This fucking summer. This fucking year, really. So. My marriage, which limped along while I was super depressed because I just didn't care, is really rocky right now. I'm not sure he knows that it's total shit- I think he thinks everything is great. I mean, I finally stopped nagging him. I'm just really quiet all the time. I never ask him to do anything around the house anymore and just do it all myself. Because I'm fucking tired of having to tell a grown man, over and over and over again, that
I got enough of a sanity break this weekend to look up and notice that the walls are still bare (I've been busy!). I looked around in some stores that have Arts. Everything was expensive, and I don't need a 3 foot tall EAT sign with blinking lights in my kitchen- I'm great at eating already. Everything I liked was expensive. Everything I thought was OK was still too expensive for the amount of OKness I felt. So I'm cobbling together some crappy DIY art with GIMP while I watch people yelling abou
The paper here published an article about a website you guys might want to be aware of-
My ex-husband commented that it didn't even know who his grandfather was, the site seems to be pretty much exclusively useful for easy stalking.
I quit eating mammals and poultry early this fall. It's mostly a secret. My husband knows, but I try to keep it quiet- people get really upset. I still eat the occasional fish (mostly sardines- much more sustainable) and if I'm a guest and I can't get away with skipping a meat dish I take a very small portion. I get my eggs from someone I know, but I eat eggs. I'm very lactose intolerant but I do eat a little cheese. And I'd never try to feed my cats that way- they're obligate carnivores, it's c
I'm trying to decide which kitchen appliances should go and which should stay- this month I'm evaluating the Kitchenaid. I used it a lot right after I got it (almost 10 years ago now) but not much for years now. It's easier than I remembered, maybe just from more practice in the kitchen in general. So, pizza dough.
I've... I've ordered worse? That's not really a high bar, though- most of the veg pizza in town is a solid "meh".
We're 4 days into the New Year and already one of the 2017 predictions has come true, look at that.
On an unrelated note- I've put a lot of time, effort, and enthusiasm into learning how you really cook good food- and I've mostly overcome bad habits and mental ruts from cooking the kind of sludge my family ate when I was growing up. For example- despite a childhood in Texas, I didn't know what cumin was (I'd only tasted it in spice mixes) and I'd never tasted an avocado when I was 18. Yik
Somewhat recently an online acquaintance responded to a trending Tumblr/Twitter topic about the new Star Wars villain being quote unquote "emo". I'm going to skip summarizing it and just link it: my acquaintance says... Now, not to bury the lede here, but you may have guessed that I don't fucking care. I don't. I am intensely sick of the excuses people make for abhorrent behavior. Particularly white men behaving badly.
Non-spoiler retort- the villain is a troubled you
Just had my anatomy scan today. Would it be awful if we revealed the sex of number 2 At silly girl's first birthday party? We have the envelope, I just don't know If we want to open it before or during her party or give it to my sister in law to bake the color into her cake? I don't want to feel like I'm taking attention off of her
Guess I should update again? Frieda (Kiki, we renamed her) is here since the end of February 2021. She came with a bunch of problems, but is the best dog ever and is doing better every day. But we do now know how a dog with ptsd looks like. For real, not joking. If she is triggered during the day, she wakes up screaming at night. Not like dogs dream, but literally screaming. Other than that she went with us on countless trips, loves hiking and even cable cars. She is one heck of a fearless dog in situations who do not remind her of her old life.
My Grandpa passed away last May and I'm still grieving a lot. After sharing a house with my grandparents for over 30 years it is just horrible to lose one of them. Even though it was his decision and he got to go like he wanted. At home, in his bed during the night without doctors. He would have need more care and he did not want more care. So after turning 90 he decided to let go and became weaker and weaker.
In other news my dad stops working for good on April 1st. Retirement time. Keep my Mum and myself in your prayers. We really do not want him at home all the time. Haha!