An extra large ...

...seriously doesn't fit me. So, I'm changing it.

Nothing is ever simple with me.

I dislike Spring

I haven't been knitting. I haven't been blogging. I haven't been meditating. I haven't even been doing any yoga.

I've been working. Busily, crazily, wonderfully-and-horribly working. I am learning new things, macros and functions and push-a-button-make-it-happens, things that fill my head up with swollen bits of information.

I love it, except that knowledge swells up and pushes out the creativity.

It pushes out my words so that I have no way to express myself.

Now I'm just script, a pulsing macro with nowhere to go, nothing to automate.

Hey, I took a break

I just realized I took myself a big, long blog-break without realizing it or intending to. As with every other hobby I have or thing I do, I go through phases with blogging. Pretty much the only thing I do every day with any regularity is go to work and be married. Most other things get set aside or abandoned from one to many days at a time. I usually come back though.

If you're wondering what I've been doing, don't. It's only exciting if you're me. I have been busy at work, which feels very, very good. I have added a job at work, scanning all incoming invoices in one of our departments. This means a lot more work for all of us. And it means a trip to South Carolina for me next month, which is also exciting.

I've been working on an afghan for my mother-in-law.

And that pretty much wraps up what I've been up to for the past month.

Oh, except I'm still sick.

Facebook

Ah, Facebook. You have allowed me to connect with truly amazing people. People I will likely never have the chance to meet face-to-face, but who inspire me and make seeing their little corner of the internet such a joyous place to visit.

It helps me keep in touch with my best girls, RHG, and a certain delicate flower who I have not renamed as yet. I keep up with my parents, some odd relatives scattered about, and a few friends I've lost touch with.

Facebook also recently got me back in touch with a former lover ex-girlfriend high school classmate girl I used to know. It is odd how time and perspective changes one's views of life. Whenever I hear stories people tell about former girl- or boy-friends, it always focuses on the negative. People rarely say, "I dated this boy once, and he sure was a great guy."

It makes sense, I suppose; after all, if they were so great they wouldn't be an ex, eh? I guess people don't break up when things are wonderful.

I have not stayed friends with any of my exes. I tried, but it never really worked out. Colin was, well, to say not comfortable with the idea of me being friends with an ex would be a gross understatement.

I find the idea of being friends with my ex-girlfriend a curious one, and I find that I'm genuinely open to getting to know her as a friend.

For the record

I hate cough syrup. And I hate medicine. The people who make "cherry" flavoured cough syrup must never have actually eaten a real cherry. It is thick and sticky, and leaves a horrible aftertaste, and it tastes like ass.

It was the name that got me

I have a new favourite food-blog: Bacon Concentrate. Suddenly I don't hate cooking so much.

Okay, this is not sudden. It has been slowly happening over the past couple of months. Maybe now that I am over 30 I feel the need to actually grow up some and learn to use the fracking kitchen.

Whatever. Check her out, she totally rocks.

Home-made juice

I made my own juice tonight! The recipe, from Bunny:

• frozen cranberries
• frozen blackberries
• one apple, chopped
• one leaf kale, de-stemmed
• 2-3 cups water
• 2 cups soy milk

I substituted strawberries for cranberries (stupid market), threw the ingredients into the blender, and liquefied the whole mess. Out came a lovely purple juice-y goodness; it's a little crunchy, what with the strawberry seeds and the kale, but it is yummy like desserts and embodies my soul-deep hatred/longing for Spring to arrive.

I'm slowly learning about kitchen stuff. While the making of juice is not difficult, and probably a drunken five year old could do it, I am quite pleased with myself. Next I'll tell you guys about the HUGE pot of chili I made, from scratch!