Grouchy weekend recap

Monday, February 04, 2013

Good morning! (I can just hear the resounding "And what's good about it?" retort from my fellow Monday morning curmudgeons who just weren't ready to get out of bed either.)

I'm exhausted. And cranky. And my skin's itchy. And I'm sick of winter. And I'm sick of the snow. And I'm sick of the biting wind. And I'm irritated that my bathroom sink is dirty and that I didn't have time to wipe it down this morning. And I still have sheet lines on my face.

(In other words, I'm an absolute delight to be around.)

Yeah, it's totally going to be one of those days.

How was your weekend? Mine was actually really nice, so I have no idea what my problem is today. (Lie. I know exactly what my problem is ... PMS.)

A brief recap:

Friday night Clay and I stayed in because we finally embraced the reality that neither of us want to go out and do anything on Friday nights. Friday nights are made for relaxing, not moving. So, after giving myself chest pains from laughing so hard at Saturday Night Live: The Best of Amy Poehler (seriously, it was so funny that I was literally sobbing at certain points. I positively love the women of SNL!), I curled up on a corner of the couch and read for 2 hours.

I finished the novel College Girl by Patricia Weizt (I have mixed feelings about the book. While it was incredibly well-written, I found the main character to be pathetically unlikeable. I can be self-depreciating too, but reading about it for 300+ pages is obnoxious.), and I immediately went on the hunt for something else to read. I bypassed the remaining books I acquired on my last trip to Half-Priced books and (I'm not sure what possessed me to do this) started reading Clayton's worn copy of Malcolm X.

Word to the wise: Don't read Malcolm X immediately before going to bed. I can't even find the words to describe the nightmares I had.

(FYI: I've added a "Books I've Read in 2013" list on the right-hand sidebar of the blog. If you're a book worm like me, you're always looking for recommendations!)


It snowed on and off all day Saturday, so I begrudgingly did my long run indoors on our treadmill. Though I watched one of my favorite movies, Easy A, while trotting out 8-miles, I got so bored that I kept an unnaturally fast pace just to get it over with. I completed my fasted 8-miles to date with a 7:53 min/mile pace and had a face as red as a sunburned lobster when I was done.

That night, Clay and I visited his parents to eat pizza, play cards, and watch the #3-ranked IU vs. #1-ranked Michigan basketball game. ESPN called the match-up the biggest game in the NCAA this year, and they weren't kidding! At one point early in the game, Clay, Teresa and I were shouting so loudly, Joey fell off the couch in surprise.


^^Victor Oladipo had what was, perhaps, the most incredible missed dunk in the history of IU basketball.

As I said on a Facebook status that same night, I am the poster child for while people with anxiety shouldn't watch sports. I bit my nails down to nubbins and picked the skin around the cuticles until it bled. My heart almost beat out my chest, and I had to fight the urge to leave the room for the remaining 5 minutes of the game because I thought I was going to start hyperventilating. 

The sad thing is that I do this during games I'm not even emotionally invested in, as well. Last night's Super Bowl? Couldn't have cared less who won, but I started biting what was left of my nails at the 2-minute warning because it still looked like it could be anyone's game. I kept muttering, "I'm gonna throw up" and squeezed Joey's tail for support, impetuous to be put out of my misery.

And wasn't Beyonce's half-time show just fabulous? I seriously thought I was going to pass out when the other Destiny's Child gals showed up (or more like, shot out of the floor and onto the stage) and helped her dance it out on "Single Ladies". One of our friends kept saying, "Beyonce has such a presence", and he couldn't of been more correct. I wish I could wip my hair around like that and I'm pretty sure I gushed about her thighs the entire ride home from the party.

My favorite commercial of the evening was, of course, the Samsung Galaxy spot with Seth Rogen and my middle-aged crush, Paul Rudd.


Sunday I spent most of the day picking up the house, working out and making a dessert for Colby and Ireli's Super Bowl party. I decided to try my hand at tequila bars, a recipe I found through the Food Network (it was one of Guy Fieri's creations and I'm a huge fan of Diner, Drive-Ins and Dives) and was totally amped to have an excuse to buy a mini bottle of Patron.

Vanilla wafers and butter pulsed in my food processor to make the crust
Fresh squeezed limes and tequila help make the filling
Lime juice, tequila, egg yolks and sweetened condensed milk
Whipped egg whites and sugar
Bars, baked in the oven for 25 minutes
Chill, cut and serve

The bars were only so-so for me. While I really enjoyed the taste of the bars' filling (it was very key lime pie-esque and had a cheesecake-like texture), I wasn't overly impressed with the recipe as a whole. I think the whipped lime and tequila filling would be much better suited for an actual pie or a custard. Come to think of it, forget the pie crustI would just whip up the filling and eat it by itself.

Here's the recipe if you're interested in making the bars. I imagine they'd be a refreshing summer dessert!

We left the big game early and finished watching it at home so Clayton could finish the remainder of his homework. We're currently getting free HBO for the next few months, so I caught a few episodes of Lena Dunham's Girls before heading to bed (I'm not sure what to make of it. Is it supposed to be like a more modern version of Sex and the City? Not overly impressed as of yet.)

And that brings me to this morning. I'm crabby and at the awesome time of the month when my pants object to buttoning. The only thing that's keeping me sane and preventing me from taking my pants off is knowing that Clayton I bought a huge hunk of roast beef over the weekend and are making grilled subs for dinner tonight.

Yup, a bad day can be completely turned around with a good sandwich.

How was your weekend? What was your favorite Super Bowl commercial?

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1 comments

  1. I watched the entire first season of Girls and I am still not sure what I think of it so don't worry, you aren't the only one!

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