I was eating a bagel that didn’t have enough cream cheese and drinking coffee. Sitting in the front chair in the living room, watching a show on Netflix that is just torture to watch.
Zumbo’s Just Desserts is awful, like a train wreck and I can’t not look. His desserts may be amazing, but his personality is not. He’s alright, but to have a tv show of your own, a BIG PERSONALITY is what makes it come alive. He’s kind of a dud when he’s on screen.
The part I dislike so much about this show, is what they put the two bottom scoring contestants through. A crazy, multi multi stage massive project. These are wayyy over the top, perhaps what Zumbo himself is known for. However, these are the weakest contestants, and it’s generally a train wreck to watch. It’s not so much who does the best, it’s who manages to not be the worst. They look like they want to cry in frustration, knowing defeat is staring them right in the eyes. But instead they’re in front of cameras in a tv studio kitchen, smile! Look like you’re enjoying yourself, say something clever to the camera. I couldn’t do it, it would be miserable beyond compare. The episode I finished this morning, Patricia I think it was, almost cried. I don’t blame her and for all I know the previous contestants had their near tears edited out.
It’s now the trashiest show I watch. A train wreck of emotions and the desserts are so over the top, it’s like aversion therapy for me – I don’t want desserts after watching these monstrosities. I’ll keep watching until I start to lose respect for myself.
I was just getting dressed. Had my snooze button nagging me since 8:15am. Bed felt good and there was nothing pushing me out of it. Hopefully Steven has coffee ready for me downstairs, he always does and I appreciate it, I never assume or take it for granted.
I was at work and actually working! Who knew such a thing could happen? Travel arrangements! Well, just the hotel for now, and collecting information to get the board of directors registered for a banking convention. And yes, all the pictures of people leading this event are all white males. Surprise surprise (not)
Snow storm day! office closed early and to home I went. First the grocery store and then to pick up the husband from the train station. I essentially had all the ingredients to make beef stew except beef broth. While at the store I got that plus mushrooms (they were on sale) and a nice loaf of ciabatta.
At 3:30 when my alert went off, I was getting this picture of Mungo with nice light be the snowy window.
I’m at work but was working on my Statistics class. When my alert went off, I was studying this problem:
It wasn’t hard, but I was carefully reading through it to be sure that I understood the table of data and I was clear on the question.
I was sitting in the corduroy throne with my iPad and chatting with Steven. I failed to note what we were talking about because I’m writing this hours later. So much for thinking “I can remember”. Note to Self: don’t trust yourself when it comes to memory.
I was supposed to go to the gym early this morning, but after it took me over an hour, almost 90 minutes to fall asleep last night – I turned off my alarm and took what sleep I could.
Frustrated with my Statistics and learning R class. I’m just not getting the R part. Wahhh, I’m $50 into it and I don’t want to be a failure but I just might be too dumb for this. I guess I can struggle along until the next payment is due and see where I am and decide then if it’s do-able.
At 2:15pm I was rummaging through my yarn to start a new knitting project, I want and need to do something FUN. Time to do a swatch and learn a new stitch.
Not the site, but me. I was hit with food poisoning and felt like crap if I wasn’t actively emptying my digestive system from both ends of my body.
My last words before I hit publish, but didn’t three days ago. I’ve had a house of sickness. First me, then my husband, then my son and I’ve been warning my daughter that she’s next.
I also got confirmation that it wasn’t food poisoning. It was the Norovirus, and what a miserable experience. I only know it was Noro because I saw a nurse practitioner and, she like me, thought it best to have my stool analyzed. I was previously hit with C Diff, and that can flare up again. It very much felt/resemble/smelled like C Diff again. But the results came back earlier today, and it was not C Diff, but Norovirus.
I’ll start Some Random Kim again with the new year. I’ll be brand new.
One of my latest random times! I have the times chosen randomly from 8am to 10pm.
I’m on my laptop, was updating my calendar to reflect all the things I’m doing tomorrow. I essentially am moving and doing something for every minute from 8am until 5pm except for one 30 minute window between 10:30am and 11am. I’m taking my husband to the train at 8, going to the Y by 8:30, doing about 1 hour and 40 minutes of exercise and then I hope to get some time in the steam room, and then I have to leave by 11, for an eye exam at 11:30. Be outta there by 12, get a quick lunch somewhere, and then get myself to LGA (or maybe Brooklyn to pick up Steven) and then get the kids, and then back home, hopefully by 5/5:30. Ugh. At least we’re planning on take out pizza tomorrow.
So here I am, at my desk, taking a break from my Probability and Statistics class. I was reading an article about the research of what makes some men sexual harassers. It’s very interesting and is from The Washington Post.