I’ve been blogging for a long time. A loooooong time. 8 years. Okay, that’s not a long time compared to some bloggers but still a long time. It actually feels like it should be longer! 😀 It’s one journey I’m grateful to have started, but over time, I have developed a few pet peeves related to visiting other blogs. And today, I’m letting them out, people. No holding back!
A little housekeeping for those who interested in my apple dessert recipe that I promised to post last Thursday: it’s coming. It’s delicious (seriously, the frosting is amazing) but … the pictures were not fabulous and I judge a recipe by how much the picture makes me drool or wanna lick the screen. Ugly food pictures make me wrinkle my nose in distaste, so I can’t imagine they tempt others either. Yes, I know this is like judging a book by its cover; sometimes it works and sometimes you get tricked! Ugly can be yummy!
I had hoped to read more last month but alas that didn’t happen. Granted, I had also hoped to grow past age 10, but Lord love a duck that did not happen either. You just gotta roll with it, I guess. To be completely fair, it was my choice to not read more in September; it was NOT my choice to stop growing in the fifth grade. 😀
I’m baaaaaack! As I mentioned earlier, my grandma celebrated her 90TH BIRTHDAY and I went back to Minnesota to party hard with her. Okay, get together with family and reminisce while eating lots of food because party hard when you’re 90 means something different than when you were 21. 😀 A responsible, forward-planning Tanya would have prewritten some posts but I ain’t that gal. Some day. Maybe.
That’s me in a nutshell … stuck. My mind goes 24/7 and conjures up these amazing ideas that fill me with such life-sustaining hope of what my life could be, while simultaneously feeling just out-of-reach — like a fluttering butterfly that I chase to no avail. Because even if I miraculously captured this elusive insect, I wouldn’t know what to do with it if I did. And now I feel like a stuck loser, which is not a happy or true place to live.
So last month I read 1.5 books so I’m pleased as Harry Potter winning the Quidditch Cup to have completed two whole books in one month. That’s right: 2 books. Sure, my normal average is around 5+ books per month but with my non-existent my reading mojo, I can’t complain. Well, not too much. And yes, I know — #FirstWorldBookNerdProblem and I’d probably feel guilty if I weren’t an American, where being a diva is a right. I take advantage of all my rights, including being a book diva and voting. 😀