Thursday, August 20, 2009

I hate it when they're right!

It all started about 3 days ago. David came home from work and I was instantly in a bad mood all night. I basically ignored him. I just didn't want him anywhere near me. Dont look at me. Dont touch me. Dont talk to me. The next night we were watching TV and I couldn't stop getting worked up about everything I was seeing and hearing. My rantings went from the cash for clunkers program and health insurance to how I thought Anthony Bourdain had lost his edge and become a posh snob no better than the people he mocks. Finally David chimed in, he'd been quiet all night for fear I'd start attacking him (smart boy), saying that I was on a quite the soap box and then proceeded to say that I must be getting my period. As my temperature was rising and I was about to give him a verbal lashing for thinking that any mood swing or passionate opinion must naturally be linked to PMS... I realized he was probably right. Damn, damn, damn!! The best I could muster without bursting into pyscho sobbing was to dart a bitchy look in his direction. Needless to say, we spend the rest of the night in relative silence. But out of the corner of my eye I could see that smug little grin on his face. MEN!

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Julie & Julia

The other night my parents invited me along to see the movie Julie & Julia because...well, they new David would probably not want to see it. Needless to say, it was super cute. My mom kept giving me these knowing little glances...which was mostly annoying because it was typically when Amy Adams character was having a melt down or being self involved. Really? Really, mom? Is that how you see me? Ok so maybe I can be a little like that but that was mostly premeds. Now I'm a ball of self control.

The movie ended right about dinner time and the thought of my dinner was sooo very unappealing. I was about to head home and make veggie chili nachos, this is so NOT what Julia would have done! After a lot of self pity regarding my unadventurous life, my lack of discipline and therefore lack of career. I sucked it up and made those damn nachos. The meal ended up being delicious, so here's the recipe:

Veggie Chili Nachos
All ingredients from this recipe came from Trader Joes (my one -stop shop)

Preheat oven to 350

Fill a pie pan with tortilla chips

Add in this order:
add 1 can veggie chili
chopped onion
shredded cheddar cheese

Bake until melted

Once out of the oven top with:
Sour cream
Chopped avocado
Diced tomato
Shredded lettuce

In order to feel more at one with the movie and Julia Child I added a bottle of Merlot to the assembly process. I felt much better about my culinary skills!

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Another Sleep Deprived Day

There is something about me that you may not know...I don't run well on little sleep. Especially, a week of waking up at 5am and countless times in the middle of the night. My head aches. My body is resistant to movement. I am at best, a cranky bitch.

I will lay the blame where it solely's Fabrizios fault! Ok, so I ratted out my kid but like you didn't already assume he was the culprit?!

All I want to know is why on earth he feels the need to cry out for me at 1am, 3am and then again at 5am want to get up and play farm or cars or food or color? Seriously, I'm about to freak.

The other day he decided he didn't want to nap and kept getting out of bed laughing his head off. After about an hour of this back and forth - to bed you go, haha out of bed, back to bed, haha out of bed - you get the jist. I couldn't take it anymore. I put him down and while I was shaking with frustration said "This isn't funny anymore. Mommy needs a nap, if you get up again I'm goin to crack!" I really think he understood because I didn't hear from him for another 2 hours.

I'm still on the verge.