Alright, this is bullshit.
Seems like EVERYTHING I eat lately makes me feel vaguely ill. I suppose I could try, you know, NOT eating. But I have a problem with depriving myself, in that I can’t. I’ve been “good” the past few days – I’ve eaten healthy, whole foods, and I’ve been drinking a crapload of water. Heh, maybe that’s what’s wrong. I’m totally shocking my system. “What the fuck, she’s eating vegetables? THE END IS NIGH.”
I’ve decided to stop taking the diet pills (Lip0fuze, for those of you who are interested) because the nausea didn’t abate, even when I took them with food. So, not for me. Lip0fuze offers a full money back guarantee, though, which is one of the reasons why I went with them in the first place. So all I have to do is send them back the remaining product, and they’ll reimburse me.
No harm, no foul.
We rented and watched Gran Torino the other night. AWESOME movie, though not for those who are easily offended. Or, really, even for those who are moderately difficult to offend. Dude was over-the-top racist, yo. Great ending, though.
Most importantly, THE DOG DIDN’T DIE. The movie totally broke my “rule” that if it becomes apparent within the first 10 minutes of a movie that the main character is very attached to a dog*, the dog will bite it within 45 minutes of the end of the movie. We saw the dog, what, two minutes in, and I said, “Dammit, the dog’s gonna die.” Usually, I’m RIGHT. This time I wasn’t, and I was happy to be wrong.
Don’t get used to that. Usually, I’m not happy to be wrong.
(*Interestingly, this rule does not apply to cats**. The main character will bite it, before the cat will, usually.)
(**Except for in the first season of True Blood***. That’s the only exception I’ve ever come across.)
(***You’ve been living under a rock if that was a spoiler.)
We leave on our Epic Road Trip seven weeks from today. Once we leave Cody, WY, we’re winging it all the way back home. All we know is that we’re going in the direction of Aspen, CO, and we’d like to see Arches National Park on our way back toward Arizona. Those two facts sort of dictate the direction we’ll be going in… and then there’s the goal of visiting the Grand Canyon as our last stop before home (we’ve both been there before, but never together). But, no hotels booked, no firm dates set, just the hard fact that we need to leave Cody on Thursday August 6th, and be back home in Arizona sometime in the evening of Saturday August 8th. We could push it as late as getting back home on Sunday the 9th, but Calvin and I both have to work on Monday the 10th, so we don’t want to be rolling in after an eleven-day road trip and then have to head right back to work mere hours later.
Here’s some interesting facts – according to MapQuest, a straight shot from Cody, WY to home is 18 hours, and 1160 miles. A straight drive from Aspen, CO to home is 11 hours 30 minutes, and 729 miles. So that’s, what, six and a half hours difference? And yet MapQuest says it takes 9 hours and 20 minutes to drive from Cody to Aspen. So, riddle me that. The routes look the same according to the bird’s-eye map.
Feh. Math makes my head hurt.
(The third installment of my UpTake “Epic Summer Road Trip” series is up, if you’re interested.)
I made orange roughy for dinner last night, and it was excellent. I posted the recipe on WFN, if you’re interested. I paired it with some steamed broccoli and ate entirely too damned much, because…
Calvin pooh-pooh’d it, and made himself a pot of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. Everyone’s a critic. So I had to eat as much of it as I could, right? So it wouldn’t go to waste, right?? There are starving children in China, right???
And now for something completely random. My husband could have TOTALLY played Spicoli*.
(*Damned embedding Nazis.)