Hey, Look - Two in a Row

Wow, this is some kind of record, isn't it?  Two in a row!  That's worth a toast, but I'm already so dang tired that just taking a whiff of that beautiful Pop's Reserve would knock me out.  That reminds me - I still owe my brother money.

I had a weird day at work, and I gave myself a paper cut with foil cooking dinner (only me), and my dogs' schedule is so messed up and they won't.stop.whining.  I went for a run after work with my neighbor friend, and we ran a trail through McNeely Lake and back up the hills to the road and I'm basically dead now.  I drank a bottle of Coke earlier (judge me, I dare you!)  Then it was grad school homework, which I will just have to pick back up tomorrow night, because my brain is at capacity.

Moving on...if you haven't seen last night's episode of The Walking Dead, then STOP READING.  I usually don't give warnings, so consider this as me being fair.

Okay...I need to talk about a few things.  First of all, SNOOZEFEST.  Gosh, can't we get some more action up in here?  Blah blah blah, Carl feeds weird hyper stranger that we thought he already did weeks ago...Aaron misses his dead boyfriend - got it....Michonne and Rosita are trying to get their already-injured selves killed...Maggie gets the MVP award for the night, because Gregory SUCKS....Daryl is his normal awesome hot self....and so LET'S TALK ABOUT EZEKIEL AND CAROL.

Ezekiel is still pouting over the unjustified loss of his beloved Shiva.  Seriously - if you think her death wasn't stupid and in vain, then you need to re-evaluate your life.  That beautifully constructed CGI tiger was way stronger and way more agile than those stupid radioactive creek walkers.  She deserved a better death, and while I actually cried at this one, and it gave me all the feels like when Andy and Red find each other again at the end of Shawshank Redemption,  it was still dumb and unwarranted.  We never even learned her purpose, for cryin' out loud.  Died protecting her king?  Ehhhhhhh sure. Whatever.  But, I digress...

Ezekiel is pouting in the corner, finally realizing that he needs to drop the façade and be himself.  Jerry is blocking the door for him, not even letting the Prodigal Carol inside.  THE DOOR WAS UNLOCKED THE WHOLE TIME.  Like, how much more dramatic can you be, Ezekiel?  What are you, 5?  Did someone take away your toy and you're hiding in plain sight now, throwing a fit and really wanting attention but pretending you don't?  Then Mother Carol comes and coddles you and you still have your lip stuck out and huff and puff as she walks away. Suck it up, buttercup.

In other news, I read on Twitter today that Morgan is officially the crossover character into Fear the Walking Dead.  I have not watched FTWD since Season 1, so I'm out of the loop here - but WHY MORGAN?  I actually like the guy, now that he got his head on straight.  Why couldn't it be Carol?  Forrealz, though.

In honor of Motivational Monday, I leave you with this Demotivational poster from despair.com.  I feel as though it sums up the utter failure of the Kingdom's crew in fighting the Saviors.

And now I have to go watch my champion, Roman Reigns, beat the crap out of some loser who wants to challenge him.  

Catching Up is What I Do

Well, here I am again, trying to blog and pour my guts out and all that jazz.  The less I write, the more I miss it, yet I find myself in this vicious cycle of wanting to write about everything and nothing all at the same time.  When I opened my dashboard, and saw that my last post was from January 2016, I almost shit a brick. Nearly two years have gone by without a peep.  What's funny is that so much life has happened in the dash between January 2016 - present.  I'm just terrible at follow-through, so let's raise a glass and toast my effort here, shall we?

Over those course of these last two years, I think I have finally, maybe started to get myself figured out.  I've been on this quest to find myself for a while, and I've come upon crossroad after crossroad, trees in the road, cliffs, U-turns...you name it.  I'm 36 now, and while I never thought it would take this long for me to get it straight, I think I'm good now.  At least, I hope I am. 

Here's what I know:
I'm a 30-something who's married to a 40-something, and we live in a little apartment with our two furry children.

I'm a grad school student who works full time.

I love to watch TV.  Like, a lot.  Probably way too much.  But you know what?  There are worse things to love.  I will be writing some about the shows I watch. 

I am addicted to budgeting.  This does not mean I don't spend money...it simply means I am always aware of where every penny is going.  Until I forget to pay the cable bill like I did this month.  Oops. 

Facebook's new option to comment with GIFs is probably one of my most favorite things.  I have so much fun with that crap.

I'm a runner now.  Shoot, I never in a million years thought I'd say that.  My brother and I ran the Hungry Turkey 5k on Thanksgiving - yes, 72 hours ago.  I ran it in 44:32.  Well, with intervals.  But hey, I got a delicious cinnamon roll and a fugly hoodie to show for it.  Like, uugggllly.  As in, "I can't believe I paid $30 for this race to get such an ugly hoodie." 

I'm a soccer fan now.  I never thought in 2 million years I'd say that.  Louisville City FC is like, the greatest thing since sliced bread.  And mayo in a jar.  And white fudge Oreos.  THEY'RE CHAMPS, Y'ALL!! 

I love my friends.  I'm not always the best there is, but I'm grateful for the ones who keep coming back around. 

I still cook - a lot.  As a matter of fact, I've basically dropped all these food lifestyles I've tried and gone back to good ole caloric moderation with as much fresh/Non-GMO stuff as possible.  Anything else is way too stressful.  For example, at the store today, I bought my favorite Special K cereal and Fairlife 2% milk.  I haven't had milk in foreevveerrrr.  But you know what?  A bowl of cereal is FINE.  Seriously, it is. 

I'm still a flute girl.  Even teaching it now. 

I still suck at birthdays.  Christmas is still not my favorite holiday, but it's not my least-favorite anymore.  I'm kind of in a little bit of the spirit this year. 

Well, you're probably tired of reading this now.  My dogs are whining for their dinner, I need to finish watching the Patriots dominate the Dolphins, and I need to get my vegetable soup in the Instant Pot so I have something to eat because, you know, moderation...

Here's what you can expect:  me trying to keep up with my thoughts.  One of these days, I want to write a book about God knows what, but I need somewhere to write whatever is on my mind at whatever time is comes up, because I can't remember jack squat on my own.  I'll ramble, I'll vent, I'll review some TV stuff, I'll share whatever I can share, including spoilers.  Don't worry, I'll warn you first.

Peace out, homeskillets.  (Wow, that's as nostalgic as these crushed velvet outfits and chokers coming back in style!)