a rocky start
on saturday we left lunch and ben made me laugh so hard i couldn't keep my eyes open. i had to stop walking. i was laughing that hard. and my eyes were closing against my will.
this was how october ended.
well, that and wonderful friends that night. friends and pizza and candy and hot chocolate. and friends' kids.
it was a pleasant end to a busy month.
but november, so far, has just sucked. (not literary enough for you? i can find no better verb...) sunday was just plain stupid. i felt like i was floundering in every non-decision i've ever made. you know, the things you want to have an opinion about but don't make the time. i wanted to clean out my closet and dresser. i wanted to de-clutter. i felt weighed down by all of my "stuff."
but we did none of that. and the day dragged on in a purely daylight standard time way. and i felt like a lump all day. and i still feel like a lump.
i thought, self, let's give november a couple of days to prove himself. but alas. day two is just the same. same crap. same weird mood i'm in. same wanting to change the world but having just enough motivation to take my shoes off before crawling into bed.
it's that bad.
not to mention people are driving like a-holes now. i mean, there are always the choice few. but people were cutting me off just in time to stop at a red light. and i'm not slow, peeps. you can ask the husb. when my foot is on the pedal, it's all about the metal. (i just made that up.) so there i was cursing people and their stupid cars and their stupid everything.
and i probably could have let it go if i didn't feel like i were otherwise drowning in a sea of suckiness.
and i am usually quite the lover of these last couple of months of our year. i do so appreciate the crispness of a california fall/winter. i love holiday meals possibly more than most. i make a crazy good pumpkin pie. and i love love love buying gifts for people. wrapping them. and etc.
but...i am not excited about how this month has started out. all dreams dashed and plans foiled. all bickery and the like.
i am much better when i am laughing so hard i almost topple over. oh october, how i miss thee. and how close and far away you are seeming in this very moment...
this was how october ended.
well, that and wonderful friends that night. friends and pizza and candy and hot chocolate. and friends' kids.
it was a pleasant end to a busy month.
but november, so far, has just sucked. (not literary enough for you? i can find no better verb...) sunday was just plain stupid. i felt like i was floundering in every non-decision i've ever made. you know, the things you want to have an opinion about but don't make the time. i wanted to clean out my closet and dresser. i wanted to de-clutter. i felt weighed down by all of my "stuff."
but we did none of that. and the day dragged on in a purely daylight standard time way. and i felt like a lump all day. and i still feel like a lump.
i thought, self, let's give november a couple of days to prove himself. but alas. day two is just the same. same crap. same weird mood i'm in. same wanting to change the world but having just enough motivation to take my shoes off before crawling into bed.
it's that bad.
not to mention people are driving like a-holes now. i mean, there are always the choice few. but people were cutting me off just in time to stop at a red light. and i'm not slow, peeps. you can ask the husb. when my foot is on the pedal, it's all about the metal. (i just made that up.) so there i was cursing people and their stupid cars and their stupid everything.
and i probably could have let it go if i didn't feel like i were otherwise drowning in a sea of suckiness.
and i am usually quite the lover of these last couple of months of our year. i do so appreciate the crispness of a california fall/winter. i love holiday meals possibly more than most. i make a crazy good pumpkin pie. and i love love love buying gifts for people. wrapping them. and etc.
but...i am not excited about how this month has started out. all dreams dashed and plans foiled. all bickery and the like.
i am much better when i am laughing so hard i almost topple over. oh october, how i miss thee. and how close and far away you are seeming in this very moment...
posted by emily b. at
4:16 PM
4 Comments:
eek! that doesn't sounds fun- but i'm sure it will all look up soon :) you'll be back to your laughing ways soon - just keep smiling!
thanks, mikey! your comment has surely marked the beginning of things turning around :)
Well, lets distract you then....lets talk pie.
I've never made a pumpkin Pie....why don't you tell me about the intricate detail of pie making. Does one need special tools....do you make your own crust? Gut your own pumpkins?
what music do you listen to when you make your "crazy good pumpkin pie"?
I imagine myself with a glass of wine, and maybe Etta James playing in the back ground...
something soft...yet a little sassy and female. Etta is all of that and then some.
and as for crawling into your bed with your shoes on, that's the cool thing about adulthood, nobody yells at you when you do! so girl, go ahead, curl up, shoes and all if you need to. This too shall pass...whatever's dampening your spirits.
~hl~
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heather-
(that was always my sister's favorite name when we were growing up. whenever we'd play house or something, she'd be heather. i would be stephanie. although, whenever she said her name, she said it with a bit of swagger, like "heathuh". she was awesome back then.)
as for pie, i am strictly a libby's pumpkin pie artist. i follow the directions on the can and still feel like culinary awesomeness. why and how, you ask? because it is delicious! libby's knows what they're doing :) also, frozen pie crust. i am no giada. and music, definitely. always music. for dishes, cooking, laundry. i have been addicted to genius mixes. ya know, pick a song and itunes makes 50 more appear out of magical thin air? it makes for fun kitchen time :) and etta. of course. she is heaven..
i'm so glad you stopped by and i hope you come back soon!
xo, emily b.
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