Lack of Focus

Look here.  No one would ever describe me as a focused person, and I'm cool with that.  I can change what I'm doing with little to no problems.  Go with the flow. You get it.  Chill.

HA!!

I wouldn't use "chill" to describe me.  My memory used to be pretty sharp.  Now my memory basically sucks.  I never was a list maker.  Now I am.  I could make mental lists in my head and remember what I needed to do.  Now, without a list I'm a bit lost.  Sometimes that's okay say, at the grocery store or trying something new.  But with things like bills and medical records?  Lists are a necessity.

Recently I had to make a list of all the projects on which I'm working.  Once I had everything written down just looking at that list made me bored, tired, and uninspired.  All I could think about were the OTHER things I wanted to try making.

BUT I pledge to finish the projects that need done before starting anything new.  Sigh.

Yes that was boring.  So for your trouble, hey look!  PIE!

Yes I made it.  From scratch.  Yes even the fancy french crust.  In my too small food processor.  Yes it's apple. Spiced apple pie to be exact.  Yes I zested lemons.  Yes I cut out 70 of those little daisy cutouts and overlapped them in a concentric circle starting at the bottom, using an egg wash of one large egg yolk and 1/4 cup heavy cream to make them adhere together.

Yes this was the first pie I ever made and it tasted awesome.  Well, I thought so.  It's also the first apple pie I've ever eaten.  I know, I know.  I did get a second opinion and Charlie deemed it "pretty good" which for him is high praise indeed.

Suck it Martha Stewart.  (even though I got the recipe from one of her publications.  But come on, she never makes the stuff!  SHE HAS MINIONS!  It took two days to make this pie since the crust has to be refrigerated overnight!  Yeah, like she's going to WAIT for pie.  Pff.  And people think Oprah has an empire.  Martha is much more sneaky about hers, people.  Jail taught her well.  Keep a low profile, learn info but only use it to your advantage, and have a shank on you at all times.  Trust.)

It's Insomnia, My Old Friend

You came back, won't ever end
Get the hint.  No one welcomed you
Don't pay for pizza, cheapskate, that's you too
So many teeeeeeests and drugs we have tried
You never died
The lameeeeeeent, of an insomniac


(Many, many apologies to Simon and Garfunkel.)

Let's try this again

Hello again, you sexy minx.


Right, so I went silent for a while.  Life and such you know.  Plus the blues combined with terrible bouts of the Mean Reds, and that's enough to make you crawl back into bed and never want to come out.

But you can't stay in bed forever because, eventually, the smelly smell of yourself will get to you!  Or so I imagine.  Plus I'm a girl who changes the sheets weekly.  Sometimes twice a week, depending on the time of year.  Also I don't understand why a person would change the sheets and have a lovely fresh bed ready BUT NOT SHOWER BEFORE ENTERING THE BED.  Did you know that if you shower in the evening it's fine to change the sheets once a week but if you shower in the morning you should change your sheets twice a week??  That's a hygienic fact I recently learned.

Oh, the going private thing.  Right, there is a point to it.  So I can freely gossip about people who aren't permitted to read this blog.  I know.  Reverting to high school and all.  No.  Privatization of the blog has become necessary because some people from a past life were reading my blog and it was...uncomfortable.  STALKERS!  I HAVE STALKERS!!!  It has taken much longer than necessary to extract myself from the ex's family.  Also his baby mama.  Really who needs that drama?  Not.  Me.  Having MS brings enough drama around, thanks so much.  Made up drama isn't really my thing.  I have way too many awesome people in my life and too many ideas to muck up to waste time causing problems for others.

The blog is back!  Tune in for new adventures, triumphs, and failures (like knitting leg warmers using that pom-pom type yarn.  EPIC FAIL.)  As always I promise to post the good and the bad...ish.  Hey a girl has to have some secrets.