I may not know how to cook many meals.
But the one thing I can cook is lasagna.
Unfortunately, I can't cook it often.
The calories have been adding up for me.
Around this time last year, I was losing loads of weight.
I was getting scared about losing too much weight.
I was weighing less than I had when I was a teenager.
A former neighbor lady... I see her on the bus sometimes.
She said "You put on weight." *Sigh* " Yes I did."
She said "You look healthy." I guess I wasn't looking healthy before.
Eating more is an understatement.
At my folks' place for my boyfriend's birthday dinner,
my boyfriend and I ate a lot. So much so
that my mother asked me if I was pregnant.
Can't I get my appetite back without being asked if I am pregnant? Geez.
I said no, but I should have jokingly asked her if SHE was.
It's like the people who see my horrendous acne and say things like:
"What happened to your face?!"
I understand kids asking or saying something,
because they are only kids, but when adults do it...
It bothers me, but not much I can do about it.
Obviously it isn't polite to ask someone about their skin condition like that.
When it was really bad before, I could not go ANYWHERE
without someone asking me: "What happened to your face?!"
It was a pretty depressing time.
This isn't as bad, this time, but it was pretty bad again.
Nobody at work asked me about it this time.
They are the ones I will miss. They realize there is more to life
and to a person than what is on the surface.
Anyway, I started talking about lasagna.
Then got side tracked explaining why I try not to eat too much of it.
(Even though you definitely do not need to twist my arm to eat it.)
I was going to say that life is like a lasagna. Lots of layers.
Some layers yummier than others, but all together makes it what it is.
Was watching a video about some dude who was making a floating island.
Out of recycled materials. Then putting a layer of earth over it.
Creating layers of those on top of each other.
He compared it to lasagna.
Which got me thinking that life, itself, is like a lasagna. Layers and layers.
Speaking of layers, it is starting to get colder in Ottawa.
Looks like Summer is over and Fall is on its way.
Which is fine with me. My knitting and crochet binge will start up again.
My cat will be happier, too.
She gave me such a sad look when I left for work today.
At work, I had to give some training to a lady who will be replacing me.
Which is fine. Only I forgot to show her some things.
I think she will do well though.
We were talking and she mentioned that she has been married for 30 years.
And she has been in Canada for 30 years.
She said she met her husband in Italy.
It is neat getting to meet my replacement.
I can imagine her doing my job while I am no longer there.
She said she didn't like washing the windows.
Which was the only 'fun' part.
Also, it meant I was almost done the shift.
She said she didn't like the spiders out there, or their webs.
I just said "I ignore them, and they ignore me."
Besides, there is only one big one out there and I know where his web is.
I think it would be funny if they just watched me wash windows every night,
and wonder what the point was to what I was doing.
My boyfriend insisted he would be "fine" without a sweater after work.
This is not t-shirt weather at night anymore.
It's like "Dammit! I wish I had some mittens."
The coldest he has ever experienced was -10C.
It gets -30C on really cold days here.
I keep telling him it gets COLD here.
But he won't understand until he experiences an Ottawa winter.
We are talking snow-boarding down the street.
(Another Ottawa boarding vid)
Periodic ice storms. Frost bite warnings...
Vancouver winter is like an extended Fall.
Rain, lots of it, but +5C and warmer when it was -30C here.
I was so jealous of him last winter, but now he gets to feel my pain.
Last year, close to Christmas it got to (I think) +20C for one day.
Then we got snow right after Christmas.
I know a lot of people prefer to have snow for Christmas.
I prefer having a warmer Christmas, without snow.
When people are dreaming of a white Christmas,
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas.
Christmas and snow remind me of that character
on Three's Company named Chrissy.
Her full name on the show was actually Christmas Snow.
They just called her Chrissy for short.
But the one thing I can cook is lasagna.
Unfortunately, I can't cook it often.
The calories have been adding up for me.
Around this time last year, I was losing loads of weight.
I was getting scared about losing too much weight.
I was weighing less than I had when I was a teenager.
A former neighbor lady... I see her on the bus sometimes.
She said "You put on weight." *Sigh* " Yes I did."
She said "You look healthy." I guess I wasn't looking healthy before.
Eating more is an understatement.
At my folks' place for my boyfriend's birthday dinner,
my boyfriend and I ate a lot. So much so
that my mother asked me if I was pregnant.
Can't I get my appetite back without being asked if I am pregnant? Geez.
I said no, but I should have jokingly asked her if SHE was.
It's like the people who see my horrendous acne and say things like:
"What happened to your face?!"
I understand kids asking or saying something,
because they are only kids, but when adults do it...
It bothers me, but not much I can do about it.
Obviously it isn't polite to ask someone about their skin condition like that.
When it was really bad before, I could not go ANYWHERE
without someone asking me: "What happened to your face?!"
It was a pretty depressing time.
This isn't as bad, this time, but it was pretty bad again.
Nobody at work asked me about it this time.
They are the ones I will miss. They realize there is more to life
and to a person than what is on the surface.
Anyway, I started talking about lasagna.
Then got side tracked explaining why I try not to eat too much of it.
(Even though you definitely do not need to twist my arm to eat it.)
I was going to say that life is like a lasagna. Lots of layers.
Some layers yummier than others, but all together makes it what it is.
Was watching a video about some dude who was making a floating island.
Out of recycled materials. Then putting a layer of earth over it.
Creating layers of those on top of each other.
He compared it to lasagna.
Which got me thinking that life, itself, is like a lasagna. Layers and layers.
Speaking of layers, it is starting to get colder in Ottawa.
Looks like Summer is over and Fall is on its way.
Which is fine with me. My knitting and crochet binge will start up again.
My cat will be happier, too.
She gave me such a sad look when I left for work today.
At work, I had to give some training to a lady who will be replacing me.
Which is fine. Only I forgot to show her some things.
I think she will do well though.
We were talking and she mentioned that she has been married for 30 years.
And she has been in Canada for 30 years.
She said she met her husband in Italy.
It is neat getting to meet my replacement.
I can imagine her doing my job while I am no longer there.
She said she didn't like washing the windows.
Which was the only 'fun' part.
Also, it meant I was almost done the shift.
She said she didn't like the spiders out there, or their webs.
I just said "I ignore them, and they ignore me."
Besides, there is only one big one out there and I know where his web is.
I think it would be funny if they just watched me wash windows every night,
and wonder what the point was to what I was doing.
My boyfriend insisted he would be "fine" without a sweater after work.
This is not t-shirt weather at night anymore.
It's like "Dammit! I wish I had some mittens."
The coldest he has ever experienced was -10C.
It gets -30C on really cold days here.
I keep telling him it gets COLD here.
But he won't understand until he experiences an Ottawa winter.
We are talking snow-boarding down the street.
(Another Ottawa boarding vid)
Periodic ice storms. Frost bite warnings...
Vancouver winter is like an extended Fall.
Rain, lots of it, but +5C and warmer when it was -30C here.
I was so jealous of him last winter, but now he gets to feel my pain.
Last year, close to Christmas it got to (I think) +20C for one day.
Then we got snow right after Christmas.
I know a lot of people prefer to have snow for Christmas.
I prefer having a warmer Christmas, without snow.
When people are dreaming of a white Christmas,
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas.
Christmas and snow remind me of that character
on Three's Company named Chrissy.
Her full name on the show was actually Christmas Snow.
They just called her Chrissy for short.
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