“Got my spine, I got my orange crush…”

I sometimes hate when something happens that I’m unable to blog about. Why mention it then? Because I’m the type of person who wears their emotions on their sleeve, and it’s usually very difficult for me to hide when I’m upset about something. Heck, even as a kid, I just found it a whole lot easier to tell the truth whenever I got in trouble just because I’m a craptastic liar (which is not exactly a bad thing). And I have a reputation for being rather blunt and occasionally brutally honest, which I actually kind of like. And rest assured (as I know my mom will read this and freak out), everything on the home front is fine, Jay & I aren’t splitting up or anything along those lines, the bambino is fine, and as far as I know, none of us has been kidnapped by aliens.

Still, I figured I’d at least mention my being upset, even if I can’t say what it is, because I know it will come across in my writing. I’ve spent the past couple days anxious and can’t wrap my head around a few things, but in time it will pass. And I believe that things happen for a reason, and that what looks bad right now, will probably turn out to be a blessing in disguise.

So there’s that. It explains (but doesn’t) my lack of posting this week. I know I’ve said I’ve felt “off” for the past month or so, and I really think it’s just that I need a break. I tend to forget that I can use vacation time at work, so more often that not, it piles up until I realize, “Hey, I can take a week off, and still get paid!” That, and I had been holding off until I knew when my mom might be coming for a visit (which doesn’t look to be until next month). It’s also kind of hard once I get my vacation time scheduled, because my brain wants to go ahead and check out, and I have to remind myself to focus!

I ended up going into work for a few hours this morning because of said impending vacation. I realized a little late on Wednesday that I have a mailing I do every 2 months coming up, and I won’t really have time to get it out once I get back. That, and there are a few other things that I need to get squared away before I check out for a couple days. I popped over to the grocery store before work, both for milk and butter, and for some Starbucks. I tried the Salted Caramel Mocha, which I REALLY liked. Usually I go for the Pumpkin Spice Latte, but I knew I’d be having pumpkin later, so I held off. After I got home, Jay wanted to pop out to the store for some lunch stuff (I am horrible about fixing lunch on the weekends), and among the items he got was this:


I joked that we should crack them open and lament the end of R.E.M. When I first heard the news, I told Abby that I felt like a piece of my childhood died that day. Michael Stipe is the reason I have a talking Tick doll hanging out in a corner of my living room (Erin, you should remember that!). Ah, well. All good things must come to an end, right?

Anyway…After we got home, we all got lazy and zoned out in front of the TV. Since the bambino’s obsessed with dinosaurs these days, Jay’s been buying up documentaries (mostly from the BBC) about prehistoric life, and we’ve been watching them off & on all week. We watched one on the evolution of humans this afternoon, and afterward, Jay popped in “Bullitt.” Other than the infamous car chase scene, I didn’t know anything else about it, and Jay had never seen it. But because I was getting to the point that I was about to doze off, I popped into to the kitchen to get to work on this:


That would be Pumpkin-Pie Croissant Pudding, courtesy of the October issue of Food & Wine. I told Jay I have a new favorite dessert.

The original recipe calls for rye whiskey (eh?) and golden raisins. I despise raisins of any sort, so I used up the rest of the pecans I bought the other night. And since I don’t know what rye whiskey is (and I have a feeling I wouldn’t care for it even if I had ever had it before), I used some Amaretto instead. It worked.

For dinner, I used up the rest of the Romas that were sitting on the counter, and made more soup.


I also made some grilled chicken to go with:


I only ended up eating half of it. I ate breakfast about 4 hours after I got up this morning, and by the time I did eat anything, I felt a blood sugar crash coming on. Ever since, I’ve felt a little “off” as far as my hunger cues and I’ve had 2 more blood sugar drops today–Once right before lunch, and again, while I was blending the soup. I don’t know if my nerves have anything to do with it, or the fact that I haven’t slept decently in about a week. I’m kind of hoping I just crash in about an hour, and finally get a decent night’s sleep! I’m trying not to go back for a second helping of this:


I’m absolutely STUFFED, and I’m debating on just taking the rest of the pan over to Jay’s parents’ tomorrow, but I don’t know how much I feel like sharing.