Anyone want a neighbor? February 4, 2008
Buy none get three free! Ugh. My neighbors bug me. We live in a duplex, and a pretty nice one at that. Most housing in Tahoe is relatively ghetto. Like, 2 bedroom places that are under 700 square feet with ratty carpet. Or the one place that I looked at that had a tarp for a roof. The guy tried to tell me it wasn’t a big deal. Really? We live in Tahoe. It snows, a lot. I would like a roof please. Anyways.. so our place is pretty nice. Dishwasher (rarity in Tahoe), laminate flooring, spacious, big open kitchen, fenced back yard (also a rarity), etc. But our neighbors…. ugh. They’re so loud! And, they like to yell at their kid, all the time. Now, I’m not a parent, so maybe I’m not an expert in this… but I didn’t think that screaming at a three year old produced results. My personal favorite? When the kid is crying and she screams at him “Am I yelling at you!?!?!” Yes! You’re yelling at him! If I can hear you, you’re yelling at him! She also has a habit of singing at the top of her lungs for several hours on end. What is she singing? I don’t know, whatever causes the most obnoxious voice changes known to man. I’m turning on QVC at full blast, just because the “ooh. and isn’t the eggplant color wonderful in velour?” is better than that.
But today really pissed me off. I come home at lunch during the day so that I can eat and take Sierra out for a quick walk. Today I pull up and, oh, that’s right. My nighbor is parked in my parking space. And, because it’s winter, you can’t park on the street. So, I had nowhere to park, and couldn’t go home for lunch. Luckily, I took a 1/2 hour instead, so I came home 1/2 hour early and she hadn’ t peed in her crate (we’re still housetraining her). But, the whole thing irks me. Grr.
So, Sierra didn’t get her lunchtime walk, and I slept through my alarm so we didn’t go this morning. But I made it up to her tonight, and we went for an hour and fifteen. It was so cold! Sadly, it tired me out. It was only 2.5 miles. But, hey, I went. Having her around definitely makes me get out and exercise, that’s for sure.
Food was good, though I was idly hungry all day. Hormones must still be working their way our of my system. Unfortunately, Meatless Monday didn’t happen. I’ll move it to tomorrow. Since I didn’t get a chance to go home, I went by the hospital cafe and had some chicken with roasted shallot sauce, some zucchini, and pasta. I did throw in a little piece of garlic cheese bread, because it looked so darn good. And it was. Breakfast was typical, yogurt and banana. Skipped snacks today. Dinner I had some seasoned fries and a hotdog. Well, technically, I had 2 hotdogs, but only one bun. The bun was just way too big and wheaty for one dog. And, they were only 50 calories a piece. Finished it off with my new favorite, a banana with a little bit of fudge and whipped cream
Resisting the cake wasn’t really that difficult. I wanted it, but I didn’t WANT it. Since I’ve really started paying attention to how much I enjoy food, I find that only really good stuff will do. It’s funny, because I began bakign seriously as a hobby right around the time that I started trying to lose weight. Everyone thought it was totally counter-productive. But, now that I know GOOD cake, it’s 100% from scratch or it just doesn’t tempt me.
julieesg- Cake is nothing… you passed up breadsticks! I can’t compete with that!
jaime- Thanks! Stepping on the scale was probably more stupid than brave… it’s easy to call it brave when it turns out right!
mizu- Ugh. Plow Drivers. They are definitely evil. It’s like part of the job description! The worst was the guy who used to plow the parking lot at my work. Dude shows up drunk and cackling as he tears ass through the parking lot. His tires are bald without chains, and he’s just sliding around like its the damned ice capades! Finally, we hear this crash… HE HIT OUR BUILDING! All the sudden, everyone goes running out to move their cars, as the dude keeps cackling and takes another swig of whiskey.
leanmoomercows- You know, heavy snow days are the only time I wish I had kids. Like, a herd of steroid pumping snow shoveling machines. DH actually works at a boys group home, and so I have access to manpower. But my own personal army is tempting as well. Provided, of course, that I don’t have to actually you know, carry them, birth them, and provide for them until they turn 18 or beg to be emancipated.
