I want to be good at everything but not if it means that I’m good at nothing either. Because we’re not good at everything, no matter what those self-help gurus tell us. And we could spend hours and hours trying to master a skill to only marginally improve when we could have instead honed our natural talents and created new opportunities for ourselves. And let’s get real: sometimes we just suck at doing certain things too. Period. 😀
Oh August. You were an exceptionally long month filled with lots of crappy news and events. You also had lots of good-to-okay books. In my most selfish, Trump-like moments, I’m not sure which is worse because I want to read bigly, beautiful books. Yes, yes, the crappy news and bad events are much worse. But woe is me, how I suffered too. Not really. Or at all. I’m just a big book baby. 😀
Oh man. I love these. LOVE. THESE. They are yummy in my tummy. Delicious. Fantastic. I could eat my weight in them. Okay, I probably couldn’t do that last one, but I’d be up for trying! 😀 What can I say? I am a big kid at heart and this kid loves pizza, especially homemade pizza rolls.
Alas, I caught the dreaded summer cold. Colds are never fun any time of the year, but I find them particularly insulting when it’s 90+ degrees outside. Rude! I am actually starting to feel better but didn’t get a chance to write my promised post on a yummy treat to go along with my favorite high school movies. I am choosing to not feel bad or guilty about this.
It’s back-to-school season and I love this time of the year. School and I weren’t always BFFs, but I loved shopping for new school supplies and clothes as a child. Even today, all the back-to-school ads and displays bring out a warm, fuzzy feeling inside of me. I also happen to love movies where high school plays a prominent role. Sure, those movies aren’t really reality based, but still loads of fun.
I still remain a bit numb after last week. It has been one horrible, no good, awful, terrible thing after another with Emperor Baby Fists. I never expected him to pivot into being presidential but Lordy! I also expected more out of him than this. My mistake. Thus, I am grumpy. Tired. Frustrated. But I am not giving up. I do need, however, to let out a good, loud scream and suspect you do too. So let’s do it together — AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I feel a bit better.