Happy New Year
New Year Resolutions:
Take 10 photos every week
Make photo book at the end of the year
Floss at least six times each week
I'm flying home in a few days, with a ten pound ham in my carry-on, to see my mom and brother and wretched sister-in-law. We'll board Dasha for the first time. I have a box sitting in the dining room that's full of portioned kibble in baggies labeled with her name--one baggie for each day plus an extra just-in-case, a bag of dried beef tendon labeled with her name and feeding instructions (1-2 per day), and I think I'll add a baggie of peanuts with the instruction: Small Treats for Good Behavior or Any Occasion You Can Think Up. Per a suggestion from a woman who works at Dasha's daycare she's off wheat and her poop is much more respectable.
The ham was a gift from work. They gave us turkeys at Thanksgiving--really nice birds: natural, fresh, and from a boutique meat purveyor. But I never cooked mine. Two weeks after the holiday it went in the trash and froze before trash day (Monday). It was too big, I didn't have a pan, and we don't eat much meat at the house so I was without an external motivator to push me to the place where I wanted to roast 16 pounds of meat. We ate Tofurkey for Thanksgiving. I poached a chicken once. Mark was out of town and I wanted curried chicken salad. I wanted it bad. It was delicious but made me realize just how much mayonnaise is in chicken salad. I loved the salad, but I've never eaten it since.
The ham is spiral cut and my Grandma will go ape-shit for it. I'm glad it won't go to waste.
I'm back on Retin-A. My insurance doesn't cover it because I'm over 25. Six weeks ago I declined the $103 price tag, but decided to splurge with Christmas money from my in-laws. In all honesty it's a money laundering scheme--I bought the drug with Christmas money but I'll get reimbursed from my pre-tax medical savings plan (one of the benefits at work) and I'll put that check into the bank where it will disappear into the ether: food, mortgage, and kibble. It's a nice way to feel like I treated myself to a gift without the guilt of spending money on myself instead of the group.
Take 10 photos every week
Make photo book at the end of the year
Floss at least six times each week
I'm flying home in a few days, with a ten pound ham in my carry-on, to see my mom and brother and wretched sister-in-law. We'll board Dasha for the first time. I have a box sitting in the dining room that's full of portioned kibble in baggies labeled with her name--one baggie for each day plus an extra just-in-case, a bag of dried beef tendon labeled with her name and feeding instructions (1-2 per day), and I think I'll add a baggie of peanuts with the instruction: Small Treats for Good Behavior or Any Occasion You Can Think Up. Per a suggestion from a woman who works at Dasha's daycare she's off wheat and her poop is much more respectable.
The ham was a gift from work. They gave us turkeys at Thanksgiving--really nice birds: natural, fresh, and from a boutique meat purveyor. But I never cooked mine. Two weeks after the holiday it went in the trash and froze before trash day (Monday). It was too big, I didn't have a pan, and we don't eat much meat at the house so I was without an external motivator to push me to the place where I wanted to roast 16 pounds of meat. We ate Tofurkey for Thanksgiving. I poached a chicken once. Mark was out of town and I wanted curried chicken salad. I wanted it bad. It was delicious but made me realize just how much mayonnaise is in chicken salad. I loved the salad, but I've never eaten it since.
The ham is spiral cut and my Grandma will go ape-shit for it. I'm glad it won't go to waste.
I'm back on Retin-A. My insurance doesn't cover it because I'm over 25. Six weeks ago I declined the $103 price tag, but decided to splurge with Christmas money from my in-laws. In all honesty it's a money laundering scheme--I bought the drug with Christmas money but I'll get reimbursed from my pre-tax medical savings plan (one of the benefits at work) and I'll put that check into the bank where it will disappear into the ether: food, mortgage, and kibble. It's a nice way to feel like I treated myself to a gift without the guilt of spending money on myself instead of the group.
Mark took me out for Sushi tonight. I should have taken pictures of him eating my food in a vintage wool military coat and ear flap hat.
Labels: christmas, ham, resolution, turkey
posted by Jessica at 23:16
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