I long for milder weather when I can sit on my porch and watch the flames of the jiko. More than that, I wish the flames of the jiko would help me to think more clearly.
I made a conscious decision to NOT make new year’s resolutions this year. (Does that mean I made a resolution? I’m DOOMED) I’m so tired of unfulfilled resolutions. What is the point!? Why do people think that the change on a calendar page is going to improve their ability to follow through better, avoid everything bad and accomplish everything good? Really!? Does it happen? Why can’t we just decide on a random Tuesday in February that we want to make a change and expect positive results? I guess people do. It just happens with a vengeance around New Year’s day.
I hope that the people who DID make resolutions experience success. There are plenty of things I’d like to change about myself. I didn’t resolve to NOT make those changes. I just decided that the change wouldn’t have to magically happen in January. Except for that "Juice In January" thing. I bought a juicer. It’s all the rage. Everyone has a juicer. And they’re juicing. Some of my friends even juiced in December (WHATever!!!). I’m juicing in January. But not every day. And not every meal. Just sometimes. Except for one week. I am going to do an entire week of juicing. But not this week. And probably not next week. And mostly likely not a Sunday – Saturday week either. It is not a resolution. It’s just something I decided to do. And I like alliteration, so I’d be hard pressed to figure out how to use my juicer in February. I think I’ll Fry in February. Everything I eat is going to be fried. Yeah. That’s it.
Here’s an interesting thing . . . I "resolved" to NOT make any resolutions, but here I am at the beginning of the year with a new blog post. After what, like 2 years of NO posts? Is it a resolution, or just something that happened? I think that’s the issue. If you start doing something at the beginning of a year, then people (or I) automatically label it a "resolution" and put all that pressure on a person. And watch how laughably unsuccessful that person might be. This blog post is NOT part of any resolution – it’s just something I’m doing. Maybe I won’t do another post for like 28 months. So go ahead, and hold your breath (or not).
- – - by the way – - – when I started my blog originally, it wasn’t on January 1 either. Just so you know. I’m rebellious like that.
I was going to make this a "Top Ten" list, but then I wasn’t sure how many things I’d end up with. My next option was a "Top xx List" but then I worried about what kind of hits and nonsense that would produce. So I’ll stick with a less conspicuous and more ambiguous option.
This is a list of things I could blog about but a) didn’t; b) won’t; c) can’t; d) shouldn’t or e) might still
1) The chickens’ first eggs
2) Landscaping my yard – the strong desire and almost a vision of what should happen, but strong doubt that the inspiration will stick for longer than the rain.
3) Grass planting and the agony of spreading hay over the seed all by myself because my kids went camping and Farming had to drive for 3 hours to get the fertilizer and then spread it so our farming day "together" ended up with me unrolling 3 huge bales of hay that I spent less painful hours last year putting into the bales. And I’m not done. But I am still sore. ALL over. (hey – that’s an entire blog entry right there)
4) My precious daughter’s 13th birthday surprise
5) Learning how to ride a dirt bike with a clutch (that would be me)
6) My commitment to blog 10 times in the next 20 days with no whining, apologies, or fear/hang-ups
7) The behindness of where I am with work and other assignments (don’t tell anyone)
8) A very fun trip to Charlotte to visit friends over Easter
9) Stamping that I’ve done and still wish to do
10) A stamp room that is photo-worthy for an "after" shot (I already have several "before" shots that could be recipient of some sort of "least inspiring of creativity" award).
11) A link to a cousin’s site introducing his amazing work with "World Outside My Shoes" – look for a book in the near future
12) Observations of Prince Farming’s 25th Highschool Reunion
13) Book reports on my new pass-time (audiobooks – have to LOVE that invention (or discovery) coupled with iPhone)
14) The chicken’s new house and their general life to date
15) Spring time beauty on the farm
16) The death of a cow. And a few chickens.
17) A wonderful and stress-less weekend with Prince Farming while the kids were gone
The blogs I visit don’t ever have comments about blogging or not blogging, or guilty feelings over long pauses in blogging. Well, except for this one. But then maybe it’s because I’ve not only NOT been blogging, I’ve also not been visiting my friends blogs to hear them whine (I’m starting to see the wisdom in blogging even more clearly now!) But seriously – I have this feeling of "what a loser am I – I can’t even keep up with my blog." Even though Louise, who set the blogging hook that others had cast, said that I shouldn’t worry about when I can’t blog – to just do it when I could – but I still just love to torture myself obviously gain SOME pleasure with guilt. Whether its warranted or not.
It’s not like I don’t enjoy blogging. I do. Although I find it freakily weird that people actually stop to see what I write. But I get it when I go and read other people’s blogs. It’s like people-watching in the airport. It’s fun to see what other people are doing. And blogging gives a little window into their world. So I miss out on seeing what people are wearing most of the time on blogs. But the great trade-off is I get to see what they’re thinking and doing – which is what I wonder about when I’m in an airport. Blogging is deeper. Airport people-watching you want to go and add "when you decided to wear that travelling" to the usual "What are you thinking?" question. So here’s my plan. Since my iPhone camera seems to be doing fairly well, I’m going to start doing little blog entries (well, right after this one, I mean). Just sort of snippets. Of the things that float through my life and head where I think "this is bloggable." I’ll go ahead and blog it. Just like writing a status update on Facebook, which I manage to do fairly frequently. So there. You can breathe a sigh of relief, or remove me from your reading list – whatever you choose. I’m back.
You know I’m only back because it’s a stressful time of year, right!? It’s like "What else can I possibly cram into this week!? Oh wait, this is bloggable."
This has been my current dilemma: Actually no. This has been what I SHOULD be worried about, and am, on some level, or I wouldn’t have used it in my Facebook status either. Now I’m blogging about it. Maybe it warrants some analysis. I bought these truffles at S*Ms club. A 3-pack, that I might be able to use as gifts if the need arose. They’ve been in my house for about 2 weeks. This weekend I decided I should open one of the boxes, just to check them out. If they’re disgusting, I certainly would not want to give them away.
Well, let me tell you. I won’t be giving any of these away. They’re absolutely TERRIBLE. Like melt in your mouth into buttery extasy. Wonderful. Delicious. Completely non-shareable. Well, except for single others who might be able to appreciate how divine they really are. And worth the hour-drive to go buy the whole stock in case they aren’t available after the holidays terrible. Ghastly. Like a lump in your stomach because you have NO SELF CONTROL. Gross. Like maybe if I eat some yogurt or an orange, this heavy feeling might go away. But oranges and yogurt aren’t melt-in-your-mouth delicious, so maybe I should have one more. . .. it’s sick. Really. I know. I probably ought to have therapy. Then I started to wonder (out loud, on FB) how many truffles are in one serving. If any of you want to know, I recorded it here.
You can look and see, but please don’t tell me, because even though I asked the question, I truly do NOT want to know the answer. Nor do I want to know what’s in these amazing orbs. Unless of course S*MS has run out and I have to try to make my own. Then I’ll take them to a lab and have them dissected and analysed so I can reproduce them. Oh – but only half of one, because I’ll not want to waste an entire one on science. Unless that science has it’s processing plant in my own body – like this is how chocolate travels from your mouth, down your throat and plants itself on your hips, butt, and stomach. And thighs.
I’ve been so proud of myself, because my previous vice was this:
Laced with this:
in milk. I had it daily. Sometimes multiple times daily. For YEARS. And years. And I finally gave it up this year. Not because I haven’t tried before – it just didn’t work. This year I got sick for a couple of days. Really sick. And couldn’t eat or drink anything. And when I came out of it, I just didn’t feel like my coolers anymore. There are still at least 8 boxes in my pantry, because I had to buy them in the big city – no local place would stock them. I tried – believe me! And the bonus was that I lost about 20 pounds. Just when I quit! I didn’t know I was losing weight till I went for a 6 month recheck at the doctor and my weight was vastly different. I had to get on the scale a 2nd time just to check. Hmmmmm. What a wonderful thing. Now I’m starting to worry. How many truffles will it take to turn this thing around?