(Rules for) Living Life on the Lime (515)

A. Appreciate the rain. Other people have so much more or less of it than they need. Just appreciate yours.

B. Remember to use I-statements when expressing your discomfort with someone else.

1. Example: “I feel angry because you ate all the pie, dude!”
2. Example: “I feel happy because I scored three goals on that group of children, which means I win.”
3. Example: “When you poke me in the side, I feel tickled.”
4. And so on.

C. Consider the consequences of your actions.

1. Like if you eat too many blueberries and spinach, it might give you the runs.
2. Or if you get into the shower with your glasses on, they might get wet.

D. Re-use zip-lock bags.

E. There can never be too many raspberries or blueberries, despite what I said earlier.

F. Trust yourself.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: My Neighborhood (the Walk Home)

 

 

In Which There is a Birthday Party and a Taylor Swift Song

The Taylor Swift song is better than I expected. (Someone else played it).

But I prefer Lorde. She’s the discovery of the year so far. And the people who received a link to her song in a text from me are winners. Request and I’ll send it to you as well because I happen to like everyone enough to think you’re winners. I mean, if I have your number. Like, that’s a thing.

Ok. Team. Tomorrow will be my confessional/exciting post, I promise.

Tonight I will say this: I made strawberry blueberry muffins with coconut oil that are awesome and entirely whole wheat. I am wearing a sweater tank top with a peace sign because it’s my new favorite shirt. And I am going to a birthday party and also to a concert. It’s pretty much a big night. Like, whoa.

In all seriousness, coconut beer is incredible. And blueberry, but not the overly sweet kind. I believe that everyone should be picky about beer.

Mmkay. Thanks. Bye.

In Which There Is a New Job and Popcorn

I made maple and brown sugar sauce with coconut oil for popcorn yesterday and it was incredible. I also paid enough attention to the Oscars to know that Anna Hathaway is weirdly widely hated and Adele is weirdly widely loved — at least according to Twitter, that the Onion may have issued it’s first-ever retraction after making a stupid wise crack about the most adorable child actor yet to be sucked in by Hollywood, and that the same Quvenzhané was also subjected to weird sexualization by MacFarlane who declared it would be 16 years before she would be too old for George Clooney. My conclusion: weird.

Then this morning there was Starbucks, coffee, and re-hashing of things I used to know how to do but don’t really know how to do any more. Without a doubt, I am a happy camper to be opening, but I have a feeling that I will be craving more than one 2 pm nap in the weeks to come. Unfortunately, 2 pm is about the mid-hour of job number two, so I’ll have to quell those urges, at least for the time being.

I made more popcorn tonight and used brewer’s yeast on it that I think was mislabeled (#annoying) because it’s not yellow and flakey the way it’s supposed to be.

It’s amazing how studying writing or reading closely as a part of your main employment will make you rethink every word you choose when you are the one writing. And rethink grammatical structure. And rethink metaphors, mixed or well-constructed though they may be. Even beginning a sentence with the phrase “It’s amazing how…” starts to annoy me. Like it’s too tawdry or something. Too tired.

However, writing begets better writing, at least from what I can tell, and so… I shall write.

And you may even see a transition to substance sometime soon.

But I won’t make promises, because that would be calling it a comeback a little too soon, I think

I might owe my Dad a post on the New Girl. I’ll think about it.

And we can’t go on without Rules. Watch for that.

In Which I Reenter the Blogosphere

It has been too long, dear faithful blog readers.

Right now, I am listening to Loch Lomond’s song “Wax & Wire,” contemplating the meaning of life, and digesting some serious Ben & Jerry’s peanut butter ice cream. Also, I have a second blog post in the works as we read, but it merits a little thoughtfulness, so I’m holding off on that until tomorrow.

The song has changed to “Don’t Cha” by the Pussycat Dolls featuring Busta Rhymes.

I never claimed I was consistent, but I do think I have exceptional taste in music.

News: I am totes going to law school in the fall.

Other news: I am currently a full-time intern and starting a second job on Monday. The second job will be well-loved for its impact on my (delicious) coffee intake. There is a chance that it will be less well-loved for its impact on my time and level of sleep deprivation.

The song has now changed to “Settle Down” by Kimbra.

No linking this time, but I recommend searching that music video and generally exploring Kimbra’s repertoire (#worthwhile).

And with that, I bid you adieu until tomorrow because I need to take advantage of daylight and get running. Wahoo.