Vegetable Curry and Espresso Chip Ice Cream. Not Necessarily In That Order.

So I guess I should start with...I love cooking. I went to this spice store called Penzey's, spent $50 (for about a dozen (?) spices, and I'm in love.

Last night's dinner was enchilada-sauce-ish (whatever) poached wild cod served over polenta.

Tonight was vegetable curry. While fiber is good, protein is too, so I will DEFINITELY add some chicken to that. But it turned out really yummy.

Today was definitely a "Why do I have to have to X chromosomes" type of day. A don't fuck with me, and "is that ice cream"? day. But life comes with ya anyway.

Dad and I had our therapy session which went truly surprisingly well. Ron later affirmed my so-called brilliance. And I need to find a new therapist here in LA who accepts my insurance so that I can work on my hostilty issues. I TOTALLY have them. Living in my Dad's house just brings it out, and while I can still be hurt and all that, it was years ago, and I don't have to hate my Dad NOW, and yell at him for things he TRULY does not remember. I'm dealing with a man who's 78 AND has Asperger's. Which he has never been told about because he's narcissistic and frankly, he's too old for behavioral therapy. So we all just have to deal. Ugh. But like I said, today's session went well, and until the next bump in the road, I need to find someone for me. He could use regular sessions with Ron, but well, Dad think's he's perfect so whatever.

So the ice cream. Last night, I got a pleasant phone call from Howard (Howie), to check up on me and he wanted to see me. I told him I wanted a cookie. He was at my door (okay, driveway) 20 mins later and we went to Diddy Reese and he got cookies and I said "Mmm, espresso chip ice cream". It's my favorite EVER. Chocolate and coffee and peanut butter. Put them in any combination, and I will eat it.

So we walked around so pleasantly. 1.5 hours later, I'm in some leather contraption...JUST KIDDING.

Okay, 1.5 hours later, we're at my house, he's talking to my Dad (they're "bonding" over being enterpreneurs") and I'm puking up the ice cream. Damn sugar content. But honestly? God, ice cream is GOOD.

He left later and I got a good night kiss. I'm sure I blushed for 10 minutes.

He's really a sweet guy. Needs to get his life together and knows it, so it's interesting. But for right now it's pleasant and I really enjoy his company. We'll see. I talked to Michelle later that nigh, agonizing over the fact that I'm NOT analyzing this. But I guess it's a good thing and my meds work, er, right?

Howie should be over maybe Saturday for a chill day of food and whatnot.

Oh, how did we meet? He held my hair back while I puked on St. Patrick's day. And he's truly a perfectly nice Jewish boy. What're the odds. Now, I just want to get to know him. Because he's passionate about his own business type thing, and given my history (read: father) with entrepreneur, I'm skeptical. But hey, gotta give it a chance, and I have no desire to "write him off" because he follows his dreams.

He joked with my Dad how "She wants to go to NY. Keep her here". I feel liked and attractive. I don't get butterflies, I get comfort. Interesting. STOP trying to analyze. With me, analysis comes naturally. When I force it, it gets awkward.

So today, post therapy, I puttered, got stuff together for the curry, and my Mom later picked me up. Came back, made the curry (um, YUM. Emily, thank you. Just. Yum). Started doing some envelopes for her, but I started passing out (I'm SO tired, thank you over-exertion), and said I was going to bed at 11. It's now 12, she's falling asleep, and I'm blogging. Weird. But I wanted to blog. Howie and I talked about how it's therapeutic and such.

Tomorrow I see Aboolian after 2 weeks. I SO need steri-strips changed, OMG. Don't ask. But I will be happy with that. I'm almost done with my 5th week post op. While in some ways it feels like forever, it also just flew by.

I'm also meeting with a new Dr. Agha my friend Cindy found. He just moved to LA May of last year so of course when I started my research, he wouldn't pop up! But no regrets, I love the work Aboolian did. But for the rest of this, he's much more affordable and his quality is excellent.

So tomorrow. 300 some-odd envelopes. A check up. Some resting. And then back to Dad's.

Dad and Barbara leave on a bike trip on late Friday. They better be quiet so I can rest and watch "How I Met Your Mother'. Priorities, people. Ha.

So the plans are:

Thursday: Work/Aboolian
Friday: Rest/Egyptian Stew Cooking/Barbara - Dinner with Barb (?) and Cindy.
Saturday: WLS Amazingness and maybe Howie for food. I like to feed, OKAY?!
Sunday: Rest and/or UCLA Book Fair which is always inspiring.
Monday: Newport Beach with Agha.
Tuesday: Rest

See, I'm RESTING. Occasionally. My body's PISSED at me. I could barely get up my driveway today. Pathetic. So I'm gonna try and rest more. I WILL. I promise. On behalf of the box of kichel that somehow disappeared (280 calories a BOX?), I will rest more.

I'm dealing with a monthly gift, so fuck it, my calories can come from carbs. And maybe some protein would be good. But I'm cranky and tired and I ideally want the entire Pepperidge farm cookie aisle about now.

Bedtime. Definitely. Lots to be done, but so much hope.