The black beans were kind of difficult to mash, not at all like pinto beans! I mashed about 2 cups separated into thirds in a shallow, square tupperware container with a regular fork. I couldn't believe I had made an entire bag of beans without realizing I don't own a masher. Maybe it would have been easier if I had a masher, ha ha ha! They looked really weird and dry and I decided they wouldn't work in a burrito at all, so I went to my freezer to see if I could find something to moisten and bind them. I was looking for ground beef or something but saw I had a whole package of chorizo. If you don't know what chorizo is I'm going to tell you to look it up and don't tell me because I don't want to know. All I care about is that it is a pork product and it is spicy. I defrosted the first half and cooked it then threw in the beans. It was delicious! Remember, we had them with cheddar cheese and corn tortillas. I limited hubby to 4, I think, and I had the same. When Andrew came home - he always tells me the house smells good from dinner - he cut some cheese slices and warmed the tortillas.
This morning I put the left-overs [about a half cups worth] into four scrambled eggs. I make my scrambled eggs with a small amount of milk and no seasonings. That was split in two and we had green grapes on the side with chocolate milk. No, it was not healthy chocolate milk, like Ovaltine, it was just Hershey's syrup in skim milk. [Ovaltine is about $4 a can, and Herheys is only $1.50] Andrews tea pitcher was empty and he was out of the pomegranate-blueberry juice he likes, AND he doesn't like regular milk, so I made him chocolate milk. I knew it would also prevent an argument about the grapes on the side [the fact that they are there would have been the argument]. Ha ha, and people think I'm too young to have kids. Bring it on! I also had chocolate milk, even though I don't like Hersheys milk, because of the irritation in my throat from being sick [I have a cough remember]. It would have left a nasty taste and feeling in my chest and throat. Since Andrew is also sick, I took a sip from his to see if I could handle my own glass before I made it, ha ha ha. I could only drink half of it so I gave the rest to him, which of course he didn't mind. Actually, now that I think about it, I didn't ask if he minded. Well, that was kind of rude of me, oops!
Today is actually Andrews day off, but he decided to go in at eleven and get some extra hours. So by the time he left, I was very ready for a nap. **Now I have a HUGE dislike for my upstairs neighbor. He is a nice guy, as far as I can tell, but very inconsiderate in my opinion. Kind of in a normal, manish way though, if you know what I mean. Loud T.V. and music during the day is basically my problem. [or his, whichever way you prefer to look at it] We don't have many problems with noise at night. Now, the reason I have a problem with his otherwise normal noise, is because I need quiet to sleep. If there is a T.V. on my brain will follow the conversation and being pregnant my mind is already hard enough to shut off.** Today was such a day that I desperately needed a nap, [I had a headache, my eyes were starting to hurt, and it was making me nauseous.] and I could not because the neighbor decided he wanted to listen to 3 hours of the same CD, which was full of loud Mexican music. I could hear all the lyrics perfectly and my bed was vibrating to the "too loud it was fuzzy" bass beat. I do not find this soothing, I find it a terrible nuisance. Anyway, I tried putting on classical music - I could not put it loud enough to drown out his music, plus with different beats it was more annoying than just his music. I tried ignoring it, but started to cry out of frustration, and because my head hurt so bad, so I took a hot shower. My head started feeling better but his music was still on when I got out so I went to make a sandwich and he turned it of right when I sat down to eat. Yay! Except for the fact that now I was too awake to try to nap. *sigh* Oh, well.At least I didn't shoot his stereo. Like I said, the neighbor is nice enough, it's his stereo that I hate.
About 2 hours ago, I found out that my childhood best friend is throwing me a baby shower. I started crying really hard because I think she is the perfect person. We have a loooooong history and just recently reconnected. This is such a historically sentimental gesture, I wonder if anyone understands why it made me cry. Basically, we used to play house, dress-up, and talked about our first crushes and marriage together. Who better than the person who knows exactly why this moment and time in your life is important to you? It's not just a baby shower to me. It's everything and it represents everything. I don't think even my husband understands the importance, completely. If she is here in town for her first baby, you can guarantee I will be throwing her first baby shower.
My best friend, Daniella [in case you don't remember] just delivered her baby boy, 5lbs 8oz. His lungs are not fully developed and so he was having trouble breathing alone at first, but they think he will be healthy enough to go home in regular time [3days] I have said a prayer for her already. She delivered via C-section and is doing great. He was 8 weeks early and they have not picked a name yet. Heck, they don't even have all of the baby stuff yet, like a car seat, poor mama. She is so happy he is finally here though and she can't wait to see her daughter [14 months] and introduce her new brother. Her daughter is quite the attention queen and so this is going to be interesting to watch. I will definitely be asking her about sibling rivalry later, since hers will get there first and it might be different than the twins rivalry.
