This Will Waste Your Time!

So today I decided to make lunch. Like, cook it.

I skillet-ed some chicken breast. I opened a bag of salad stuff. I threw the chicken into a bowl with some salad stuff. Then I thought — hey, I’ve got oranges. Why not make this a citrus-y salad? So I squeezed some orange over the salad, and then threw in a few pieces. And hey, after I’m done with that, why not eat one of those kiwis I’ve got sitting on the counter?

Wait. How do you eat a kiwi?

WITH A SPOON, of course! So easy. So delicious.

The chicken burned — I was doing dishes and not paying attention. Then the orange apparently wasn’t really an orange or something, because it didn’t taste like an orange, peel like an orange, or break like an orange. I don’t know what it is, but I’ve got nine others because it was 10 for $1 or something like that. Maybe nobody wanted them, and that’s why they were so cheap?

I also bought a mango yesterday. I don’t know how to eat that, either. With a spoon? I’ll google it. I also have bananas and tomatoes. I think I bought tomatoes thinking of stir-fry, but what I really wanted was a red bell pepper, but I was just so confused yesterday and in a rush and gah, it was SUNDAY and who has their sanity on a Sunday anyways? Not I, not after six kids — three of which were boys who thought it was funny to kick and punch each other.

That’s a funny complaint up there, if you know me. Because, if you know me well at all, you know that when I start having babies (should God bless me with them!), that I want boys. And if you know me even better than the average person, you know that I want six kids. All boys. So that’s just kind of silly to me that I was just complaining about three boys rough housing.

I promise — I’m not psycho about rough housing, I just don’t want the biggest one (who’s nine and nearly my height) kicking or punching the little one (who’s 3 or 4 and comes up to my hip, MAYBE). You know, I’m held liable for injuries and stuff. Heh.

I figure I should update about the running stuff, again. I haven’t done any running or walking all last week or so far this week. I don’t know what I’m going to do with my 100 days now. I was so set on running, so it sort of feels like a waste. I know I said I would bring back a bike, but I only just remembered that right now. Heh. I’ll put it on my calendar for when I go home next. I may fork up the $10/month (no contract!) to be a member down at the gym five seconds from my house. That $10? Get’s me into CLASSES! Spin class, yoga class, zumba class, kickboxing class. WHATEVER. I’m pretty sure I’d love it. (kickboxing? I love punching things. Yoga? I love balancing. Zumba? I LOVE DANCING CRAZY. Spinning? Well… I don’t want to get too dizzy.)

I think this has been a thorough waste of your time. (;