May your cup overflow…

with coffee.

No but really, I’m the type of person who fills everything to the max. A boiling pot gets the whole box of noodles, a hot pan gets all of the eggs it can take (and then they normally spill all over the stove top), my four-person table fits more people than you would imagine is possible and my head just keeps everything jammed in there until I explode.

And then, some days, the noodles don’t all fit in the pot. I’m serious, today not all of the noodles fit in my pot and it made me really annoyed. Normally I’m doing spaghetti, not fettuccine, so I guess it makes sense. Thicker noodles obviously don’t fit the same as the thinner ones. Two pots of boiling water it is, but I only own one pot. So that takes longer.

Fettuccine is for the dinner party I’m hosting tonight. I need to find more chairs, there are more people coming than chairs that I own. Or plates, for that matter. Some people are just going to have to eat one thing, rinse out their bowl, then put something else in it. Suckers. Maybe I’ll make them sit on the counters. The counters (and table) currently cluttered with everything from the past week. I don’t necessarily LIKE dumping things in the kitchen, it just sort of happens that way. My front (only) door is in the kitchen and every other room in the house is up.

I love my house, it’s very narrow and adorable. I wish it were actually mine but I feel very blessed to be able to rent it for my years in Italy. The first floor is the kitchen and a small bathroom with a (currently broken) washing machine. Second floor is living room and a “study” except the study is filled with cabinets that make it too narrow for a desk or anything. But that’s fine. It’s storage space for now. Third floor is two bedrooms and a full bathroom (with a jacuzzi tub!). The “master” bedroom isn’t the one that I’m using and my landlord thinks that that is so weird. It’s bigger and it has the wardrobes! The smaller room has a skylight though and I love it more than anything. It’s tiny and cozy and that means that my (air) bed takes up more room and I don’t feel like things can/will go bump in the night as long as my door is closed.

I have a date to attend Airman Leadership School (ALS). It’s my first step towards obtaining the next rank and one of my last before I can get a certification to do my job as a civilian. I don’t think I want to do my job as a civilian. Not yet. Maybe someday, but not in the next few years. The certification would still be nice though. Just in case.

ALS is a month-long course and I about had a panic attack when I got the e-mail congratulating me for obtaining a spot in the class. Don’t get me wrong, I am very excited…it’s just a logistical nightmare since my car won’t be here (still) for another couple months. It takes place a good bit farther away from my house from work which means it’ll take at least 2 hours to bike there. It takes me an hour to bike to work. I’ll have to leave by about 0430 the first day to make sure that I’m on time and then I’ll tailor it from there. Ew. I did call and ask if they have space for me to keep my uniforms. They said that they do so that’s something anyway.

After spending the last 2 hours making rolls and chicken fettuccine, I now remember that two of my dinner guests are gluten intolerant. -_- I have edamame and mung bean noodles so that takes care of that but I don’t think I have any gluten-free flour left. Guess they don’t get rolls. Nobody’d better be lactose intolerant cuz SUCKS FOR THEM.

I lied. I have everything to make cashew cheese. Guess I’mma call everyone now and make sure.


12 thoughts on “May your cup overflow…

  1. why are you throwing dinner parties?

  2. theinfiniterally says:

    I am happily imagining your guests sitting on messy counters and eating indigestible food. I admire your sadistic spirit.

  3. ginjuh says:

    But I am allergic to cashews, so…

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