#10: Relax

I took a brief social media and blogosphere hiatus--in an effort to complete #10, relax. 

Abandoning the blog for a week didn't do much for the psyche. I can't tell you how many things flew through my head that I wanted to discuss with my Mac, only to remember I was on hiatus and couldn't. I also discovered this blog is limiting in that content should relate the list--but not everything I want to write does. And what happens once I'm 32? I created something new to worry about while relaxing.

Boycotting Facebook was a whole different story. I think I lost the voices once the urge to spy on my top ten finally subsided, and realized I really don't give a shit if Sue is eating turkey in South Carolina. Not to mention the attention I got in the real world. People actually called me (or texted, still a bit more personal), and used the archaic email tool because I hadn't updated my status...go figure. 

So my little experiment was successful, and given that my head friends seem to have finally left the building (you know, the ones that make all that shit up that just isn't true but they make you think about it anyway?), I might just "maintain" on Facebook for the time being until I have something I really want to say. 

#31: Understand and appreciate how fortunate I really am

Despite an incident last night that should have kept me buried under a mountain of self pity, I rise like a Phoenix from the ashes (I did go to Elon, you know).

Today is going to be a good day.

Mad Men. Wow. LOVE it. Purchased Season 1 through iTunes, and while it took two days to download it was well worth the wait. If you haven't seen it, do. Centered around the goings on of an ad agency in the 1960's--let's just say that had I entered my field in that era as an Account Executive I would be responsible for handling much more than ads. They are EVIL and I love them all.

Best line: "Love is something we created to sell women like you pantyhose."

Twilight. Another Wow. I, admittedly (depsite two younger siblings, an addicition to the web, and an odd obsession with all things Vampire), knew nothing about this book series. Then, while flipping through my Facebook Flair I came across numerous "I love Edward Cullen", "Edward Cullen's Girlfriend", "Bella is a Whore" buttons. Who the hell are THESE people and have they dominated Facebook? No, they are characters in a story. A vampire love story--and what is sexier that forbidden love? Did I mention these are "young adult" books. Explains a lot about the uber-mini and Ugg phenomenon.

While the movie "Twilight" comes out Friday, I bought the book and I am 200 pages deep. I can't put it down. I considered bringing it to work to read on webinars and conference calls--but that's why I have Facebook. It will be my evening indulgence.

So what I am thankful for?

1) Eyes and ears to watch and read these gems
2) The money to purchase both
3) My Phoenix-esque qualities
4) My super hot tights on my super hot legs today
5) My high opinion of myself

And of course the fingers to make these thoughts public for better or worse.

#31: Understand and embrace how fortunate I really am.

Winning starts today! No pneumonia. Although I was sorta looking forward to possible forced, medicated bed rest--as least for 1 or 2 days.

Since this is not in my future I'm going to put on my smashing new boots and skinny jeans (exploit my weight loss sans gym) to let the world know that I am back after a brief stay up my own ass. I deeply apologize for my lack of humor and abundance of "cuddle me" lately. Coping and not knowing what to do with myself, I talked (ok, cried, whined, prayed) to the internet. Of course some of you will picking me up again once the codeine wears off but for now...

I am fortunate that I have SO many people around me who love me, love to hate me and don't even know they love me yet and for all of them I am thankful.

That, and Flair on Facebook. Oh la la I love it!

Realization

Last week, I went back and re-read my blog from post #1 (yes, was lacking motivation). I realized a few things:

1) I never saw any of this coming
2) I've lost a little of my bitch
3) I became a pathetic, pseudo-philosophic girl (I hate)

So, no more whining. Just winning.

Right after I'm hospitalized at 2:45 for pneumonia. Wish me luck.

# 8: Stop eating out so much

Making soup--two Sunday's in a row. I declare this SOUPER Sunday (loser). 

Last week, I made curried cauliflower soup and it was really, really good. I made enough to feed all of Cobb County, but there is no choice. You can't make soup for one or two, that's called Campbell's.

This Sunday, I'm cranking out tomato and blue cheese. Slightly more complicated, but hopefully worth the wait (and effort, and burning hangnails from tomato acidity). This meal is cheap, which is good considering the "state of the economy".  Speaking of, the economy and my life are currently running parallel, and dancing to that Katy Perry song--not "I kissed a girl". 

So let's eat some soup. Cheap comfort. What more can you ask for?

P.S. Recipe to follow, should it turn out.