Uumph. Last day of teaching - you’d think I’d be jumping for joy. Instead, I’m tired down to my bones, and plan to sleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.
Things I Can Do In The US That I Can’t Do In Taiwan:
So, I decided to make some no-bake cookies tonight.1 I used my regular recipe, and then added a scant cup of pistachios (mmmmmm………). They’re awesome, sure, but I overboiled the chocolate before I added the oatmeal and the pistachio, so they cookies are dry and crumbly, which just bugs me to no end. Seth sees no problem (chocolate? yup. oatmeal? uh-huh. pistachios? check. awesome? you betcha.), and yeah, sure, they taste good, but they’re just. not. right. So, no recipe, since I want to make a pretty post with pictures (of proper-looking no-bakes, not dull, crumbly piles).
Anyway, we had some (very) minor issues with our tickets. We bought them through a consolidator (or something, I dunno really), and as it turns out, they’re paper tickets. Paper. I had no idea paper tickets even still existed. So, of course, those tickets need to be shipped, which brings the cost up such that any savings we realized from going through this place initially is pretty much completely obliterated. Bah. They’re on their way now, anyway (well, I think - I asked that they hold off on shipping them until Friday so that they’d be sure to arrive on a work day, since our mailing address is, uh, our work address), so it’s done.
And, yeah, that’s the news. Since I completely forgot to post yesterday, today we’ve got a double header:
Things I Can Do In The US That I Can’t Do In Taiwan:
My big birthday box from Mom got here today. Inside were things so wonderful, so needed and yearned for, I couldn’t help jumping up to go try it all out right away.
Mom sent me new clothes. When I was living in KS, this was certainly cause for happiness, but not quite the level of elation I’m getting now. But here, where everyone is freakishly tiny and I’m an XL if I’m lucky, I haven’t really found any clothes I can wear for working, and since I’ve continued to lose weight, that’s a problem. I’m down to 165ish now (and still on a downward trend), and even 12s were too lose. So, from halfway across the world, I’ve got 2 new pairs of jeans in a size 10 that fit perfectly. I’m finding that even though I’m wearing a pair right now, I can’t really believe I’m wearing a size 10 anything. I don’t remember a time that I ever wore anything smaller than a 12, and even that was a squeeze. I’m almost afraid that I’ll wake up tomorrow morning and it will all have been a dream…