I’m not on a challenge or anything but I am very interested in becoming a vegan. Overall a plant based diet might be better for me long term, however we will get to that bullshit on a different day.
I’ve made a few tasty vegan dishes that didn’t have me missing any meat. I took pictures. I may start posting the recipes if I love them.
My crazy ass thought that Spicy Garlic Brussel Sprouts would be a yummy side. 😖😣☹️. I do not like Brussel sprouts. I repeat I do not like Brussel sprouts. This is not a DRILL. Hell to the nah!!! Bad…bad…bad! (I’m not knocking those that like em, IJS)
I thought I would attempt to eat them with a grown up palate and they were an epic fail taste wise. I can however point out that I did at least try. Needless to say the meal was simple to make. I had to put a little bit of soul into it because the recipes called for no additional spices…BUT…honey, I don’t do bland!
I used my iPhone X to take these photos. They came out pretty nice. What do you think?
10 Things About Me
10. Red is my favorite color.
9. The Cincinnati Reds is my favorite baseball team.
8. I’m lactose intolerent but I love ice cream.
7. I’m afraid of water (yes, the Sailor is afraid of water. I can swim but water is destructive and scary at times).
6. New Edition is my favorite music group.
7. I love love love listening to Frank Sinatra (Frank is apart of my morning ritual).
6. I met my husband over a bottle of Jagermeister (true story, I promise).
5. Tampa Bay Buccaneers is my favorite football team.
4. I was born in Cincinnati, Ohio (hell no…not a Bengals fan.)
3. I have a bad habit of speaking in football terms.
2. I absolutely love sports
1. I love sugar (cakes, pies, cookies, soda, candy)
It’s your turn! Tell me about yourself.
Have you ever seen Big Bird’s nest on Sesame Street? It’s probably been a while especially when it’s not shown very often. Big Bird of course has this massive sized nest, as he should since he is of course, Big Bird. I find myself comparing my nest to Big Bird’s. I mean, for a while my nest was pretty big. All four of my baby birds and Papa bird fit into the nest quite nicely. We had room to grow and grow is exactly what they did. GROW! And they grew some more and now they don’t fit into the nest like they used too.
Now, I spend a lot of my time perched up in my nest, spending a lot of time alone with my thoughts. It’s funny, as they get older, so do I. I have to face my own mortality, the baby birds having birds of their own, finding jobs and flying away. For a while I felt sad but then quickly felt refreshed because I remembered what Papa Bird said about that empty nest.
An empty nest means freedom. Free to fly to Vegas. Free to fly here or there. Fly anywhere! Sex here. Sex there. Booze in the morning if I want. Booze at night if I like.
Just freedom! The empty nest isn’t looking so bad anymore.
For today’s writing prompt, my dumb ass had to look up the word to find out what it meant before I could respond. According to Webster’s New Basic Dictionary:
Dubious (adj) 1. Causing doubt: equivical. 2. Reluctant to agree: skeptical. 3a. Questionable as to qualify or validity. b. Verging on impropriarity. 4. Not yet decided. – dubiously (adv)
Well shit…I have been causing doubt, reluctant to agree, always skeptical, to the point that I think that people are questionable in their ability to qualify or validate my sanity because my behavior is always verging on the impropriarity of others but yet I have not decided if I am all that dubious or not.
My own humor to spark my day.
The place in my heart where disappointment and expectations go to die…
Where it all goes black
Numb to feeling
Numb to love