A girl has got to work, and by working this morning, I mean dividing my time between being a nurse, and worrying about writing my blog. I had so much anxiety about being late to publish this bullshit. Apparently, I still need to work on being a little less rigid, and I need to be reminded that nobody really gives a flying fuck. See, I feel better already.
What's to drink....
Pink bubbles??? Don't mind if I do. I'm going to stand by my advocacy for the case of champagne and sparkling wine being perfectly suitable for every day drinking. I mean, maybe not every single day, but as far as I can tell we don't NEED a reason to celebrate. Life can be tough, and there will be weeks it will feel like life has kicked you in the tits. This will make you feel better. Nurse's orders. Cheers.
Chandon Rosé - Cali
What's to eat....
Apparently there is some big debate between the chili connoissuers of the world about whether or not beans belong in chili. You do whatever you like, but I'm not giving the 3 people I live with, who all happen to be big fans of passing gas, any more ammunition, so to speak. I have high hopes that the GIRL will grow out of this phase. I have no such hope for the other 2 animals. Farts are gross. This chili is good.
Smokin' Scoville's Turkey Chili (sans habenero, hot chocolate (WTF), and beans)
Working on my new laws of Facebook....
I love social media, but Facebook has been really pissing me off lately. If I were Mark Zuck these would be the new laws of the land.
1. Cut the shit with the political posts. Our impending reality is bad enough and I don't need constant reminders of that fact. Don't you people know, Facebook is not for real life.
2. Professions of true, tender, sweet, undying love need not apply. I'm either going to choke on my own vomit or jump off my roof. Potentially both. At the same time. Stop it, or prepare to die.
3. Vague-booking. "Something good is happening" or "Something bad is happening". Either way, I ain't biting.
4. Crazy anti-vaccination nut bags. It's your choice (and we can agree to disagree) but please don't push your agenda and your pertussis onto me and my kids.
5. Constant complaining/airing of dirty laundry/passive-aggressive jabs. This kinda shit is on a whole other level of fucked up. Cut it out, we are all rolling our eyes at you, AND we think you're a lunatic.
This is just my top 5. Please people, post your pics, your favorite recipes, your blog that 6 people read, but for the love of all that is good and holy, cut that other shit out.
Wishing you ALL of the Good Stuff.
XO
Tara
PS - You know I'm kidding about the Facebook laws. Sorta.
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