Careful now.

First, I’d like to apologize for my absence from the blog the past few days. I’ve been battling a head cold, something I haven’t had in years (BOOOOOOOO), so my enthusiasm level for most anything has been rather low. I’m feeling much better now, not quite 100%, but on the way there, instead of on the way down. So, there’s that.

On to the prompt for today, the first thing that came to mind was delivering bad news to someone. It’s never easy to do, and depending on what the news is, you might have to deal with a lot of emotional fallout, such as if someone is injured or killed in an accident, or if someone’s lost their job or wants a divorce. I don’t think there’s an easy way to go about doing it, though. I mean, there are considerate and compassionate ways, but those aren’t always necessarily “easy.” I don’t think you should rip off the metaphorical Band-Aid and just outright tell them, but a little finessing is required. How do you deliver bad news to someone? Do you just get it over with or do you lead them around the mulberry bush a few times to soften them up? Which way has worked best for you?


It’ll cure what ails you.

Panaceas are usually described as a catch-all cure-all, something that covers a whole host of things in one fell swoop. Patent medicines back in the late 19th and early 20th centuries were considered panaceas, as they claimed to “cure” everything from alcoholism (using a substance that was almost 60% morphine by volume) to zinc deficiency. Nowadays, a panacea I always fall back on when I’m not feeling well or I’m just in a blah mood is taking a nap. I know, naps don’t cure anything, but they make you feel better when you wake up, which is the point. It’s not medicine, you should still be taking any prescriptions or OTC stuff that you need to end what’s making you sick, but even if you’re just in a bad mood because shit went down at work or something…take a nap. You’d be surprised how much better you feel when you wake up.

The incredible, edible…



Who doesn’t love a good omelet? Well, aside from chickens.


Omelettes are probably my favorite way to cook an egg. You can add so much to them, the sky is basically the limit. Except for fruit. Don’t be that person. My favorite ingredients to use are sausage, tomatoes, spinach, mushrooms, and cheese. I don’t eat them all the time because clearly, they are calorie-heavy, but damn if they aren’t delicious. When I was in college, I used to get breakfast in the student union quite often, and they had a place where you could make your own omelet. You’d tell the chef what to put in it, and he’d make it right in front of you. I always got bacon, tomatoes, and sausage, but that’s when I was young and stupid and didn’t realize eating that almost every day would contribute to my gallstone problem when I was older. So, enjoy your omelettes, but enjoy them responsibly.

I doubt most of you have heard of it.

If you’re from the UK or Australia, you might know of the former TV show “Neighbors,” and if so, then you’re aware that several pop stars from those countries starred on the show; Kylie Minogue, Natalie Imbruglia, Holly Valance, etc. I can’t say I’ve ever seen it because I’m from the United States, and it wasn’t aired here, but I do like those three artists and for today’s Musical Interlude Friday selection, I give you this song from Holly Valance. Enjoy!

All things spooky.



If I tried to carve a pumpkin, it would look like a serial killer did it.

Halloween for me is always a day I look at with more amusement than frivolity. When I was a kid, I loved Halloween, because it was an excuse to get candy and then eat said candy. I wasn’t allowed candy as a kid except on Halloween, so I always enjoyed getting as many buckets full of it as I could. As an adult now, it’s just another day on the calendar. It’s a children’s holiday, as well it should be. Adults can go buy candy and eat it whenever they want, they don’t need a certain day out of the year to get treated with it. It’s one thing if you’re taking your kids trick-or-treating, and you want to dress up to have a good time with them, but if you’re not taking kids trick-or-treating…I just think you look ridiculous. Stop it.

Also, can someone please explain to me why the majority of costumes for women are all called “Sexy/Slutty _______”? I don’t get that at all. Is it not an appropriate costume for the lady if her tits aren’t hanging out? It would be nice if we, as a culture, could get away from shit like that.

This is why we have an obesity problem.



This looks really, really good, but it also looks like it would give me diabetes if I was in the same room with it.


Who invented the fluffernutter sandwich, and what kind of drugs were they on when it sprang to mind? I can’t say I’ve ever had one, though I wouldn’t mind trying it once before I shuffle off this mortal coil. It looks delicious…just very, very sugary. The only other application for marshmallow fluff that I’ve seen is when my mom bakes every year around the holidays — she uses it to make my great-grandmother’s chocolate fudge. I suppose it would come in handy when making Rice Krispie treats, as you wouldn’t need to worry about getting third-degree burns melting marshmallows down.

Do you have any other uses for marshmallow fluff? What’s your favorite recipe using it?

Look at me, avoiding politics.

Well, I’m going to sidestep the obvious, political connotations of the word “orange” and anyone who might or might fit that description in today’s current landscape, instead choosing to move in a different vein. When I otherwise hear think of the word “orange,” particularly this time of year, I think of fall foliage. Trees turning vibrant colors is just one of many things I love about this time of year. For today’s Musical Interlude Friday selection, I give you “Autumn in New York” by Frank Sinatra. Enjoy!

An unknown feeling.

I can’t say I’ve ever experienced anything that would cause me to think it was surreal or otherwise unbelievable. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a sign that I haven’t lived that exciting a life. I mean, I know I haven’t lived that exciting a life, I’m not really one for living on the edge.

(sorry for the short entry today — I can’t think of anything more to add, and I’m not going to babble for another hundred words)

Touchdown Celebrations​.

I love football, and one thing I enjoy about football are the dances, movements, or other such gyrations players come up with after they score. Some just spike the ball, some do a choreographed dance routine, others just hand the ball to the ref afterward and walk off the field. As a Packers fan, I’m rather biased towards the Lambeau Leap, where players jump into the seats right behind the end zone to get hugs and backslaps from the fans, but if we’re talking Packers’ touchdown celebrations, then there can be only one.


That’s Aaron Rodgers (HEAL, YOU STUPID COLLARBONE, HEAL) and his championship belt, which he does road or home, whenever he throws a touchdown pass. It’s cocky yes, but he’s earned the right to be cocky, and he looks fucking hot doing it, so even if he hadn’t, I’d let it pass. When you hear someone reference it, you know exactly who they’re talking about and what team he plays for. That, to me, is the definition of a trademark.

As a bonus because I’m that kind of gal, have another one:





This is me whenever I hear anything a 16-year-old today listens to.


I don’t like loud.

Let me amend that. I don’t like intentionally loud. Fireworks, obviously, are loud. As are thunderstorms and the garbage/recycling truck coming by to pick up refuse. However, what I really don’t like are people that play their music loud enough that I can hear it not just through your car, but mine. If I have all my windows up and my radio on, I shouldn’t be able to make out what you’re listening to in the next lane. Same goes for people in their houses. We have someone that lives next door to us that blares music from their garage quite often, and if it was good music, I’d be less annoyed. It’s country. Not even good country like Marty Robbins, Johnny Cash, or Merle Haggard, but that shitty current country crap I like to call “bro-country,” or “pop music with cowboy boots and a dobro.” I mean, if he was blasting Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd or Frank Sinatra, I’d sit outside with my computer and enjoy it.