Thursday, February 27, 2014

Project: #greenthumb

I've decided to start my own herb garden/mini-farm. I sort of cheated because I bought my cilantro and rosemary from Sprouts.  BUT, I did grow my basil from seed. Also, the trick really is to keep the plants alive once you have them. That's always been the hard part.  I'm excited to grow plants!

I've also decided to try and grow celery, green onion, and potatoes. More to come! I'm going to track my progress on my "Project: #greenthumb" tab up above.

On another note, I was thinking the other day, "I'm so glad I finally learned to do my brows..." It only took 30-something years. :) They are really important, so please do them correctly!

Maybe I should've called out fat.

Work tonight was uncomfortable. And by uncomfortable I mean I felt like Violet Beauregarde in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Look here if you don't know what I'm talking about. Ugh.

...So last night was date night. We went downtown to The Vig on Fillmore and got a bottle of wine (the Malbec, to be exact) and some food (they've got a great deal--a bottle of wine and an appetizer for $22 on Tuesdays). Afterwards we went to Crescent for a couple of drinks (well, 1.5 for me, and .5 for him, if we're counting), and then went home. Once home, we finished the bottle from the restaurant, and then had the rest of the bottle that was open from the night before. I then decided that I was starving, so proceeded to make myself a waffle with peanut butter, jelly, greek yogurt, and some cinnamon. YUM. And then I decided I was still hungry, so I ate my leftover salad from the night before, made some popcorn, a tortilla with cream cheese, and baked 5 or 6 chocolate chip cookies (of which I ate all but one). YUMMM.

Oh yeah, I probably should have prefaced all of that with, "I sat in the same spot on the couch all day and ate, incessantly. Up until a little before we were heading out to eat." Haha. Oh. My. Goodness.

I hate going to bed on a full stomach. Like, a really full stomach. I always feel like a stuffed sausage the entire next day.

Hmm... it could've been the 3/4 bottle of wine. Or the 1.5 drinks. Or the bowl of salad. Or the waffle. Or popcorn. Or tortilla. Or the half-dozen chocolate chip cookies right before bed. Or everything else before all of that. BTW, thanks for telling me the ice cream was a bad idea, babe. ;)