I recently read a book; a psychological thriller I later learned. While it was well written, I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it at all. Why? Because it was about the horrible mind games people can play with each other. I like psychological thrillers, mind you. I really enjoyed all the Girl With Dragon Tattoo, etc.; and they were pretty rough books.
But this particular book made me so sad because it dealt with a married couple who simply could do nothing but hurt each other in new and vicious ways.
You see…I love the stuffin’ outta Devoted Spouse. Here’s just one reason: He labels our Chinese take-out boxes with our initials so when I want to finish what I ordered, I don’t have to waste time opening all the boxes.
So, in a way, reading the terrible book was good for me because it reminded me how loved I am! sigh…
Saints preserve us…I’ve spent my day pinning on Pinterest. If you haven’t heard of it, well it’s another bright idea someone came up with to steal time. And it works. It’s brilliant. Simply log on, set up some “boards”, grab a “pin it” button for your bookmarks toolbar, and then go web surfing, pinning what you pine for.
Hours upon hours of my life today I can’t recover. I am still in my pajamas. It’s supper time. I haven’t peed in I don’t know how long. I haven’t eaten. But, I think I have 8 boards now and a paltry 15 followers. I even added a Follow Me on Pinterest button to this blog (Gasp!) And, while I’d like to continue this posting, I.Have.To.Return.To.Pinterest.
Will someone please explain to me why here in the Midwest restaurants think cole slaw is an appetizer? Every time DS and I go to one of the family restaurants in this area, if I order cole slaw as a side, it arrives prior to my meal. Do they think it’s a first course? I don’t know about you, but I like my cole slaw WITH my meal. A “side” accompanies the meal, yes? just sayin’.
Do you ever give in to indulgence and order that honkin’ huge milkshake…you know, the one with gobs of whipped cream? Oh puhleeze, you know you do. My question is why do they fill the plastic cups so full and add that strange circular top with the opening for a straw, so that by the time you put the milkshake in your cup container, it has spilled all over you, and flows like a volcano all throughout the car? I think the server behind that little glass window gets extra points if this happens to the customer. “Hey! Got another one wet!” Why can’t they make a top that fits correctly? Grrrrr.
I always thought Bob Evans made the best pancakes. Plus they’re close to my house. Less gas money. I went for breakfast last week while Devoted Spouse was out doing his church gig. I ordered blueberry pancakes, my personal fav. I got about halfway through and realized these pancakes were getting soggier and soggier and it wasn’t the syrup. I was putting batter on my fork. Ack. No thanks. Yes, got a refund. Politely declined offer of more pancakes.
Speaking of barbecue…well sort of. Went to a local barbecue restaurant and ordered Texas brisket. Having not eaten brisket, Texas or otherwise, I was quite excited to see what it was all about. Imagine my disgust when a plate was put in front of me swimming in grease with overdone meat covered with fat. It was nasty. I didn’t eat it. I was surprised anyone would serve that. When the waitress asked me about it, I explained that I didn’t favor a meal that is swimming on my plate. She apologized all over me, offered to replace it (I had lost my appetite by then), and left to get a refill on my unsweetened iced tea. The tea arrived and it was sweetened. The waitress disappeared. Devoted Spouse contentedly munched his pulled pork sandwich. The owner came over, apologizing repeatedly and backpedaling on why I was given such a nasty piece of meat. Turns out I received the “end” and nobody thought to actually look at the plate and see what they were serving to a customer. He offered a better piece of brisket. I declined. He offered a pound of pulled pork for me to take home. I declined. He offered me a free beverage. I not only declined, but let him know the one I had was not what I ordered. He comped the check. That’s what he should have done to begin with. Devoted Spouse went home with a happy tummy. I stopped for ice cream…sigh…
Welcome to the New Year. I am a few weeks into the old year still. My short term memory hasn’t caught up to my long term memory and my short term memory, frankly, is falling down on the job.
EmmaLou, Golden Destroyer, gets a monthly pill for heartworm and flea control. She should have taken them the first of January; I remembered them this morning, the 5th, 6th of January. Wait…what day is this again? Ack.
I’m working on a project that should have been finished at least one to two weeks ago to give me adequate time to prepare for the next phase. Oh yeah, I haven’t started it yet. I have a new solitaire game on my computer and it keeps calling my name.
Never did get those awful dents on my relatively new car pounded out…you know, the ones caused by that freak hail storm, oh, I dunno, how many months ago (?) There’s a voicemail on my phone from the lady at the auto body shop. I should probably do something about that. Need to get rid of that phone…
Lest you think it’s just me, allow me to relay what happened to Devoted Spouse the other day… We have been attending the same church for almost 7 years now. We go to the same service regularly, always arriving a few minutes early to grab some coffee and chat w/friends. Devoted Spouse is going to be volunteering his time at the computer check-in station for a specific upcoming event and needs to be trained. In emails with one of our pastors, he agreed to arrive at church a little earlier and get some valuable OJT. He told the pastor he would be there at 9:30 prior to the 10:00 service. The problem is this church HAS no 10:00 service at our location. He knew this and yet that’s what he emailed. Now our pastor thinks Devoted Spouse is certifiable. I felt better, though. It’s not just me.
I want to speak with whoever is in charge of time and ask them kindly to hold things for a few weeks until I can catch up. Then there’s that issue of starting fresh I need to contend with. Maybe after the New Year…sigh…