Wordy Wednesday

This morning I woke up with a song stuck in my head that I could not for the life of me remember where I'd heard it. I knew it had been on a movie or a television show or something. I just couldn't recall which one. It bugged me all morning. I kept playing it over and over in my head and I wanted to know who to blame for this affliction. It wasn't a song I would have heard on the radio mostly because I never get to listen to the radio anymore.

I was sitting at the reference desk changing out the stats sheets when it finally came to me. It was a song from Being Human. The haunting song they played during last season's finale episode. This is what I get for watching the marathons Syfy keeps showing.

Anyway, I was relieved. Then the song was gone from my head and I got distracted cutting recipes from the newspapers I was reading. Because I have to read newspapers as part of my job. And since reading newspapers ranks right up there with plucking my eyebrows as one of those painful things I least want to waste my time doing (thank goodness I have thin, mostly light eyebrows!) I figure I may as well get something other than a paycheck out of it, right?

One of my all time best most popular pie recipes came from my morning stints reading newspapers.

Getting paid to read newspapers would be my mother's dream job. She subscribes to one newspaper and relentlessly hunts down another that is distributed for free. When she misses one she is NOT HAPPY.

I need to go back and update that pie post with a photo. Good enough excuse to make a pie this weekend, right? And since Sis1 and Emmy are coming this weekend, I'll have plenty of folks to share it with. Although, eating that entire pie all by myself would be the epitome of AMAZINGLY WONDERFUL. But since I'm, you know, trying to get fit and healthy, that would be an amazingly BAD IDEA.

As I was drinking my lunch shake this afternoon, it occurred to me how much happier I am now that I drink "chocolate milk" for lunch instead of eating a frozen dinner or sandwich. Lunch used to be one of the most depressing times of the day because I almost always hated what I brought. Bringing a quick and cheap lunch to work everyday isn't the most delicious thing in the world. But drinking a velvety smooth chocolate drink and noshing on almonds or grapes? Feels decadent and makes me happy. Plus, I don't lose half my thirty minute lunch time prepping a meal. Used to be I'd only have ten to fifteen minutes to actually eat my lunch. Now I have a full thirty minutes to drink/eat my lunch. Delicious.

Why only thirty minutes for lunch? I mean, don't I work at a professional institution? Why, yes. I do. Technically I have an hour for lunch. But because I live 45 minutes away, they allow me to split my hour...Thirty minutes at noon and then thirty minutes at four--which means, kids, I get to go home at 4pm instead of 4:30 and can get home by or before 5pm instead of 5:30.

Anyway, Sis1 and Emmy are coming this weekend to celebrate Sis1's 38th birthday. Her birthday isn't actually until next week but she can't come next weekend because the dork volunteered to work nursery at her church next Sunday. So anyway, last year I treated her out for a fancy steak supper which she did not reciprocate when my birthday rolled around last year. So, guess who's NOT getting steak for her birthday this year.

Is that, like, super childish of me? I mean, I understand if peeps can't afford to reciprocate a full on steak supper but lemme see...she didn't take me anywhere! for mine. She didn't even bother to come over for my birthday at all last year. So essentially, I rank right up there with crusty toes to her. And I love my sister, I do. I'd give her the xxxlarge shirt off my back if she ever needed it. But she's not getting steak this  year.

I hadn't heard from BFF since July, I think. Not since I called her for her birthday. It's not unusual for us to go a few months without calling each other because she's a busy mom/wife/nurse and last year she was diagnosed with MS. So, she has a life. Me, I just hate phones. But six months was a little extreme. So I sent her Christmas gift. And a card. I still didn't hear from her. Which, sadly, I didn't even realize until one day last week when it dawned on me that I hadn't heard from her or gotten a card or anything. We always exchange cards. And she usually calls me when I send her stuff.

Suddenly I was obsessed with why she hadn't called me. Was she mad at me? The t-shirt I sent her..had it offended her? It was highly sarcastic but so is she so I thought it suited her. But maybe it hadn't. Maybe it had just made her mad or hurt her feelings. Or, Heaven forbid, maybe she was in the hospital again and nobody had bothered to tell me. It happens. When she had her first MS episode last year, she had been in the hospital for two weeks before I found out from someone at church. (Her husband sucks.)

Monday, after I got home from Sis2's, I called BFF. No answer. I left a message. She didn't call me back. Chewed it over and worried all night Monday and most of Tuesday.

She finally called me last night. She hadn't bothered to check her messages the day before and she had been too busy/tired/whatever to call me before.  She apologized. I told her I was glad she wasn't dead. We talked for an hour and all was well. Phew! I don't even think she realized that it had been six months since we'd talked. She's had a lot going on. Her daughter is 14 now, in all AP classes, is a cheerleader with practice three days a week and displaced her kneecap twice and has been in physical therapy for three days a week since October, I think. So yeah. She's been busy.

Anyway, I think I've rambled long enough. Happy Wednesday Afternoon!