Kichel (plural kichlach) is a traditional Ashkenazic Jewish sweet cracker commonly made with egg and sugar rolled out flat and cut into large diamond shapes. Although sweet they are typically eaten with a savoury dip or topping.
I don't need toppings. I just need the yummy crackery plainness goodness. It's sick. But I DID say I would eat more calories today...I just didn't mean in refined carbs.
So yes, Kichel no more.My dinner with my Mom was really pleasant. Please don't tell me I JUST updated my blog 10 minutes ago with this info? It's possible. I have Ambien, Norco, and Klonopin in my system. Meaning I should be asleep. But I decided I have German swing/jazz music to download instead. It will take another 7 years, but damnit, I want it!
So my Dad dropped me off at my Mom's. It's so funny how he shows how much he cares. He INSISTED on going into the garage instead of dropping me off at the front gate so I'd be 2 feet from the elevator. So cute.
So I was worried walking into my Mom's. You would be too, if you've been reading this. But it was like nothing had ever happened. I just fell back into place. I helped my Mom with some pasting for invitations (we used to do it together all the time, I'm gonna do it again Monday!), and then I took a nap, and then we had sushi for dinner. We all keep kosher ONCE a year. Mom ordered the shrimp, I the crab. My grandmother I dunno. But lemme tell you people.
http://www.kayasushi.com/
One in the Marina, one in El Segundo. Just...YUM.
And then back home. Said bye to Mommom. I'll see her in LESS than a month anyway. New York, YAY!
Oh, I also showered. Why do I mention that? Because as awesome as showers CAN be, they're a bit complicated these days. I basically have to try and keep my front out of the water as much as possible and still clean myself and all that. But sometimes the water is so comforting I sort of wanna curl up in it...and then I snap myself out of it. But it's nice to feel clean.
My two "hip issues" incisions are doing well. They hurt a bit today, but now I'm drugged, so no more pain, YAY!
Tomorrow's plan. I PROMISED my grandmother I'd take it easy. I MUST:
1) Finish "Persuasion". Seriously, it's a short book. What do I have against Jane Austen?
2) Pay bill to "Quest Diagnostics". They run all the blood tests.
3) Make follow-up appointment with RNY doctor in NYC. I like him better, more comprehensive blood tests.
4) Make appointment in LA for plastics followup for this upcoming week.
5) Watch ONE DVD of "How I Met Your Mother"
6) Watch an episode of Jeopardy.
God. Is this what my life has come to? I better get cleared for like, 2 mile walks soon. Please? I know, I know, don't over exert. But...seriously, that list is pathetic. Ideally I'd like to CLEAN this house (Daddy? Do you know what Scrubbing Bubbles is? You will soon).
Until then, more "chill" time of nothingness. Oh, I get to hook up the DVD player. But not neatly. Uglily. Because I can't bend to install it well. Oh, we also need Swiffer Dusters. I don't care WHAT we have already, we need to buy what I can work with. Because darnnit, this place needs work.
Part of it is "Hey, we don't have a housekeeper here anymore *insert whine*, and this place need to be decent". The other is "Please GOD, Dad, you like to invite women over for dinner. You know what they do when they pee? They inspect. Goodness knows I do. And we don't pass, I can tell you that!".
So, with that and some PMS in mind, I'll get some sleep. Protein tomorrow. HARDCORE. Or I WILL eat 4 containers of Tapioca pudding in one sitting. Really. I have to limit myself to one a day. Just so good.
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With that in mind, CRASH time. To Mozart.
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