Sunday nite. So I never made the pesto. I did google how to make make pesto. I needed basil and pine nuts, Ha ha . But I drove around the stores, ok only about 5 places, looking for basil and pine nuts. If I found the basil I woulda let go of the pine nuts, maybe used walnuts which I have seen somewhere...but I never found basil. So I used a mushroom cheese sauce I had in a jar that I bought in Arizona. I sauteed onions and garlic and mushrooms. The I added a can of peas, and some fresh zucchini. It made a nice mixture. I boiled the ravioli, and it would have been better if they had meat in them instead of of cheese since the sauce was cheesy, but it tasted good. But you know what? I am like a 20 something new housewife in the 50's or the 60's or even maybe the 89's when I was a new couple living in a little rented house. But back then I was all about the party. I worked hard, overtime all the time, but even if I hadn't I still wasn't interested in cooking. I was interested in partying. Cooking took time, then you ate it, then you had to clean it up- wash all the dishes. No satisfying to me at all. So making this pasta dish the other day- driving all over the place looking for ingredients, then guessing what to use in place of missing items, then chopping and slicing, getting so many pots and pans dirty, I had bowls holding the squash, one for the peas, the onions and garlic I put together. I chased after the bread guy but I missed him looking for shoes to run outside in.
My husband is a nice guy. He came home tired, ate a plateful, said it was really good, then fell asleep on the couch. Ha ha I thought of those women who said "I slaved over a hot stove all day..."- it's not worth it. The fact is the food wasn't that great. I made some chicken a while back in the overn with potatoes and veges, poured cream of mushroom soup over it. Yeah it was good, but still I made a huge mess in the kitchen, and we have zero counter space. And I make too much- it never seems like very much but there's always leftovers that go into the fridge- and then a few days later, into Sam's bowl. Everardo is happy with whatever I cook. But for me- what FUCKING relief to say- I don't like to cook, I am not a good cook- and.....I don't care. Everardo is the guy I call stone soup- he can figure out a meal from anything- when it looks like we have nothing in the fridge, he figures out something. And I like beans. I could beans & rice every day...as long as we have a little cheese. He laughs at me cuase I don't thing there's anything that can't be made a little better with some cheese. I don't mind doing the dishes, that is I don't mind doing the dishes if I did not get them dirty, if I did not just spend "x" amount of time creating what we just ate. So, sweety pie, please do all the cooking. I do not enjoy it, I do not care about it. I can eat peanut butter and jelly 3 times a day. I mean maybe I'll give something else a try, the baked chicken again, and I'm pretty good with baked pork as well- that baking in the bag thing works pretty good. But in general- not thanx.
Last nite we had ribs. They were fabulous. We were supposed to eat the pasta as the side dish. We did not. Yes the ribs were filling, but they could have been 2 meals, maybe pulled off the bone and mixed into eggs this morning, or mixed with beans, or something- but we ate just a pile of ribs. I will dump the pasta in the morning- I think it's too thick for Sam. Oh and when I made the pasta, I made a heart shaped chocolate icing yellow cake. I melted the frosting- which was from a can- and then poured it over the cake and it looked freaking perfect! But you know what? Everardo doesn't really like sweets too much, so after the pasta he ate a pice of cake with vanilla ice cream, and saidit was good. Then never touched it again either. Well I love cake so yeaterday I had a huge piece with ice cream, and then this morning when I was having my coffee, looked at it......so I threw that away too.
It's kinda like how I don't like to clean bathrooms or the kitchen. I never liked it. When I bought my first house, at 32 years old, just me and Drewy, she was 4, I paid a lady to come once every other week to clean the kitchen and bathrooms. It was part of my budget. I gave up some things for other things, one of my priorities was I didn't want to clean my toilets. When I met my ex husband, he loved to clean...he loved to vacuum! So no more cleaning lady. A few years later when we moved to a bigger house, had 2 kids and both worked, he liked the idea and we got another cleaning lady for every week.. When we got divorced I kept having her come every other week to my new house. In Playa Venutra we paid our friend's daughter to come every other week for the same thing. Ha ha she was terrible. Her we had someone come once and then she didn't come back. Everardo did the bathrooms a couple of weeks ago and now they need it again. hmmmmm SO - I don't want to cook- so should I try cleaning? I am not working so I have to choose my priorities carefully. I choose to take Spanish lessons and that's costing me about $30 a week. Not alot of money- except with no income it's a couple of bucks. So maybe I'll do it tomorrow while Everardo is not here. I know I won't die from it, I mean we are not that messy...but when he starts making some money, ha ha I want someone...well who knows- maybe I won't hate it.
Sort of feeling frustrated...cooking and cleaning...YUCK! I have always worked, and in a lot of traditionally male roles. When I first started traveling to Asia for work, I had to push myself to the front to not be ignored by the men. I had alot of great opportunities in the area of manufacturing and did well over the years, but I was never a Secretary, never made coffee, ect. Which is fine for some, not for me. One year my boss (my best boss ever) gave me flowers of Secretary's Day, he also gave them to his administrative assistant who was very happy. But I was not his admin, I was not his assistant, and sure the hell wasn't his secretary. He could not understand why I was insulted. I was one of his managers. He had 3, 2 men and me. He did not bring them flowers. I gave mine back to him. He got really mad, and insisted I take them. I dropped them in the trash. I was called to his office where he slammed the door shut and asked me what the hell was wrong with me! I started yelling right back at him. I said I was a manager. I had people reporting to me. I made presentations to the President of the company. I represented him in company meetings. I was not his secretary. I did not do his dry cleaning or bring him coffee. He thought I was an ungrateful bitch and I told him he was an asshole moron. I walked out of his office and back to my cubicle to work. A few minutes later he called me back in. He got it. He understood. He apologized. He got how much he disrespected me and how much it pissed me off (hurt me really). I thanked him for the apology. I got back to work. He stayed my favorite boss.
Anyway I didn't have the greatest day today. I felt useless, and I'm tired of cleaning. Then late in the day Everardo said hey let's go to the movies so we did. We saw a bizarre movie call DJango...a weird western before the civil war. Kinda ok, but too long and a shitty ending. The theater was funny- you couldn't go into the theaters until 5 minutes before the movie started, so everyone was standing around in the lobby. There was no butter for the popcorn, but the hot dogs were good. They give you these plastic holders for your popcorn and drinks, and after the movie, you can't walk back out thru the lobby, you go down near the screen and out a back door so you walk along a cement hallway behind the screens, but at least there were restrooms...and then you walked further and came out in the underground parking lot, where they have security people. So we decided ice cream would be good, so drove to the Thrifty by the malecon, and heard music and saw cars so parked and walked down there...at the end where there's a big patio- the place where they had music and dancing on Valentine's Day- there were alot of people, and 3 or 4 different sets of guys playing music and people standing around...kids running everywhere, people drinking next to their cars, vendors with everything, lots of people drinking...Poppi says that's Sunday nites from here on out. Families just come to hang out, young people to hang around, like I said, people drinking, some guys with drums and trumpets, some other guys with a sax and guitars, just sort of a party atmosphere. So we walked around a little, ate some peanuts, watched some people dancing, and then called it a nite...oh and of course got ice cream on the way back to the car.
I'm half ass planning to get back to exercising tomorrow, cough or not, even if it's just 15 min. BUt without the self imposed pressure of getting up early to be done by 8:30 am to make my 10 am meeting, and then have nothing the rest of the day. I'll go to my meeting, then come home and exercise, shower, look over the stuff for Tues Spanish class and English class, maybe take Sam down to the beach...but in any order I feel like. I feel like I;ve been trying to prove something (again)...basically to me..and man- I just want to be me. Happy, chubby, learning, teaching, healthy...who knows....
My husband is a nice guy. He came home tired, ate a plateful, said it was really good, then fell asleep on the couch. Ha ha I thought of those women who said "I slaved over a hot stove all day..."- it's not worth it. The fact is the food wasn't that great. I made some chicken a while back in the overn with potatoes and veges, poured cream of mushroom soup over it. Yeah it was good, but still I made a huge mess in the kitchen, and we have zero counter space. And I make too much- it never seems like very much but there's always leftovers that go into the fridge- and then a few days later, into Sam's bowl. Everardo is happy with whatever I cook. But for me- what FUCKING relief to say- I don't like to cook, I am not a good cook- and.....I don't care. Everardo is the guy I call stone soup- he can figure out a meal from anything- when it looks like we have nothing in the fridge, he figures out something. And I like beans. I could beans & rice every day...as long as we have a little cheese. He laughs at me cuase I don't thing there's anything that can't be made a little better with some cheese. I don't mind doing the dishes, that is I don't mind doing the dishes if I did not get them dirty, if I did not just spend "x" amount of time creating what we just ate. So, sweety pie, please do all the cooking. I do not enjoy it, I do not care about it. I can eat peanut butter and jelly 3 times a day. I mean maybe I'll give something else a try, the baked chicken again, and I'm pretty good with baked pork as well- that baking in the bag thing works pretty good. But in general- not thanx.
Last nite we had ribs. They were fabulous. We were supposed to eat the pasta as the side dish. We did not. Yes the ribs were filling, but they could have been 2 meals, maybe pulled off the bone and mixed into eggs this morning, or mixed with beans, or something- but we ate just a pile of ribs. I will dump the pasta in the morning- I think it's too thick for Sam. Oh and when I made the pasta, I made a heart shaped chocolate icing yellow cake. I melted the frosting- which was from a can- and then poured it over the cake and it looked freaking perfect! But you know what? Everardo doesn't really like sweets too much, so after the pasta he ate a pice of cake with vanilla ice cream, and saidit was good. Then never touched it again either. Well I love cake so yeaterday I had a huge piece with ice cream, and then this morning when I was having my coffee, looked at it......so I threw that away too.
It's kinda like how I don't like to clean bathrooms or the kitchen. I never liked it. When I bought my first house, at 32 years old, just me and Drewy, she was 4, I paid a lady to come once every other week to clean the kitchen and bathrooms. It was part of my budget. I gave up some things for other things, one of my priorities was I didn't want to clean my toilets. When I met my ex husband, he loved to clean...he loved to vacuum! So no more cleaning lady. A few years later when we moved to a bigger house, had 2 kids and both worked, he liked the idea and we got another cleaning lady for every week.. When we got divorced I kept having her come every other week to my new house. In Playa Venutra we paid our friend's daughter to come every other week for the same thing. Ha ha she was terrible. Her we had someone come once and then she didn't come back. Everardo did the bathrooms a couple of weeks ago and now they need it again. hmmmmm SO - I don't want to cook- so should I try cleaning? I am not working so I have to choose my priorities carefully. I choose to take Spanish lessons and that's costing me about $30 a week. Not alot of money- except with no income it's a couple of bucks. So maybe I'll do it tomorrow while Everardo is not here. I know I won't die from it, I mean we are not that messy...but when he starts making some money, ha ha I want someone...well who knows- maybe I won't hate it.
Sort of feeling frustrated...cooking and cleaning...YUCK! I have always worked, and in a lot of traditionally male roles. When I first started traveling to Asia for work, I had to push myself to the front to not be ignored by the men. I had alot of great opportunities in the area of manufacturing and did well over the years, but I was never a Secretary, never made coffee, ect. Which is fine for some, not for me. One year my boss (my best boss ever) gave me flowers of Secretary's Day, he also gave them to his administrative assistant who was very happy. But I was not his admin, I was not his assistant, and sure the hell wasn't his secretary. He could not understand why I was insulted. I was one of his managers. He had 3, 2 men and me. He did not bring them flowers. I gave mine back to him. He got really mad, and insisted I take them. I dropped them in the trash. I was called to his office where he slammed the door shut and asked me what the hell was wrong with me! I started yelling right back at him. I said I was a manager. I had people reporting to me. I made presentations to the President of the company. I represented him in company meetings. I was not his secretary. I did not do his dry cleaning or bring him coffee. He thought I was an ungrateful bitch and I told him he was an asshole moron. I walked out of his office and back to my cubicle to work. A few minutes later he called me back in. He got it. He understood. He apologized. He got how much he disrespected me and how much it pissed me off (hurt me really). I thanked him for the apology. I got back to work. He stayed my favorite boss.
Anyway I didn't have the greatest day today. I felt useless, and I'm tired of cleaning. Then late in the day Everardo said hey let's go to the movies so we did. We saw a bizarre movie call DJango...a weird western before the civil war. Kinda ok, but too long and a shitty ending. The theater was funny- you couldn't go into the theaters until 5 minutes before the movie started, so everyone was standing around in the lobby. There was no butter for the popcorn, but the hot dogs were good. They give you these plastic holders for your popcorn and drinks, and after the movie, you can't walk back out thru the lobby, you go down near the screen and out a back door so you walk along a cement hallway behind the screens, but at least there were restrooms...and then you walked further and came out in the underground parking lot, where they have security people. So we decided ice cream would be good, so drove to the Thrifty by the malecon, and heard music and saw cars so parked and walked down there...at the end where there's a big patio- the place where they had music and dancing on Valentine's Day- there were alot of people, and 3 or 4 different sets of guys playing music and people standing around...kids running everywhere, people drinking next to their cars, vendors with everything, lots of people drinking...Poppi says that's Sunday nites from here on out. Families just come to hang out, young people to hang around, like I said, people drinking, some guys with drums and trumpets, some other guys with a sax and guitars, just sort of a party atmosphere. So we walked around a little, ate some peanuts, watched some people dancing, and then called it a nite...oh and of course got ice cream on the way back to the car.
I'm half ass planning to get back to exercising tomorrow, cough or not, even if it's just 15 min. BUt without the self imposed pressure of getting up early to be done by 8:30 am to make my 10 am meeting, and then have nothing the rest of the day. I'll go to my meeting, then come home and exercise, shower, look over the stuff for Tues Spanish class and English class, maybe take Sam down to the beach...but in any order I feel like. I feel like I;ve been trying to prove something (again)...basically to me..and man- I just want to be me. Happy, chubby, learning, teaching, healthy...who knows....
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