I’ve been in a bit of a funk for the past week or so. I have to say, it just amazes me the lack of filters people have regarding what’s appropriate to say to someone. The lump the size of the Yukon that was on my forehead after my fall? After about 48 hours, unless I lifted up my bangs, you couldn’t even tell that there was a scab there (which has also since gone away). No, the Universe decided I needed punishment or something, because I’ve been stuck with the mother of all black eyes for going on 2 weeks now.
And seriously. WHAT would possess you to walk up to someone you don’t know and threaten to blacken their other eye, even if it was just a joke?! And what would possess you to, in essence, go tell other people to stare at the freak? Yes, both of those things happened to me. I am big enough to admit that it’s purely vanity on my part. Well, that, and I am not really one who craves the spotlight. I feel ugly, I don’t want people looking at me like I’m some carnival geek, and I sure as eff wish this would clear up sooner rather than later. And I know–It makes me sound horribly shallow. There are people out there with legitimate scars or facial abnormalities out there who have to deal with this or worse every day, and I’m whining about a damn black eye. I don’t really have a point, other than to say I’ve been sulking for two weeks because I got my feelings hurt.
Which is silly and stupid, I know. But still, the things that come out of people’s mouths shocked me. THINK before you speak, people. I also feel really bad for Jay, because I know that any time we’re out together, he’s getting the side-eye from everyone, even though he had nothing to do with my falling–He was holding 2 40-pound bags of water softener salt at the time it happened and couldn’t react fast enough to catch me. But enough about that. I should just be thankful it wasn’t worse–The glass in my lenses could’ve shattered and been ground into my forehead (which is what I originally thought had happened), I could’ve had a concussion or fractured a bone in my face. No, I just have a bruise, and it’s slowly clearing up.
I have been busy cooking…Sort of. We’ve been mowing through all our leftovers, but I’ve been busy baking for work:
That’d be 8 dozen mini-cupcakes and mini-cheesecakes, even though it doesn’t quite look like that much. Every year we have a Christmas decorating party, and in order to entice people to stick around, they provide food and beverages. This year, I was asked if I wanted to contribute the desserts, and I agreed. It was fun, and I joked that it was a much-needed boost to my ego after the past two weeks.
I also decided I needed some comfort food. One of my coworkers gets weekly meal plans that she kindly shares with a few of us who are doing Weight Watchers–These have the points values calculated, which is helpful….Assuming I can stop myself at one portion, if I really like the meal!
The first time I made this Cheesy Rigatoni Bake, I gave the bambino a small spoonful of pasta, and Jay and I proceeded to polish off the rest of the casserole. It’s carby, cheesy comfort food at its best. So, after the chaos and BS of the last two weeks, I decided I needed to make it again.
And now that the weekend is here, I am looking forward to delving into my birthday present from Jay, which arrived from Great Britain on Wednesday:
Thank the gods for a husband who knows how to hack a DVD player and make it region-free (something he had to do after inadvertently purchasing a Region 2 DVD for the bambino), which means I get to watch this before it airs here in the US! Yay!!!