Is it appropriate for a 25-year-old to throw a fit about not getting a snow day yesterday?
No? Fair enough. I didn’t. But considered it on multiple occasions.
And according to Shelby, I’m allowed to complain about it. She did a little research and came up with a guide to complaining about the weather. I dig it.
Plus, it was Tuesday. And since I dislike Tuesdays, I’ll complain just because I can.
Although, I did have a very un-Tuesdayish event occur. Tosh.0 is back on Comedy Central! It made my day. Is anyone else a fan? Is it possible I’ll have something to look forward to on Tuesdays for a while? Yes it is!
Actually, the taste did. But we’ll pretend the colors helped.
I mixed whole wheat pasta, peas, and spinach together (the spinach at the very end after draining so it wouldn’t get too wilted) and topped with marinara and the leftover chicken sausage and red onion I had sautéed for dinner the night before.
My only sadness is the unused red chili pepper flakes. I pulled them out to sprinkle on top, but inhaled the plate before that happened. Maybe that means I didn’t *really* need them.
Doesn’t mean I didn’t want them. (insert pouting)
Most likely, you’ll be seeing me get semi-creative with whole wheat pasta in the near future. Yes, this is the stuff I’ve mentioned before. The expiration is in February. So we’re working on a deadline, folks.
The dinner was just what I needed for a laid back walk on the treadmill. I’m on a walk “kick” after dinner these days. Mostly because I’ve had a lot of energy as of late and can multi-task. It’s when most of my phone conversations happen.
But don’t worry- I’m not rude about it. I try to find times when the only people there are ones that don’t mind (er… friends) or when it’s empty. And if someone walks in, the conversation gets cut short- because I’m not about to be that girl spreading her business around. It amazes me what people will sometimes say on the phone in public. I mean… we can hear you.
This morning I woke up and did a little more of my newest Jillian dvd- No More Trouble Zones. My triceps are not happy about this, but I assume they’ll thank me later when I’m letting them run around naked in the warmer temps (the constant snow dump lets me know this will be a LONG wait). My arms have never been a “trouble spot” for me, but it was quickly realized that they were weak little puppies before my Jillian phase.
I realized at this point, I’m just rambling and should probably end it before it gets weird. Too late? Dang…
Any ideas for my pasta? preferably something that is for only 2-3 servings? I get bored easily…