Spice of Life

Here's how I know I am on the mend:

My cat wants to be near me.  That little puss in boots did not want to be around me at all for the last several days.  You know you look brutal when your own pet doesn't want you.  He was snuggling with me last night and this morning.

Did I mention that the little booger was hiding in my closet and ate the fringe off of my wrap?  Yeah, I've been finding black yarn hairballs all over and oddly shaped poop in his box all week.  It's been a real pleasure.  That turd.  he is cute as hell though.

The antibiotics are kicking in and I am even breathing sometimes.  Hooray!  At least my face doesn't hurt anymore.  Seriously, is that all necessary?  It's bad enough you're sick, but you have to be in pain as well?

I kind of get it though.  It's a bit like what we are doing to the planet.  The virus is just trying to survive, it isn't really conscious that it is harming me.

Yeah, that's a single cell fucking virus with no rational thought though.  Humans should know better.

Oh my Zeus!  It's like the damn Matrix.  Hmmm...they were on to something.

I am limitedly environmentally friendly.  I do recycle, but that's only because there is a bin where my dumpster is.  That equals easy.  I also reuse things as best I can.

I am a container whore.  I love containers.  LOVE them.  I prefer to transfer boxed or bagged dry items into canisters in the cupboard.  I have a Tuperware set that I love. It helps me stay organized and I like the way it looks.

Anyway,  I have discovered a fabulous little container for spices:  Crystal Light containers.  I drink alot of Crystal Light.  One of my favorites is Pomegranate Cherry.  One of my girlfriends and I were discussing how we could not find it anywhere anymore and were debating on whether or not it was discontinued.  My sweetheart of a man, hearing this, calls me the next week from Target and calls me to confirm the flavor.  He seriously bought 14 of them.  I cannot even deal with him sometimes.  What a fucking lamb.  But he's a total manly man as well.  He's so perfect for me.

Segway again!  Sorry.  My point was that I buy some spices in bulk.  Interpret that as sometimes I buy them in bulk, other times my mom purchases industrial sized containers and gives me baggies of yummy spices like cumin and Spanish paprika.  In general though, it is way less expensive to buy them in bulk packages.  I think I paid like $1.59 for a bag of oregano that has lasted me a year.  And I put oregano in everything.  It's stronger than the McCormick type stuff.  Not that anything is wrong with those, the bagged stuff just seems more fresh somehow. The Crystal Light containers are perfect and fit in my spice bin, because of course I have a little basket for spices in the cupboard.  Some other things I have used them for: jelly beans, popcorn kernels, hard candy, rice. They are super slim and hold a nice amount.

Yeah, don't think for a minute that I did not go buck with ideas to organize my man's pantry full of spices.  Did I mention that he loves to cook?  Yeah, he has more stuff than I do.  We are always in the kitchen.  It's such a good thing for us to do together.  It makes even cleaning up (which I loathe) pleasant.  I love that it's something he enjoys doing.

I think I could actually grow resentful of someone who did not do that with me.  Honestly.  It would eventually really get to me to be in the kitchen alone all the time cooking and cleaning.  I don't know how my mom does it.  My dad is helpful in the sense that he really does take care of the house and he is usually doing things to make it comfortable for them or repairing things.  Stuff like that.  But he does not necessarily even hang out with my mom when she is doing dishes.  I love that if one of us is doing them, the other is there also, even if it's just chatting.  Such a little thing it seems, but so important.

Be good to each other.

Smooches!

When It's Time to Change

I have decided to make this my new blog home.  I have been writing on another site riddled with drama and adults acting like 13 year old girls.  Over it.

But let's not make this a negative post, as I may perhaps get some new readers.  I am cantankerous at times; but at heart a pollyanna.

I am currently undergoing some serious changes in my life.  I have been out of work (thank you economy) for over a year and am finally seeing some viable options.  Not necessarily in my field, but things that are a good fit.  Fingers crossed.

I have also met the love of my life.  Some of you that may know me from elsewhere may be surprised to hear me say it.  I was not expecting to find him where I did, but it happened.  Can I get all girly and tell you?

I actually found his blog on a dating site.  I was simply drawn to him.  He was intelligent - a huge turn on for me. - and there was just something about him.   Then I saw that he lived in California.  What?!  Annoying.  But then he came to my blog and we exchanged comments, pretty innocuous in nature.  He decided to totally man up and email me.   He mentioned something like "I am not sure if you are feeling this too"  I was like "yup, sure am"  And a romance was born.

We see each other every two weeks and talk on the phone every night for hours.  I never wanted a long distance relationship and it is difficult at times.  Being faithful - that's the easy part.  I don't want to be with anyone else.  It's just hard not to physically be together.  Yes, this Chicago girl may be moving out to Cali.  He is everything that I have wanted in a partner.  It's quite amazing.

Mush, I know.  But it is what is going on in my world.