The Queen of Drama

by Holly on May 13, 2010

in breakfast,dinner,eating out,Indian,lunch

During the worst three years of my life, also known as middle school, my mom went to visit her sister in Seattle for a couple days. Us four loving daughters brimmed with anticipation as Mama Everythingtarian stepped through our dingy gray garage door and arrived back on home turf – partially because I am sure we had in fact missed our mom but also because we knew she had come bearing gifts.

Yes, gifts. Thankfully, she was not bearing a fifth daughter.

With my extreme adolescent insecurities raging at an all-time high (my button-down, collared denim jean shirt didn’t help the situation), you can imagine my utter disbelief when my mom presented me with my gift: a t-shirt sporting this lovely logo…

“I thought of you when I saw it,” Mama Everythingtarian said laughing. “Isn’t it funny?”

“Funny?  You call this funny?  Mom…I am NOT a drama queen!  I have no idea what you are talking about. I mean, is this seriously how you think of me?  I should have known better – I always knew I was your least favorite daughter!!!”

I huffed and puffed.

I stomped down the stairs.

I slammed my bedroom door shut.

And I buried my frizzy afro in my pillow.

Take that mom.

And yes, more than 12 years later, I see the irony in that situation.

Perhaps it is true…I am a bit of a drama queen. I make mountains out of molehills. I like to freak out about things that really have no bearing whatsoever on my life.  Occasionally, I will cause a scene and blame my older sister for all my personal issues, because she forced me to dance to George Michael’s “I Want Your Sex” instead of giving me The Real McCoy’s “I Saw the Sign” growing up.

I mean, it’s not dramatic if it’s the truth.


Right, girls?

Anyways, throughout the years, I’ve realized I expend way too much energy on being dramatic. Quite frankly, if I continue at this rate much longer, my brain may turn into mush. Hopefully, if that is to happen, it will be banana mush.

Thanks to reader Ashley (hey lady!), I can officially say I am in love with heated banana mush. Specifically, banana mush cooked in the microwave for 20 seconds before being smothered on AB+J toast. And I’m not being dramatic about that at all.

What I can be dramatic about is that I ran 3 miles with Brett this morning at 6:45am (okay, it was more like 7am – I was late) and could not muster up even an ounce of Everythingtarian energy to pack a lunch using the measly amount of food and pantry items left in my apartment.

I mean, isn’t working out supposed to GIVE you energy?

I digress, out of purely dramatic reasons of course.

  • spinach
  • carrots
  • green peppers
  • beets
  • banana peppers
  • chickpeas
  • cottage cheese
  • broccoli salad
  • 1/2 hardboiled egg
  • raisins
  • croutons
  • sunflower seeds
  • cucumber yogurt dressing

If the worst thing I do is go out to eat a ridiculous amount this week, then I guess I am doing okay.

I could have been dramatic and taken an obnoxious picture in front of 20 people of the absolutely DELICIOUS slice of lemon raspberry cake I ate in honor of my friend/co-worker Casey’s birthday. But I didn’t. I told you I’m making progress with this whole drama thing.

Earlier today, I stopped by the opening of an art display in the building where I work and was greeted with an unexpected Indian buffet.  It was too good, so I HAD to share with you what I ate somehow…

It’s okay – you can call me Picasso. I don’t think that’s a dramatic statement whatsoever.

When I got home this evening, I was still less than impressed with my sad-looking pantry. Pondering deep life thoughts, I stood in front of my beat-up IKEA shelf and wondered what meal would be the best metaphor for where I am at in my life right now.

I needed something unexpected…something with a deep-seeded streak of angst…maybe an ingredient to represent the inner turmoil one faces when attempting to make big things happen…and perhaps it should have a touch of positivity?

  • granola = crunchy, inner turmoil
  • mushed banana = an act of angst
  • organic skim milk = the finishing, unexpected touch
  • peanut butter = positivity

What? Me, dramatic? Never.

Give me a denim, button-down shirt, play some George Michael and place me in a white, padded room with one of my sisters…then we’ll talk.


The Fit Collegiate May 13, 2010 at 8:18 pm

Your salad looks so good! And oooh now you got me craving Indian…Maharaja, anyone?

Evan Thomas May 13, 2010 at 8:20 pm

This was JUST the post I needed to read tonight. I’m a bit of a drama king. I might have just came from a car ride where I ended up yelling full force at my dad. The worst part about fights in cars? No exit.

Jessica @ How Sweet It Is May 13, 2010 at 8:21 pm

Dramatic is my middle name.

Jenna May 13, 2010 at 8:22 pm

I am way overly dramatic. You can ask Mike anytime. :)

I love your drawing of your Indian feast. You are hilarious lady.

Coco @ Opera Girl Cooks May 13, 2010 at 8:34 pm

Hehe, funny post. There is something to be said for avoiding drama!

Erica May 13, 2010 at 8:41 pm

hahahha that was one fabulous story. I hope you still have the t shirt. Ah memories. I’ve never tried banana mush, but I think I’d enjoy it. Maybe mixed with some rice puff cereal…mmm that sounds good. Don’t chickpeas just make salads? There is something so totally delicious about them. Happy almost Friday!

April May 13, 2010 at 8:43 pm

You always have the best salads.. love ’em! Especially if there is beets involved :)

highonhealthy May 13, 2010 at 8:45 pm

Being dramatic can be fun and satisfying.. just not for other people. Or it may amuse them which then means that being a drama queen is perfectly okay and acceptable.

I love the idea of mushed banana on toast with pb/ab/whatevernutbutter.

Lynn @ The Actors Diet May 13, 2010 at 8:46 pm

you’re a very good doodler!

Holly May 13, 2010 at 8:49 pm

Did someone say George Michaels?! Father Figure, FTW! (BT Dubs, you have me HOOKED on overnight oats!)

Ashley S May 13, 2010 at 8:50 pm

Whoo hoo, glad I was able to convert you! I knew you’d love it ;) Well done my friend! Next time don’t forget the honey on top! Ahh, that salad looks lovely. I have a can of beets that I plan on adding to my next salad. I’ve been hesitant and I don’t know why I’m so!

kate May 13, 2010 at 9:18 pm

I love your drawing! I was super dramatic when I was younger, I still am sometimes :)

Mimi (Damn the Freshman 15) May 13, 2010 at 10:01 pm

Life is boring without drama! With me, things would be far more honest if someone just nailed a feathered masquerade mask to my forehead.

Also, on a slightly less dramatic note, I’ve decided to get more into running this summer. Your blog is one of the ones that inspired me to give it a try! Any tips for someone who’s decently fit but doesn’t run much? If I’m not running very far (~2 miles) in the morning, do you recommend fuel beforehand, or empty belly? I just ask because all the “advice” I seem to read is geared toward 8-miler jackrabbits.

claire May 13, 2010 at 10:08 pm

Love this post. I am a drama free friend but a drama queen daughter and girlfriend…this girl can’t lie. I love the indian meal drawing and the banana smoooosh sounds delicious!

Mama Pea May 14, 2010 at 12:07 am

Do you still have that T-shirt? I have a court date in three weeks.

Madeline - Greens and Jeans May 14, 2010 at 12:14 am

I just freaked out about how I had nothing in my refrigerator for a solid 5 minutes on the phone with my boyfriend, then proceeded to make a salad and eat raw peanut butter cookie dough. I feel you sister friend.

Lauren May 14, 2010 at 5:55 am

Being dramatic is not always such a bad thing!! So long as you are staying passionate about good things in life, such as the warmed mashed banana! This is incredible, right?!?! I can’t imagine eating cold banana slices on toast ever again.

Happy Friday love.

Jenna May 14, 2010 at 6:12 am

That’s just too funny!!

Whitney @ Lettuce Love May 14, 2010 at 6:47 am

Drama makes life more fun sometimes. Crazier too but drama keeps us on our toes.

Lauren (Health on the Run) May 14, 2010 at 8:02 am

Hahaha I love that shirt!! My mom actually bought a similar shirt for one of my younger sisters — not surprisingly it was met with the same reaction. ;)

And totally love your “analysis” of your granola bowl. Peanut butter definitely gives anything a touch of positivity!

Kacy May 14, 2010 at 8:27 am

Oh, middle school. Worst years of my life too. But sadly, I totally knew who I was back then (nerdy girl with no sense of style that loved to read). Then I tried to conform myself to popularity’s standards. I miss that little nerdy girl sometimes.

I kind of love drama, by the way. Might have something to do with why I love you. Not that you’re dramatic or anything ;)

Whit May 14, 2010 at 8:42 am

With four girls, SOMEONE has to be the drama queen, right? In my family we hand that title over to Meredith, who you met. She wears the hat quite well. ;)

Naomi(onefitfoodie) May 14, 2010 at 8:43 am

you are freakin awesome! that salad looks SO sooooo good!! omg I love how you packed so much in there those are the best kinds of salads, I cant stand when its just…lettuce
I need to try this heated banana mush! Allie (livelaugheat) eats it all the time and I have always wanted to try it!


Ilana May 14, 2010 at 8:45 am

BAHAHAH I’m peeing my pants over your drawing. So funny.

Aren’t we all a little dramatic? In high school I was the ultimate drama queen. And in my freshman year of college. I’ve almost gotten over it (except for where my mom’s involved, somehow she makes me 12 again).

glidingcalm May 14, 2010 at 9:08 am

I JUST CAUGHT UP WITH ALL OF YOUR POSTS!! im so sorry i have been MIA!!! i missed you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! indian food buffet is where it is at. so glad you got some samosa action!!!


Angharad May 14, 2010 at 9:37 am

Ohh my little drama queen! I am getting a hand-me-down microwave today so heated banana mush is actually in my future! YESSSSSS. Love you! 10 miles yesterday, 11 tomorrow…that means this race is SOON!

runnerforever May 14, 2010 at 9:42 am

Haha, being dramatic is tiring..

Anica May 14, 2010 at 9:55 am

Omg the picture of your food made me laugh…and oddly enough, made me crave indian food!! lol!

samantha May 14, 2010 at 10:19 am

LOVE the real mccoy – runaway is still one of my favorite jams that i have a private dance party with at least once a week. also, another night. oh, first grade.

i was SUCH a drama queen in middle school, but only at home. oops, sorry mom!

Katie May 14, 2010 at 10:43 am

“I Want Your Sex” will now be playing through my head all day. A bit of an improvement from “Froggy Went A-Courtin’,” though.

Maura May 14, 2010 at 10:54 am

hahhaha this post is hilarious!!!

Megan @ The Oatmeal Diaries May 14, 2010 at 11:52 am

The drama queen /dairy queen logo makes me think of my sister but somehow i don’t think she’d find it funny. =P
and i must try microwaving my banana before pairing it with almond butta! yum yum

katie May 14, 2010 at 12:29 pm

hahah you can be dramatic anytime girl! it CRACKS ME UP.!!!

Katie May 14, 2010 at 12:59 pm

Bahhaha, that story about the “drama queen” shirt is way too good. Thanks for the mid-afternoon laughs. :-) Also, i love your Picasso drawing. You are creative.

Michelle May 14, 2010 at 3:12 pm

Hmm i reacted the same way yeaaars ago when my mom told me I was the most stubborn person she ever knew. *sigh* It was terrible. Now i can see where she’s coming from. hahaha :P

Paige (Running Around Normal) May 14, 2010 at 3:34 pm

What a cute post:) You dramatism is what I love about your posts, girl!

BroccoliHut May 14, 2010 at 4:55 pm

Haha, I am known as the “Drama Queen” sister too. I don’t know where they get that idea…
Loving the “re-creation” of your Indian eats. YUMMAGE.

Lele May 14, 2010 at 5:13 pm

Your brain mush>banana mush transition made me laugh out loud.

Rachael May 14, 2010 at 10:01 pm

As a fellow middle school afro-bearer, I know this: there is a special place in heaven for those of us who spent our adolescence desperately seeking frizz-easing products. Way to be strong.

ellie May 15, 2010 at 10:44 am

Fellow drama-queen…I am blaming my Jewish mother for being a role model whose motto seems to be, “be bigger than your hair and nobody will notice”. Though my hair is less frizzy than my mom’s, and my dramatic factor has been amped up a few notches…how does that happen?

Your Indian plate is awesome. I love food sketches! Haha, now I want to do an entire post of handdrawn meals…

Susan May 17, 2010 at 8:15 am

But Holly, all my problems in life ARE because of my older sister’s tormenting! :P

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