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My Life Thus Far
2005-10-28 03:39:14 (UTC)

Meatloaf and My Heating Pad

So, I ended up doing exactly what I didn't want to do.
Reward Snookums with food. I was in Wal-mart, looking
through the card section, trying to find an "I love you,
no matter what" card when my cellphone started ringing. It
was Snookums. We talked for a minute about our days and
his parting comment was "Can we have meatloaf for dinner
tonight?" I couldn't tell him no, even though meatloaf was
neither what I wanted to make nor eat tonight. I did it
anyway, though, because I love him and I want to make my
husband happy.

I tried my best to lighten it up (as best as you can
lighten a meatloaf up). I made it out of ground turkey
instead of beef and instead of eggs and bread crumbs as a
binder, I used portabello mushrooms, onions and a little
scallion. Turkey is a surprisingly moist meat and sticks
to itself rather easily anyway. I made a brown gravy to go
over it, instead of the sugary ketchup sauce his mother
always made for him. I made garlic mashed potatoes with
1/4 cup of light butter and 1 cup of 1% milk, sauteed
zuccinni and summer squash and cheese and herb garlic
bread. Of course, I only had a small portion of
everything, but Snookums pigged out. I would definitely
say he was eating to release some stress. I hate to judge
his eating habits, it is his concern after all, not mine,
but he's always complaining about not being able to lose
weight and I swear I saw him eat about 2,000 calories at
dinner tonight. Should I just let him go, or tell him how
much he's consuming? I don't want to be a nag.

Snookums thinks he did okay on the exam. The examiner told
him that 1st Class for Quartermaster is still wide open,
so they'll be promoting a lot of 2nd Classes to 1st. I
just hope Snookums is one of them. He's really got his
heart set on it. He's already talking about replacing his
pick-up with something new (not my first choice of
expenditures, but it's his truck). I think he should keep
it a bit longer, but once again, it isn't my decision. I
think I'm more attached to that truck than he is. Why, I
don't know.

Well, I'm tired and I'm ready to curl up with my heating
pad and my book. My cramps are gone, but I've come to love
the warmth of my heating pad, anyway. Does that sound
crazy? Maybe, but if I am crazy, at least I'm crazy in
comfort! Ciao.




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