Cooking
I decided today that I truly do enjoy cooking. Its not something I do all that often, and maybe this is why it felt refreshing today. Actually, no that's not true. I cook every day. My job as a chem tech basically entitles following recipes and cooking up potions. So I suppose its not that surprizing that I enjoy it. Food is just such a good thing. And making something for others to enjoy is also good. I always avoided it because I felt I wasn't all that good at it. But like anything, that's just because I lacked practice.
So there we have it. Cooking is good. Food is good. Practice is good.
Anymore lessons for today? :)
Sleep
Ah. One of my favorite past-times. There's something about a comfy bed with mounds of blankets and pillows that just call to you when you need them. Like a bad day, or a long week, or two many minutes on the treadmill. The bed is where I would love to stay if I could. No problems to deal with, except bedsores if left too long! The magical escape. Some say the dead look only like they are sleeping. Sleeping is almost a kind of death and rebirth. We -if all goes well- will awake rejuvenate and replenished. Ready for a new day, a new start.
Hmmm, is it time for bed yet?
Blond Jokes
Speaking of those I heard one today that actually made me laugh. Funny how having blond hair insinuates that you are open to hearing them. I don't really mind; I've gotten such torture from my father all of my life that I can remember. Ironic since he was once a blond, when he had hair. Maybe that is why he tells them with passion. He is finally rid of the bother of being a blond and having to hear the jokes. Now he can be one to attack other blonds. Anyways my joke:
Two blonds are at the lake. One is on one side and the other is on the opposite. This poses a problem to them enjoying time together. So one shouts to the other "Hey, how do I get to the other side of the lake?" The other responds, "Silly! You are on the other side!"
HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa
Evil Alarm Clocks
I am quite tired tonite. I had an interesting run in with my alarm clock this morning. Tricky little bastard. Somehow I managed to set it for 2 am instead of 7 am. I'm still not exactly sure how I did that, although I was playing around with it this weekend since weekend mornings are different than those during the week. Well, being that it was 2 am, or just because I can look at things and not truly seem them - who knows why - I got up when my alarm rang off. I then preceded to shower, dress, make a lunch, and do my hair. All the time looking at the second hand of the kitchen clock but missing the glaringly obvious fact that the small hand was not in its usual morning place. At what I thought was about 6:45 (but was in fact 2:45) I left my house into the darkness, which did seem strange, but alas the days are getting shorter I told myself. And began the drive to work. Things started to come together as I glanced about into traffic which seem strangely nonexistant. At this point I looked over to my car clock to see if I was going to be late and saw 2:52. Hmmm. That's not right. Did someone change my clock as a joke? My sister did have the vehicle for awhile this weekend. No. It is kinda dark out. And there aren't any cars. And nothing is open. O dear. It can't really be 3:00 am can it? Feeling slightly alarmed I opened my purse and retreaved my cell phone which would definately know what time it was. Yes. It was in fact nearly 3 am. I was 5 hours early for work. Sigh. It must be monday. Now what to do? Well, I was ready for work, I could go. No that's just ridiculous. Back home I drove. Back to bed for a few more hours of not so great sleep. I probably would have been better off to have just stayed up. O well. Its sad when your life would make a really great blond joke.
Money sucks
There's never enough, and when there is we spend it and then want more. It makes people crazy, it drives others apart. Its the source of 75% of marriage breakups, most family fueds, and inheritance battles. Money is a major cause of greed - one of the most distructive deadly sins. But what is there to do? We cannot function without it so we barrel on in the race for more. Show me the money!
Aaaargh!
I did it again! I published a blog with only a title. Sigh. One of these days I will enter the world in which people are aware of how computers work, and I will be one of them. Until that day, we will endure the odd little blog with names but no words.
Names but no words. He he.
I was going to speak of the weather, because everyone lately speaks of the weather, and heaven forbit I am left out! But it all seems suddenly rather unimportant. I love the snow, but I am freezing in my basement suite at this very moment, and wish of a mad scientist that will invent warm snow.
Mmmm warm snow.
Anyways. Away with me to a mound of blankets and hot chocolate. I wish to all who read such a happy ending as this :)
No we can't all speak of the weather
Well, That was the shortest blog ever!
Very typical of me. I just posted a two-word blog by accident. That is if you can count ya'll as a word. Funny funny. Took me awhile to figure out what even happened. Sigh, crazy.
So my week off is going rather excellent! I may decide to be a permanent bum, with no job or future. Right right, you're thinking. Like you'd last a week with nothing to do. I admit it. I am a workaholic, an overacheiver, always doing too much, trying to prove myself, or something like that. AND I'M NOT ASHAMED! Ahem. Even my week off is littered with jobs and tasks and things that I've been wanting to do forever but never got to. If I wanted a relax day, I'd probably have to plan it. Lame. Ah well, I suppose this here is like relaxing right?I watched a movie yesterday! That's fairly mindless. Right?
Convinced? Yeah, me neither. O well, like I said, that's me. I need to stay busy. I love change. I desire fun and excitement at every corner. Hmmm, have this funny feeling I will forever feel unfulfilled. We'll see I guess.
Alright, Time to Blog It
I know, I know. Its been awhile since I posted. Sorry sorry. Some days its seems there is just nothing to talk about. Today is another one of those days, but alas here I am. Speaking of virtually nothing. I figured it would be more to all your benefit to not write when there is nothing to write about. Then listening to me babble about babbling. :)
So.........and stuff. Um. Hmmm. Yeah, I got nothing. Next time will be better. I promise!
La la la
I've decided to sing in attempt to cheer myself up. Its a good method. May even work! We'll see. We need more happy people in the world. Happy for absolutely no reason at all. My new plan is to start the sprinkling of happiness. Sprinkle sprinkle! He he.
The Day of Truth
It has come. The day of truth. The day I break a poor man's heart. Again. I tell myself its the right thing to do. Better now than later. You're doing you both a big favor. He'll be fine. You'll survive this. No one died. Just a lot of hopes and dreams. But I'm just not buying it. That's the hardest I think. I'm the one ending it, but really I'm putting to death all the things that I thought I wanted too. Not just killing all of his.
To lose everything you thought you wanted and to have no one to blame but yourself is unbearable at times. It leaves one feeling transported in time to an unfamiliar place without money or a phone number or a sense of bearings at all. Someone asked me recently "So, what are your long-term goals?". I found it hilarious. I responded with "Well, my long-term goals are pretty much shot-to-shit. I'm reevaluating." Poor soul. He didn't know what to do or say. I suppose I'll figure it out. I have to. Or maybe not. Maybe we never really figure it all out. Life is constantly moving and changing, and is rarely fair. It could be that we will be changing our plans and perspectives for the rest of our days. They key is to be movable and changeable. Go where life takes you and make it what you want it to be when you can. In those rare moments when we actually have some sense of where that may be.
No regrets. Just far too many lessons. Too many lessons learnt in the hardest way possible.
I do regret. So much. Especially the hurt. So much pain. Wish I could go back and save someone from even some of it. But that's not possible. And the what-ifs will only drive you mad.
Just pick up and try to learn something from the debris that the disaster left behind.
