I asked my parents what I should blog about tonight, and they said:

Mom:  You should blog about rubbing my feet!

Dad:  You should talk about how great it is that we have Sabourin Hardware so close to our house.

My mom LOVES getting her feet rubbed (as do I), and she is constantly saying “How come nobody is rubbing my feet?”

I don’t know why my dad mentioned the hardware store.  I don’t know when the last time he was there, or if there’s anything around the house that needs a-fixin.

And so, I’ve blogged about both now, and now here are some random mumblings of my own.

We are all sitting in the living room watching Battlestar Galactica (I’m reading and using the Internet, I finished Eat, Pray, Love - and am about to start the Host), and we’re complaining about how cold it is.  I looked at weather.com, and tell everyone it’s only 3 degrees out.  He whips out his iPhone, and says “3 degrees!”  I say, “I already said that!”  “I was verifying it,” he says.    I guess it’s only 2 degrees in Canton, Ohio where his twin brother lives, and their high for tomorrow is 3 degrees!!  South Hampton, where Megan is, is 41.

We had vegetable pot pie last night, and I was very excited about it.  I’ve found that if it’s before noon our time (5pm Megan time), I can email Megan at work, and if I’m lucky, I’ll get an immediate response.  Today we e-mailed about food:

I made vegetarian pot pie, and dad couldn’t even tell it didn’t have chicken in it!!!  Mom asked me, “Do you miss the chicken?”  And I said “No, I can’t even tell that it’s missing”  and dad said “WHAT?  This doesn’t have chicken in it?  This is vegetarian?  Wow, Larry would love this!”  It was awesome.  I just about doubled the vegetables…. I used a whole cup of frozen peas, 1 1/4 cup fresh carrots, whatever left over mixed frozen veggies we had (they were from before the power went out - tee hee hee) and maybe a cup of frozen green beans.  The rest of the recipe I did exactly the same way.  It was fantastic!!!  Plus, I saved money and calories from not using the chicken.  It was super good.  I know you don’t like me making recipes all the time, but this one is just so freaking good!

Larry is my dad’s best friend (my pretend uncle) that is a vegetarian.  The frozen mixed veggies that were from before the ice storm is a joke because they were in the freezer for over a week when we had no power.  When power went back on, I left them all in there.  I could tell which bags had defrosted, and then refrozen, because they refroze into a big chunk.  I had to slam them on the counter a few times to break them up.  But, we ate them, and no one got sick.

My mom just asked me what I was writing (she can hear that I’m typing quickly), and I said “I’m writing my blog.”  Then she asked what I was writing about, and I said “Well, right now, I’m writing about the veggie pot pie.”  And she said “Why do you think people would want to read about the veggie pot pie?“  And I looked at her, and smiled, and then she smiled, and then we laughed and I said “I don’t know.”  But I’m really writing it because it was a food I made from scratch, and I made it sans meat, and I was proud of myself for making it, and it was delicious. (And plus, I write this blog for myself!  I’m okay with boring my readers about veggie pot pie.)

Whenever I eat cereal, I get down to the end, and I think “Oh no, I’m almost done this bowl of cereal.”  And it actually makes me sad.  I don’t want to be done eating it, because I love eating it so much.  I could have cereal and egg whites for every meal, AND as a snack.  It’s just sooo good.  I never did continue on with the cereal diet.  I think I did it for a few days, but then I figured “Well, it’s really just telling me to have a lunch that is about 300 calories,”  so then I just started making other 300 calorie lunches, like veggie burgers on an English muffin, or chicken salad on an English muffin.  Lately I’ve been making mini pizzas with my English muffins because we have mozzarella cheese to use up (plus tomato sauce is very good for you).  I eat a LOT of English muffins.  I like them a lot better than American muffins, which are just a breakfast-y type of cake.  My English muffins have 8 grams of fiber - that’s why I like them so much.

I forgot to wear my pedometer at the gym today.  I got there and realized I didn’t have it on.  So I’m just going to estimate my number of steps.  I did 4 miles on the elliptical, and then biked 4 miles, and then jogged another mile.  That’s at least 10,000 right there.  Plus all the walking around I did before the gym (I went to City Hall, and the bank).  Stupid Robin and her stupid pedometer.

I just put away a few loads of laundry, and it was 45% socks and underwear, 45% exercise and pajamas (cause they’re both pretty much the same clothes), and then 10% real clothes.  That’s sad. (but it made it really easy to put them away!)

I’m sorry if I bored you with this post. 

I have only one class left for my degree. Counseling Assessment and Case Management.  Everyone in the program just calls it “Case.”  It’s the last class - the one that is required before I can do my internship. It’s a six credit class, so it’s a double whammy.  We will meet every Monday night from 5-10.  Even though it’s only one class, it’s double the price.  I paid for the class last week and it cost me $1558. I put it on my Visa so I could earn points.  I will be able to pay off the bill in full, but just barely.  I’m not touching my real savings, so it seems like any money I ever make goes right to school.

Years ago I thought I’d be on track to save money for a down payment for a house. This was before grad school. Before all my earned money went to my education. It comes in, and then goes right back out.  It’s very frustrating.

I had a dream last night about Destare.  It was a good dream, and I woke up missing it.  I’ve had plenty of dreams about Destare, but they were all bad dreams, where either I was getting yelled at, or something else bad happened.  Even when things were good there, I would have bad dreams about the place.  When Lance and I were on good terms, I would tell him about my dreams.  I told him I was too involved with the place if I was having nightmares from it.  Back then, we thought it was funny.  So anyway, last night’s dream was good, and I woke up kinda regretting not working there anymore.  Well, not really, but I wished I hadn’t felt like that.  I just had to remember all the bad stuff, and that it HAD sucked, and it sucked a lot lately.  I hadn’t been happy there for months.  Stupid dream!

Since I’m not working at Destare anymore, I’ve been filling in more at Macy’s.  The store manager offered me a continuous weekend manager position, every Saturday night from 5-9:30, and all day Sunday.  I told him I wasn’t interested in working every single Saturday night:  I had just gotten off a job that did that.  I told him maybe I’d consider every other, but I wasn’t positive.  I’m working this Sunday, and my guess is he’ll ask me to work next weekend as well.  I don’t mind doing that, looking at my schedule and saying “yeah, sure, I’ll work.”  But I don’t want to commit to anything.  This Saturday I told him I was unavailable, because I’m going into Boston with mom and dad to go to a Thyroid Cancer Support Group at Mass General.  Then we’ll have lunch and go see Frost Nixen (or whatever that Nixen movie is called).  I’m also babysitting every Wednesday for my family in Leominster.  That’s an easy $50 for a fun afternoon of not doing anything.  They have family friends who are looking for a sitter, but they have four kids - 2,4,6 and 8.  That’s a lot of kids!  My mom also said she knows some people who are looking for sitters - so that’d  be interesting, too.  That will leave me available to do my practicum and have time for class.

I had applied for a part time job at MOC, and I got a call back today!  Unfortunately, she told me it’s a part-time/full-time job, with hours from 8:30 - 2:30, or 4:30 Monday through Friday.  I’m looking more for a job that is only three or four days a week.  I told the lady that I was sorry, but I can’t do full time.  That sucks, but it also wouldn’t be fair for me to get a job, and then have to leave for my internship. But it’s very exciting that I got a call back!  That means they saw my resume, was impressed, and wanted me to come in for an interview (which she gave me the option to if I was still interested).

Megan said that I should come see her in England and we can work on making lots of different food.  I said “Wow, I can come live there for three months like I did in Santa Fe!”  And she said “Well, I wasn’t thinking that long (cause I’ll be at work, and I don’t want you to get bored, plus it’s really expensive here), but I have a friend who maybe needs someone to look after her baby.  That’s in June, so maybe you could au pair for her?”  Holy crap would that be neat!  If I lived in England as an au pair for three months in the summer?  That’d be super cool.  I already have experience with my little baby here, and that’d be a piece of cake.  Little babies are easy, it’s when they start to crawl and run around and put things in their mouth that they’re harder.  But little babies just lie there, eat, and poop.  That’s nothing!  Megan keeps calling it my “post cancer trip.”  She’s so cute!