Thursday, October 15, 2015

Brain Dump wk2

Walking the dog thoughts of the week.

Oh Look at that star, it's moving!  Um.   Um....der.

Coffee.  I need a coffee.

I see you bunny.  The stance on the dog and the perk of his ears tells me..he, too, has seen you bunny.  Act like a statue bunny, no swagger.  Statue.  as an image of me, body flopping parallel to the ground as the dog runs off in hunt of the floppy ears, flashes through my mind.  I dig in my heels, not a second too soon.  Road rash avoided.

I wonder if people with loud exhausts only travel late at night and early in the morning.  Does this draw less attention?
The surround sound of daylight in the city is deafening.

I shoulda worn gloves.

If the dog used the toilet my life would be perfect.

It's so dark out, I should have worn the headlamp.

I wonder if my skin would be paler than it is if I were a vampire....

Bacon!?  Who cooks bacon at 6 A.M. on a Thursday?!  Genius.
Now, I'm starving.

Monday, October 12, 2015

Hoagies and Grinders, Yogurt and Granola

In the recent past I used to have myself a cup of yogurt and some granola every morning.  I thrive on routine.  My predictable journey has been met with some twists and turns.  La-la-la-lunchlady land.  I eat "lunch" now at 10:30 A.M.   That's going to take some getting used to.  I've begun to snub my nose at my at home yogurt and granola munching, without evening noticing until I was working on my meal planning for the upcoming week, making a grocery list earlier and noticed I haven't touched it.  In fact, I haven't been eating breakfast.  Walk the dog, drink a coffee, make the kid and husband lunches, wake up the kid, get ready to roll out and hit the kitchen.  I'm certain the portioning of 768 ounces of yogurt into 153 cups and fifteen pounds of granola portioned into two ounce baggies last week has been a large part of my stroll from my breakfast routine.

When I begin to question the biggest recent change, the step into lunch ladyland, I sit back and listen to the house full of kids we have running in and out every afternoon and every weekend.   I love the smell of the kid when she comes in from hours of outdoor play.   I want to be here everyday after school to do homework with Ly, to play games, to keep a watchful eye as her and her friends ride bikes & scooters up and down the street.  I want to be here to have dinner ready...but, I want to work, too.  I want to make money even if it's only a little.  I'm in love with my lunch ladyland hours. Roughly a week ago I bid on a permanent spot in one kitchen.  The end of last week I was told I was the best qualified candidate and had been awarded the position.  Ha.  Man, I know how to serve up some lunch...or was the only applicant.  Tomorrow is my second first day, at a new school.  I'll feel awkward, but it'll pass quick. The kid is pumped because it's her school.  We'll walk in together every morning and she'll know for sure I'm not going back home to have all kinds of fun without her. Looks like for now, this school kitchen gig will be part of my routine.

I wonder when I'll decide to eat yogurt again? 

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Brain Dump wk1

The dog and I saw an intact Pringle on the ground during our walk.  It had fallen from human grasp and remained whole. This puzzled me.  That was one tough "cookie".  The last can I bought had seen battle, every chips edge was cracked and crumbling.

Tissues and Tape can fix a whole lot...when you're six.

I need an acorn falling sensor.
..or a hard hat.

Why?  Why do dog owners continue to bring their dogs outside and not carry a bag to remove the waste?  Why?  When I have to watch my step on the Church lawn, something is terribly wrong with humans & their actions.  If you leave your dog piles behind You Suck at dog owning and I'm pretty bummed I even have to share air with you.

I should wear my hair a different way each day.

I'm so glad the kid seems to be falling into the school groove and not disliking it, as much as, last year.  *knock on wood*

I love Autumn.

(as I was running)   What the hell am I running for?  I don't even like to run.  The dog likes to run.  I'd like to still be in bed.  (Oscar stopped to sniff a fire hydrant)  more my speed.

The husband would gladly do more cooking.  Too bad he doesn't understand the clean up associated with dinner.  nightly.

Nachos.  I'm totally making nachos this weekend!  with Guac!  homemade Guac.  I better buy my avocados tomorrow.