I took some time today–fifteen minutes to be exact–to evaluate where I stand in the achievement of my goals for this year. This is the year of the catch up! And surprisingly, I’m doing okay. Ish. (I hate using that word now because that kid used it on American Idol and I don’t want to seem to be copying him. He did deliver it better than I ever have though. And he looks strangely like my neice–but that’s another story.) At any rate I am working on the things I need to work on. Pretty much every day. I have way more runs at consistency than I ever remember having in my entire life.
Speaking of runs–I haven’t missed one in over a week! How’s that for consistency? The miles are adding up because I’m doing over four each day. Six times a week means about 25 miles a week. I’m loving it. Today I went shoe shopping. I’ve read other blogs where women tell of their shoe shopping escapades and triumphs, and I’m not usually into the stereotypically girlish things. But here I am all excited about shoe shopping! Squeal! Does it make a difference that they were running shoes and that I actually bought the men’s style instead of the women’s because I didn’t want pink? Does that make me less girly? Could I be less girly than I already am? I also bought a new outfit! It was also men’s. And for running. Bright red shorts and a light blue shirt. And a brown hat. And no-show socks. None of it matches, which probably diminishes the girl points for being excited about my new outfit. I’m wearing it on my jog tomorrow. Actually I might spare the hat the indignity of being my sweat sponge. The one I’m currently using is pretty rank and has a beautiful salt line about half way up. I might keep the brown one pretty for a bit longer. Does that make more girly?
Baking is girly right? And cooking? I made chicken pasta with artichokes out of Saving Dinner, which book I love but have a hard time actually using. The recipes are for six and there’s only two of us and the grocery lists are for six and there’s still only two of us. My newest, latest, hopefully successful approach is to just make one recipe a week. It should last us at least four or five days and then there are always odds and ends left that don’t get used in the recipe that I can use to improvise. Maybe. I can try to improvise, and if that doesn’t work then I can just return to my old standards of potato soup, pasta or grilled cheese.
On the baking front, I’m going to venture forth into the family specialty tomorrow–biscuit pudding. Man. I love me some biscuit pudding! Can’t wait to have a nice, warm, buttery slice for tea tomorrow. I’m hoping William doesn’t like it so I don’t have to share. And the day after, I’m making muffins. Homemade apple cinnamon muffins. I have apples that need to be eaten much faster than William and I will ever eat them and leavening agents that need to be used up faster than we normally use them. I might even make an effort at cinnamon buns next week.
I’m currently watching Lost Season 2. Hurley cracks me up. Locke creeps me out slightly. And even though I know Henry’s bad, I still like him for some reason.
I think that’s enough rambling for one evening.
