A Tad Less Liquid

Started off the day with good intentions: a protein shake, a chug of cranberry juice, multivitamin, olive leaf extract...

...And then someone brought doughnuts to the office.

I only had one, mind. But still. I felt downright wretched. What's more, I decided to return the warming trays from a previous Qdoba-catered event on my lunch break, and what do I discover? "Oh, you remembered to give these back to us? How 'bout a free entree, soldier?" I mean, what was I supposed to do, not have a free lunch? So, I had a veggie burrito, minus the tortilla, and a handful of chips. Shameful.


I was already planning on misbehaving tonight, though, since I had a girls' night with Lorien at Ru San's (for any of my loyal listeners in the area, this place has delicious sushi. Three pieces for $1.25! You best believe I was mixing and matching like a boss), and followed it up with some oolong tea. Came home and brewed myself some green tea, popped a Benadryl, and I'm calling it a night.


Tomorrow, though, I'm trying to keep it liquid. At least through lunch, because I know David ain't going to be too keen on chicken broth for supper.

Mmm, liquidy.

Okay, I cheated. A little. I had a Special K bar.

Other than that, though, I've maintained my liquid-entirely diet: soy protein shake, cranberry juice, tomato juice, chicken broth, lotsandlotsandlots of water, multivitamin, olive leaf extract, and copious amounts of green tea.

And, believe it or not, I feel pretty all right. Might give it another go for most of tomorrow. (Already giving myself a bye for dinner, though. SUSHI.)

Juicy

Thanks to a recent poll of my Facebook pals, I think I'm going to try to detox over the next few days. If nothing else, it'll be a liquids-only gig to see how it'll make me feel.

Organic non-cocktail cranberry, apple, and tomato juice will be my best pals. If I'm desperate for protein, I'll heat up some beef or chicken broth.

I'll let you chaps know how it goes.

Operation Skinflint McGee

We're still on the fast track to buying the aforementioned amazing house. This is all grandly exciting, but from now until the end of July, David and I are in dire need of retaining as much cash money as we can from our paychecks to ensure we keep said house. We're in great shape financially, but I'm kind of in panic mode that something horribly unforeseen is going to go awry at the closing, so. For the next month-and-some-change, we're spending money on (1) utilities, (2) rent, (3) gas, (4) essential groceries. Annnnnd that's essentially it.

That most likely means I'm going to be getting awfully creative with cheap-or-free things to do. Maybe I'll share them here for all two of my avid readers.

In the meantime, here's a freebie to tide you over:

Ideal Moisturizing/Cleansing Mask For Obscenely Sensitive Skin:

1 tbsp. plain yogurt +

1 tbsp. oatmeal (the real stuff, preferably ground up) +

a teensy-tiny pinch of honey =

heaven for my skin

No really. Try it.

Quick

Before I forget to blog before bed, I'll say this: 1776 is the greatest darn movie, I'll tell you what.

Here it is

Your Friday moment of zen, brought to you by my favorite old-school crew (Our Gang):

"There's a baby throwin' money out the window! C'mon!"

Thar she blows

After a few months, several mix-ups, one tour, dozens of phone calls, dozens more emails, a great deal of papers-signing, and a great deal more papers-signing to come, we've scored ourselves one delightful crib.

It's contingent on a successful home inspection, but so far all signs point to that dear little house becoming our very own. And it's so cute - the curb appeal of a traditional home and the open floor plan of a contemporary style. No sir, can't complain.

Featuring my folks-in-law.

Provided all goes according to plan, we'll be able to close the deal and move in by the end of July. At the end of next month, we'll have a house. We'll be homeowners. Granted, I'm not going to start any sort of happy dance until I have a house key in my hand and the property in our name, but this is a darn good start.

Mother Nature is having a hissy fit

There's a crazy display of thunder, lightning, torrential downpours, and -- oh, right, hail. It's been hammering against my window and I've been consistently scared that it's someone breaking in.

In my window. On the third floor. In a hailstorm.

And, y'know, my cats are all, "Smeh, nature. Dun care."

25 Things About the Tonys

I've finally crawled out of my hole of a bogged-down work week, the excitement of putting an offer in on a house (!!!), and my own general sense-of-having-an-outside-life-ness to finally watch the Tony Awards.

I'll say this much: I was actually successful in keeping my big nose out of social media until I watched it. I knew there'd be spoilers, and I wanted to watch it with no knowledge of who'd win. I know it shouldn't have been, but those were the 50 longest hours ever, gang.

And now, with no further ado, here's a stream-of-consciousness collection of some of my favorite bits from the show. (Note: Spoilers abound beneath the cut.)

Je suis artiste

And now we bring you my latest and greatest attempt at a painting class - an endeavor which may likely make the motif for the guest bedroom in our eventual house a beachy one.

PS: The Tonys-related media blackout is still effective. Hesh up.