I don't really feel like fucking doing this today....
Nor do I feel like putting the laundry away. What an awful task. I've managed to delegate my other least favorite task of emptying the dishwasher to my son, but the laundry remains mine. It's a thankless job but somebody's gotta do it, that is until I can force my children to do it for me. Until then, fuck you laundry. Fuck you.
What's to drink....
I've been trying to be less of an animal since getting back from vacation. This means a little less guzzling drinks and more sipping on things like a lady. We'll see how long this lasts for but I've been drinking more red wine lately. This particular one is in the tasting section of my fave liquor store. I don't typically do wine tastings in the store. I LIKE the idea of it but I think it's kind of a half-assed idea. So, they have all these wines that I can try, great start. It's basically free or there is a nominal cost. Still sounding good. So, I walk over to look at the selection of all the delicious shit I can try and I am quickly reminded that my part-raised-by-wolves, part-chimpanzee, part-frat boy toddler is IN the store WITH me. The store is FULL of glass. And Kelsey does not walk, Kelsey only runs. So, immediately my mouth watering goes to full on dry mouth because if Kels is going to knock over some bottles they are going to be some super fucking expensive ones. So, there is no time for "tasting". There is barely time to run through the store grabbing the first thing I can find, all while yelling "watch out, excuse me, stop running, don't touch that, no you can't drink it, watch out, IT'S GLASS, there's no bathroom, stop saying penis, WATCH OUT". There is no wine tasting. There is just hoping for a good bottle and the least amount of destruction as possible, and that maybe one day they'll put a daycare in the liquor store so that I can actually put that wine tasting to good use. Luckily, this one worked out. Cheers.
Substance Cabernet Sauvignon
What's to eat....
I needed a new twist to my chicken thighs and I found this recipe that came out really good. The paleo freaks will love this one because it's a recipe by Bill Staley of the Primal Palate. I used boneless skinless chicken thighs, whereas the cave people used the bone-in, skin-on type so to be extra caveman-ish. I think it would be good either way, so do what you like. If you enjoy the recipe and want to thank me, please feel free to come over and put this fucking laundry away.
Spice-Rubbed Chicken Thighs
Working on my keeping things in perspective....
I had a momentary lapse of reason this week, as us humans sometimes do. I fell into the trap of beating myself up, questioning myself, and my self-worth, and then beating myself up for doing so. So basically I was feeling bad and then I started to beat the shit out of myself FOR feeling bad. I'm not new to this, I happen to be very good at it, so I know when this happens I need a voice of reason, someone who knows what the hell they are talking about, so that my head can be swiftly removed from my ass. This person can come in many forms, a friend, my Mom, a therapist, sometimes someone I don't even know. I'm leaving the link to what got my head of out of my ass (for the most part) this week. I loved this piece, and I am grateful for the perspective it drilled into my big head (this is not a knock on my head, I DO, in fact, have a really big head, thanks, Dad). Anyway, if your head is up your ass, especially regarding body issue stuff, read below.
http://momastery.com/blog/2014/07/06/body-masterpiece/
Wishing you ALL of the Good Stuff.
XO
Tara
P.S. In the spirit of full disclosure, I am drinking more red wine so as to sip slowly, but I MAY have guzzled some white wine last night. It happens, people, let's not beat the shit out of ourselves for it. I've done enough of that this week.
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