Ghetto as pho

It is plain ugly out today.  This is day two of rain, wind, and winter-like temps.  Yes, I'm aware that it's still technically winter.  But this season is usually a lot more tolerable for me and my interconnective tissues.

Yes, I've been feeling like poop.  Coincidence?  I think not.  But, I've been trying not to dwell on the "why" aspect of my pain recently.  It causes more stress than it's worth.  So, I've been taking it easy, doing what I can to make our new, tiny apartment seem less cluttered.  

And then I get a call from Costco that my tires are in and they aren't too busy right now- if I'd like to venture out this afternoon.

So, to warm my insides (and quell my cravings for a Costco hot dog) I came up with a quick soup for lunch.

Ghetto as Pho

Ha ha, word play!

Warm 1.5 cups of homemade chicken stock in the microwave until lukewarm.  Add dried mung bean threads you found in your "pantry" (it's my old office bookcase...with jars and stuff on it...in our dining room).  Microwave two minutes.  Stir.  Add shredded cabbage (a couple good handfuls) and diced leftover rotisserie chicken (maybe a couple ounces).  Microwave another minute.  Add frozen peas- one big stuck-together clump should do it.  One minute more.  Throw some rooster sauce on there and a small spoonful of hoisin.  Eye a half of a lime that you left on the counter overnight, then squeeze it over the top for good measure.  Ignore your shame.  Eat out of the Pyrex with chopsticks and feel fancy.

Yes- as you may notice from the picture- my task for today was to go through all my old Bon Appetit issues and throw them out after clipping the recipes and articles from them that I cared to save.  No, apparently this did not inspire a more gourmet lunch. 

Which I'm totally okay with.  

Because I have happy soup belly.

Have a nice day.

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Bring on some "me time"

That enormous stack of laundry is not my "me time". Also, that's not even all of it. I'm not ashamed. Just being an authentic lupie blogger.
I spent all day looking for jobs, applying for some long-shots, then planning a baby shower, then cleaning... And then I figured it was time to do something for me.
I'm finishing this post up as I sit on my exercise bike, watching one of my favorite episodes of firefly.
Good stuff.

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Laundry day!

Some people enjoy laundry day (Spartacus). I am not one of those people.
I came about doing the laundry after it became clear scrubbing the dishes caused the arthritis in my hands to become bitchy...therefore making me bitchy. It was a slippery slope, especially since I had much more important things to do with my hands. Like research papers. My thesis. Blogging. Anywho, laundry day isn't really a price of cake either. Luckily, I married a man who is lazier than I an on my worst lupus flare, so he's pretty okay with digging a shirt out of a very full basket of clean laundry. He's also great about lifting the hamper and baskets for me. Not long after those picture was taken this morning Kevin picked up the basket for me-dog and all-and moved it to the bedroom for me. It was pretty comical.
So, tips for the day:

• Divide up chores with your weak areas in mind. If you have tiny humans, enlist then to help. I've been meaning to get me some of those...
• Marry a great guy or gal who helps out when needed.
• But, the trick is you have to be appreciative of when they offer to help without becoming that person who expects it, then becomes all passive aggressive when help isn't offered.  I think we've all been there...
• Make sure that guy or gal is much lazier than you.  Somehow, this makes you a much more easy-going person and they won't raise an eyebrow when your dirty socks are hanging out in front of the couch.
• And finally.... Take a hint from your fur baby and take naps in the warm laundry.  

Hope everyone had a great weekend!

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