To have been truly DONE with January, I should’ve penned this post BEFORE I Welcomed February in a tyrannical rant. This biannual recap of my musings is appropriately scheduled, though. Unfortunately, the rest of my life … is not.
One of the reasons January was so awful, I had a sinus infection for practically the entire month. And, it still hasn’t gone away. The adverse effects to the antibiotic numbed/changed my taste buds. Translation – PBJ’s aren’t appetizing. Gasp! Worse, coffee – my most favorite thing in, like, the world – tastes … bad almost nauseating. Even bigger Gasp!
See, my rant was truly justified.
So, here are those afterthoughts of previously posted material. After, I’m looking for a complete catharsis to be move onward in this damn year.
- I miss El Nino. Traverse had more snow in December than all last winter combined. January wasn’t too bad – February is looking pretty grim, though. Fortunately, I’m still doin the D3 thing
- In Tangled, it really WAS a cast iron skillet Rapunzel used even though it was referred to as a ‘frying pan’. The latter is just easier to dialogue – especially for a Disney cartoon. Oh, and Rapunzel NEVER once complained about the weight of her skillet. You go, Rapunzel
- caramelizing onions is my favorite cast iron skillet ‘to do’
- Entertainment Weekly mentioned that this is the fortieth anniversary of Rumors by Fleetwood Mac.
- I still don’t have Canadian maps on my GPS. I still don’t care.
- Maybe I should actually stick with Christmas cards. I sent New Years greetings this year on time – ever since my life has been quite the cluster. Note to self – Christmas in July 2018? Anythings gotta be better than New Years 2017.
- Hollywood has to work on this whole ‘happily ever after’ thing. LaLaLand was an incredible movie that truly does deserves the praise it’s received. However, like Into The Woods there is NO real happily ever after. The main stars get their own ‘happily’ just not together and definitely not ‘ever after‘ .
- Along with the row machine, I’ve been spending time on the stair stepper. It’s not the same as those 115 stairs in the east stairwell of the hotel in Canada, but my butt likes it. Buns of concrete, baby.
- No marquee maxiums worth mentioning except the only clubs I like are sandwiches. I have no idea what that means, nor do I care.
- I still suck at poetry.
- would you rather use a well-rehearsed cliche’ or just tell the person to ‘shut the fuck up and mind their own business.’ Any guesses on my answer? Hint: italics
- Haven’t had any Mead recently. Though I’m still told I need to drink more. Hard cider? Maybe Vodka?
I decided to close with one of my daughter’s favorite songs. Don’t let the title mislead, she IS way alright.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLzDQNbhHYs
This couch potato therapy session is officially over. Begin catharsis.
Aum … .
