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P.S. I have been learning a little bit of HTML and CSS lately, and I was happy to know how to adjust this drop cap letter image even a little!

politics

An old friend and I were chatting online. This friend is into politics, and I'm not really . . . so I always feel kind of dumb talking about it, because I kind of don't really care. Though I probably should. I probably shouldn't think this way, but I mostly feel like the methods used to acquire a certain end are not necessarily important, as long as the end itself is worthwhile and the means are reasonable. And I also think that I don't really have much involvement or control. And I don't realize, probably, how these things affect me on a fundamental level--but they don't seem to.

I know this is horrible, and I have a lot of friends who think otherwise. And kudos to them, because they probably know a lot more than I do.

But the whole point of this is to point out what I thought was a clever pun.

When my friend had to go, I said, "I am sorry for being a 'lame duck.'"

HAHAHA! Tell me that isn't clever.

It is a sad day when . . .

. . . people stop blogging. Or when people don't blog at all. Also, sometimes I forget to read private blogs because they don't have an RSS feed, so I don't know they've been updated.


All of these things makes me feel like this:

:(


I'm going to call a few people out now:

Cousin Jen. Husband Tim. Rachel Brown. Shaela and Tyler. Andrea and Luke.

People, I miss your bloggage.

Oh mamma!

My mom bought me this shirt that I probably wouldn't have bought for myself, but which I like anyway. It's one of those that has the tightness in the upper area and then tons of material after that, if you know what I'm talking about. Poor description, but when I wear it I feel like I'm wearing a maternity shirt.

It doesn't look like it really because apparently those types of shirt look normal on non-pregnant women, but today I looked at the tag and it said "Oh mamma!" and I'm pretty sure that proves that this shirt was made as maternity clothing.

Score!

Embarrassing.

Oh my goodness. This is an embarrassment. Here I am spouting about my new job (as a professional editor), and spelling words wrong ("by" for "buy").

I'll admit that I sometimes spell words with some incorrect homophonic variation quite frequently.

And yes, I did look up "homophonic" in the dictionary. Yes, it is a word. Yes, I did use it appropriately.

Technically, there probably should be a comma after the word yes in the phrase "Yes folks." That too.

Misadventures in Cooking

Well, I'm nearing the end of my first week of full-time employment in the professional world. It's deadening and good at the same time.

For one thing, my time spent with food, thinking about food, preparing food, is drastically reduced. With this advent, I have noted a need for advanced meal planning, grocery shopping consolidation, and even advanced meal preparation.

Whereas before, I'd browse the internet, come across a recipe that I liked or wanted to try, go to the store and by necessary ingredients (if needed), and then cook. Then eat. That was my life, people.

So don't blame me when yesterday, in preparing chicken alfredo (for the following day, mind you), I grabbed the spice bottle with a grinder top, and later smelled, to my confusion, CINNAMON. Yes folks: instead of a mixed peppercorn grinder, I had indeed grabbed a cinnamon sugar grinder.

Deadening, you see? Welcome to the world of work, Amanda. But I'm still happy to be here.

my best friend married an Italian

While the title to this post is true (and sounds like a good title), it is completely irrelevant.

What I really want you to know about is this:

I was grocery shopping yesterday. I made my circuit from Costco, to Sunflower Market, and then to Buy Low.


You may not find this strange, but I thought it odd that I saw the exact same woman in all three places checking out slightly before me. She was pregnant, had blond hair, and wore a green tank top.

Strange, don't you think?

Gnome, anyone?

So the other day a gnome appeared on our front porch. I have no idea where it came from, but here is a picture of the beaut:




I'm just wondering, what do we do with it now?

Relief!

Folks (if anyone reads this blog), I have an announcement.

I now . . . duh duh duh . . . tentatively have a job! Details pending. I'm waiting for the reality to sink in. Because 2 months and counting, I have been waiting for this moment. And it's hard to believe it's gotten here, because I've already arrived at the point where joblessness becomes both a defining life quality and personal characteristic.

book group

I have a strong desire that has only recently developed. I want to be a part of a book club. It sounds too difficult to start one myself, though (see Oprah's preliminary questions here). I also would like to be a part of a writing group.

My reasons for this? Well, first of all, I want to be motivated to do these things that I love but don't do very much because I'm a lazy dud (or something). Also, I think collaboration of ideas is an enlightening and broadening venture, and what better forum than a semi-formal discussion group where no one is getting grades? It's like your favorite English course without the stress, or something. And maybe you could develop connections with your fellow group-members. As I am often cloistered alone in my apartment (the fate of the jobless?), this sounds appealing to me.

Of course, I don't really know anything about book groups, and I don't know if it would actually be as great as I imagine it to be. I just hope that it is whenever it comes along, because it will come along. And when it does, watch out!