The Walking Dead returned last night and after the tumultuous and heartpounding mid-season finale last year, I’m sure everyone’s mind was racing with what was going to happen in ‘After.’
I’ve never been a diehard TWD fan. After being disappointed in Season 1, I lost interest and passed on Season 2. I endured months of Mr. Pikko screaming at the tv at how stupid the show was and how dumb the characters were, reminding him all the while that no one was making him watch it.
It’s a well-established part of my life that when I’m going out with a specific list of ingredients, something on that list will either be too exotic for the store I’m at or completely sold out on that day.
One time I needed butterscotch topping to try a butterbeer recipe and at the first grocery store, they just didn’t seem to carry any. Then I went to Safeway and stood in shock as I looked at the shelf of caramel toppings with one very empty row with a butterscotch tag underneath. Once I needed cilantro for guac and the store was out. Another time it was daikon.
This happened to me again on Superbowl Sunday.
I’ve now been woefully unemployed for about six weeks now and have started applying for writing and blogging jobs in the hopes that I can find something remote to replace the remote job I so unfortunately lost last month.
I know I never did blog after posting my rules for working from home, but I really did take well to it, even though I’d had many doubts. In the end, I found that the benefits of being able to take a short 5 minute break and throw a load of laundry in did wonders for keeping up with Mt. Everest in the bathroom.
So this morning I was, for the umpteenth time, making my son’s peanut butter and jelly toast while mumbling and grumbling about choosing between:
a) Using two utensils and
b) Washing the utensil after the peanut butter
I don’t like doing either, to be honest, because I tend to be micro-lazy like that. I hate making more dishes and I hate having to go wash something as trivial as a knife or spoon in the middle of a task.
With my son playing two sports and us going to so many games, it’s become tough to find something for my daughter to do, especially since she inherited my tendency to be allergic to playing sports.
A lot of hobbies and activities for creative girls seem to costs arms and legs. $20 an hour for sewing lessons? $95 for a single jewelry class? Ugh.
I want to sign her up for aikido like I used to take, but overlap with dance is making that not worth the much more reasonable $30/month fee. I think I’ll look up drawing classes, too.
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