guess I’m going to bed now out of sheer boredom. Goodnight- I’m gonna go grab a hoodie!
Mon: Yeah right, you’re probably going to the gym.
Me: Ok, that’s actually not a bad idea if I wake up and my toes are freezing off. It’ll be warm there.
Mon: Oh holy moses. You would. That or the grocery store.
Me: Ahahaha… me and the late night crazies at Walmart!
Mon: Ewww. I’d have to be drunk.
Me: Well if you wait long enough, the bottle of wine in my pantry will be chilled soon…
Mon: That isn’t comforting.
Luckily, power was restored in a little over an hour. A sigh of relief. Because this was something that would not make me pleasant to deal with.
Another thing I don’t do well with?
Pistachios. (Like that transition? Yeah, me too.)
I never ate them until maybe a year or two ago. What’s the point? It’s like shelled peanuts. You have to work way too hard. A serving is a little less than 50 pistachios. Do you know how long it would take to actually eat that many? Ugh.
One of the last gifts staff received and hoarded was a whole tin of them.Yep. Hoarding. And eating daily.
To justify this, I fired up the Google. According to Lance Armstrong’s humble little website, pistachios help decrease bad cholesterol and are rich in antioxidants.
However, even as one of the lower calorie nuts, they’re still a nut. Which still means they’re somewhat high in calorie and fat content. Eat in moderation. And possibly share.
You know who else likes pistachios?(Source)
Well at least I know I’m in good company.
Although I bet I’m more willing to share my pistachios than she is.
Speaking of, I hung out with my neighbor Bailey last night. We hadn’t caught up with each other since New Years, so she invited me over to do that and… wait for it…
Watch the first episode of the new season of Jersey Shore.
Yep. Please don’t judge. It’s the one reality show I’m semi-hooked to. Last night was an hour-long train wreck. For real.
Every Thursday is spent watching and saying, “I have no idea why I am watching this”.
But then again, I do feel pretty good about myself after the show is over.
Whatever helps me sleep at night, right?