We have stopped adding to our Le Creuset collection which makes me sort of sad... but there's a lot of other stuff I want to spend money on for pots! Up next: a nice sturdy oven safe nonstick skillet. Then I think we are maybe OK for a while between the Le Creuset, the regular cast-iron, and the couple pieces of clad cookware and a couple cheap ass non sticks from Target for like $6 that we knock around like our bitches.
Will probably need to replace our saucepans, we're working on some seriously old ones right now, but were the first "nice" pots I ever bought new. But of course they are cheap but quite useable and I can't bear to throw away perfectly good pots, however ugly and cheap looking.
Man, I'm tired and babbling about cookware. My brain... is not all here.
~ma to Suzi getting into a new dept- that is super cool that you got such a quick response. ~ma ~ma ~ma ~ma.
Suzi, tons of job~ma to you! I thought I had commented earlier, but I guess it was only in my head.
~~~~~~ma ma ma ~~~~~~ for Suzi getting into a new department.
I am tired, like woah. Met a friend and her daughter at Ben & Jerry's for Free Cone Day. The dippers were the young, hot, fresh out of the academy firefighters.
I went back for seconds.
After that, we went to the LA Zoo and walked and ran like maniacs. Finally got home and I am just wiped. out.
But it was a Good Day.
Nora, you still around? Could you jump on gmail?
That sounds like a nice kind of wiped out, Aimee.
Much ma for Sean and S
I really wish I could learn some coping skills for dealing with stress, especially when I'm hormonal. I keep finding myself being a total bitca to TCG tonight, and I truly don't mean to be. I hate myself when I'm like this.
Joe keeps telling me to go to sleep if I want to.
I keep reminding him, "IT'S CRAB NIGHT!"
I am obsessed with "Deadliest Catch".
Nora, nebbermind. Heading to bed...
Night, all!
I'm glad you had a Good Day, Aimee. You deserve some Good Days.
sj, please try not to beat yourself up. It's possible that beating yourself up will only perpetuate your mood. It's like fuel to the hormonal fire. If you snap at him, just apologize and move on, sweetie. He's no angel, either. It'll be ok. And until it *is* ok, {{{sj}}}
I really wish I could learn some coping skills for dealing with stress, especially when I'm hormonal. I keep finding myself being a total bitca to TCG tonight, and I truly don't mean to be. I hate myself when I'm like this.
I know exactly. I get weepy and angry (irrationally, I think), I want to be left alone, but then I feel lonely and I want closeness. I'm not sure I have any good coping advice to pass along. I usually just acknowledge that I'm hormonal and that it's making me an asshole. That's not an excuse, Mr. Jane (or whoever is on the receiving end) is owed an apology and an honest attempt at controlling my emotions, but just acknowledging what's going on sometimes helps.
