It’s time for another coffee talk with Tanya. Where I talk about what’s on my mind, also known as random thoughts. Ramblings. Or a whole lot of nothing. Or everything. It depends on your perspective. 😀 Now go ahead and pour yourself a big mug of coffee (or tea or whatever your drink preference is) and get cozy. This is what’s on my mind …
Max Might Be a Hobbit
I believe Max is more hobbit than feline. Need proof? Fine. I present Exhibit A
Both have hairy or furry feet.
Not enough you say? All cats have hairy feet, you argue. Fair enough. Here’s Exhibit B.
Both have more meal times than regular creatures do. Max is normally not overly aggressive about his meals. He doesn’t bellow like Emeril did. He just patiently waits at his dish, expecting me to do the right thing. Which is to feed him. But now he’s starting to whine more about the lack of food in his dish. All. The. Time. He wants breakfast. Second Breakfast. Elevensies. Luncheon. Afternoon Tea. Dinner. Supper. Bedtime Treat (which even Hobbits didn’t eat).
I should be grateful that he doesn’t wake me up at 3:00 AM for pre-breakfast meal.
What I’m Watching
It feels like there is either nothing or everything on — right? No happy medium. Right now I’m watching Better Call Saul (Gus Fring is back!), Archer (yes, I watch cartoons and I am not ashamed) and iZombie. I’m also anxiously awaiting the return of Fargo this week. After all, I am Minnesotan, dontcha know.
I still watch Supernatural because I cannot quit the show, although it’s been a so-so season. I’ve heard great things about Big Little Lies but haven’t read the book yet and feel like I should read the book first. Agree or disagree?
P.S. Just finished What Alice Forget and now rethinking whether I even need to read Big Little Lies. Just not sure if Moriarty is my jam.
Reading Small Great Things
This was my pick for book club this month. I won’t lie: I’m terrified. It’s received rave reviews, which it has undoubtedly earned. But the subject matter — racism is a hard topic for me. I wanted to read this story but left to my own devices (and fears), it would remain forever on my TBR. So I chose it for book club to force myself to read it and to also hopefully give myself the support (or shoulder to wail on) I will likely need afterwards. Because people, I expect to be emotionally wreaked afterwards.
I keep putting off starting it, but book club is this weekend so I have to read it this week. I expect to procrastinate until the last possible moment because I feel very vulnerable.
A Rant or Two
I don’t want to give Emperor Baby Fists too much space here. However, I occasionally need to vent about him. So two things:
1. Dropping Tomahawks and MOABs Do Not Make You Presidential
Media — stop saying that. You’re speaking to man who craves adulation and praise and will continue to drop bombs without thought about consequences or the big picture to receive positive press. Yes, there are times when bombs are necessary. However, they should always be part of a well-thought out strategy and not some whim of a toddler in need of a belly rub.
2. Sean Spicer is a Moron
We have all stuck our foot in our mouth and said something stupid or regrettable. Had he immediately said, “Whoa. That was stupid. Let’s back up a second.” I would have rolled my eyes but likely given him a pass. He did not do that. He dug in harder. And his explanation doesn’t hold up to scrutiny. Assad has ONLY EVER HARMED HIS OWN PEOPLE because Syria is the midst of a CIVIL war. Whether he used chemical weapons, bombs or guns on his citizens makes no difference. And the idea that killing their own people is what makes Assad and Hitler despicable is … I don’t actually have words for it. It’s awful — no argument there — but it also implies that killing others … say Polish Jews or Italian Jews is somehow less terrible and no words again.
Okay, enough venting. I am almost ready to hulk out and imagine many of you are too, so let’s turn it over to the great Melissa McCarthy for a few laughs.
Some Much Need Lightness
Deep breaths, people. Deep breaths. It’s all good.
I imagine Max asks himself this question every day. And fun always wins.
Mine too. Mine too.
One Last Thought
It’s Monday so let’s leave on a high, positive note.
Okay, okay. I got confused. I do think some people — not me, of course — need a FU shot. But I digress. Here’s that positivity I promised you …
Now it’s your turn. Tell me what’s on your mind!