I got bored last weekend.

I took pictures.

Not even good ones.

Just sloppy ones.

But, eh? When you see what they’re pictures of- it won’t be that big of a deal anyway.

I do lots of cooking for the week on Sundays in an effort to eat healthily (um, except for some reason this weekend I forgot that was the plan. Boo.). Will, God love him, is not into this lifestyle.

But we’ll get to all that later.

Anyway- here’s a peek into my fridge and some of the things I have in my house most of the time. I’m thinking at the end of this post you’re going to have to share the randomness in yours.

So here we go.

Oh- actually wait.

My fridge, as you can see below, is a MESS. A big one. Remember a few posts down how I talked about how my house used to be immaculate until I started school? Yeah, the fridge is part of that. Ooh! I’m cleaning it in July. Maybe if I remember we’ll capture that in pictures too!

Um, on second thought… nah.

Welcome to my refrigerator!

And my freezer!

I keep this edamame on hand most of the time. They come in individual microwavable bags that are so so great. I make them a lot when Will and I go to the movies. He used to be embarrassed when I’d literally whip out a bag of soybeans- with a separate bag to throw away the pods.

But now he just comes to expect the humiliation.

I figure it’s better than licking the butter from his popcorn bag, or even worse, eating tons and leaving him with the tiny annoying pieces at the bottom that everyone hates. So really, it’s a win-win for both of us.

I LOVE these things. I always have them in my house for a million different uses. I add them to yogurt, oatmeal, use them for smoothies, eat them plain and frozen… you get the idea.

I always have a giant five pound bag of fish in my house at all times. Will hates fish, so it’s all mine. I made the mistake of getting whiting this past time and I don’t think I’ll do it again. I usually get tilapia or cod. Occassionally salmon or tuna. I eat fish several times a week so I go through a bag really fast!

I wish I could get Will to like ground turkey. He’s never tried it because he thinks he won’t like it. He’s very picky. And it annoys me. But at the same time allows me to eat healthy. But we’ll get to that later. Oh- and we’ll get to what this turkey made later too!

Yep. Braum’s ice cream. I know it says frozen yogurt, which would make you think that it’s mine, but it’s actually Will’s. This flavor was definitely not their best, so this has actually been sitting in the freezer for a while. Nice.

This pizza is definitely not something I’d typically buy because Will won’t eat it- “because it’s that healthy crap.” I, however, think it sounds really good. Want to come over and share it with me?

I really like these veggies. They’re supposed to be two servings (what a joke, right?), but I always eat one whole one. They’re only about 100 calories for the whole thing, so it’s definitely healthy too. And good with fish.

Ah stir fry. Something Will actually eats in here!

Let’s dig through my fridge now, shall we?

I buy three containers of this stuff every week. Greek yogurt is so good for you and has so much more protein than regular yogurt. I buy the plain and use it for everything! As a substitute for sour cream, with protein powder, for my smoothies, mixed with my frozen berries, plain with cinnamon and splenda… you get the point.

Yes. I literally open my fridge and am faced with this temptation EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. It’s tough, I’m not going to lie. I put one in Will’s lunch everyday (remember that part earlier where I told you he doesn’t eat healthy?) And everyday I do so, those candy bars call out to me. Especially the Three Musketeers. They act all self righteous and healthy since they’re a “low fat” candy bar. Who do those guys think they are anyway!?

Ah yes, let’s look down a bit into the crisper! Lots of goodies here! I had lots of salads this past week, complete with all sorts of yummy stuff.

Ooh! And this week’s protein shake! This made four days worth of shakes (at 238 calories a piece and about 20 grams of protein. Yay!). I love the purple-y pink color.

Ah yes, my dear friend. The protein powder. Without getting into exercise and protein consumption and blah, blah, blah boring you a lot (ha- as if this whole post wasn’t doing the trick anyway!), this stuff is great.

Especially when coupled with this. Trust me. You can’t do a high protein diet without this stuff. No need to elaborate, right?

And finally, my mini turkey meatloaves! I made these last weekend and have eaten them all week. I made the baby ones on the left as snacks. I just think they’re so darn cute and had to share.

So there you have it, my fridge. Whatcha got cookin’ out of yours? I’m coming over! 

I literally sat in dog puke for an hour last night.

It was only when I got up and Will looked at the couch and said, “I think a dog threw up a little on the couch!” that I realized that a dog had in fact thrown up.

And I had sat in it.

For at least an hour.

And had no clue.

It’s been one of those days all week…

(and I’m done with my class next week which means I owe you a really big giant update)

Okay- before we go any further. stop what you’re doing, and go read the third bullet here.

You’re thinking, “Eh- there’s no need for me to go read that post. I hate reading linked posts. I know you’re type.

I’m your type. I get it.

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Okay, now that you’re back and get that I’m completely crazy (you know… incase the above outburst wasn’t telling enough), here’s something that might make you laugh a little this fine Monday morning.

Monday

Tuesday

Wedneday

Thursday

I was running pretty late that day therefore did not have time to document that yes, I did bloody hell remember to unplug the straightener.

Friday

Now- don’t be fooled. I know at first glance you’re thinking, “Hey! That’s the exact same picture!” Only it’s not. Trust me, it’s not.

Let’s take a closer look, shall we?

Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thursday

Mission Failure.

Friday

I woke to Boz violently gagging at 1:42 a.m. this morning.

Turns out the kid had barfed everywhere.

Oh sorry- not everywhere. That would imply that there was no place for me to step, or that I needed a fire hose to adequately clean my house.

That was not the case.

He did, however, puke six different times, in six different places.

That was fun.

Especially in the middle of the night.

It was like an early Easter egg hunt.

Only there was most definitely no chocolate bunny at the end of the trail.

Happy Friday! 

I have not forgotten about you sweet blog! Quite the contrary.

Contrary?

Who says contrary?

I mean, besides 80 year old librarians and Mary Poppins.

Quite the contrary.

Nice.

I wonder if I’ve ever said, “quite the contrary” on this blog before?

If I was feeling proactive, I’d do a search.

But I’m not.

Plus I’m pretty sure I haven’t. I mean- I’ve posted about this and this and even this on here. There’s no way I’m saying something all formal and serious like “quite the contrary” on this blog.

I know what it is, though.

It’s school.

You start graduate school and all of a sudden start annoying the crap out of everyone around you-

To include yourself.

All of a sudden you become a deep critical thinker, analyzing each and every thing. From the way the news anchor says “could,” to the way the back of the ceral box reads. Everything suddenly has deeper meaning and absolutely can’t be taken at face value.

“You’re telling me you’re hungry… but are you really hungry? What is hunger? Do you speak of spiritual hunger? Academic hunger?...”

See? Annoying. Turns out Will was just hungry. In the very literal, “Whataburger with cheese and a large fry” sort of way.

BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT “I’M HUNGRY” MEANS.

And then you start saying stupidly long ridiculous words you’d never normally say in casual conversations with friends. Words like loquacious or nefarious. Who the hell says loquacious when they’re talking about football coaches!?

No one!

And then at some point you realize, “Hmm… someone just saw me blow a giant bubble with my watermelon Hubba Bubba bubble gum. Something seems incongruent here.”

Incongruent!?!

There you go again!

Let’s put it this way- if I’m not annoying you yet, I’m annoying everyone around me. And if I’m not annoying those people yet (and trust me- I am. I really, really am)? Well, I’m annoying myself. Moreso than normal. 

I’m not sure what hurts the most- introducing incredibly unnecessary words into my previously limited vocabulary as well as analyzing every.single.thing.ever-

or knowing I have over a year left of this scholastic pain.

Definitely the last one.

I am indubitably convinced it is the latter.

It only took us almost seven years, but Will and I recently joined the league of married adults- actually… adults in general- and purchased our first alarm clock.

Yep. Seven years. No alarm.

Weirdos.

We’ve used each of our phones as our alarms throughout our entire marriage, but after a couple of malfunctions we decided we probably should grow up and get a freaking alarm clock so we can slam the crap out of the snooze button in style.

I suddenly feel much more responsible and self aware. As if I’ll be on time to all events now. All because of our alarm clock.

I’m lying.

I just seemed like the right thing to say.

Speaking of time. I’m not making good use of mine.

Well… I guess I wouldn’t go that far. Blogging is defintiely good use of my time!

However, I could probably make better use of my time by working on this stupid paper I have to do for school.

That’s what I need. A life alarm. Like one that has my entire day rigidly scheduled- 2 hours for my paper, 1 hour 8 minutes to get ready in the morning, 13 minutes to post to my blog.

How great/annoying would that be?

Instead I’m forced to be my own time manager.

Which means I probably need to stop droning on about alarm clocks and start droning on about cyber bullying. Both equally entertaining. Ha.

More to come…

I start school today.

UGH.

The break was so so wonderful.

Remind me again why I’m willingly doing this?

Don’t bother. I have to go read now.

Fluorescent lights should be banned.

They make things stark and raw and wrinkled and highlight all negatives and no positives.

What good are they!?

I know I’m tired. I know my eyes are droopy. I know my skin isn’t always perfect. Must the terrible lighting in my office remind me of such things!?

Seriously.

From now on I say we institute a soft lighting such as those at romantic restaurants. I’m sure in time our eyes will adjust to starting at computer screens in such dim lighting.

And even if they don’t?

Who cares! At least we’ll look fabulous. 

Literally.

Remember just this past week when I said that one of my resolutions was to put away laundry as soon as a load is done?

As you can see, I’m failing.

I will say, however, my dishes have not been left in the sink once this week! So- at least we’re halfway on our way to success.

Rome wasn’t built in a day.

But really, Brittny- putting laundry away isn’t that hard! Here’s to hoping I’m more successful this weekend. 

I’m sitting here watching Will down a giant glass of egg nog and am shaking my head.

The stuff is so thick that you practically need a spoon to get it out of the carton. I feel as though it would be much better frozen. At least it would be the right consistency. When it’s a liquid, is it a drink or a meal? It’s so confusing!