Bacon and eggs; vodka & diet coke

Yesterday I made some bacon to go along with my eggs...I normally don't make breakfast since I have a slim margin between the time I wake up (5am) and the time I need to leave (5:30am). My bowel movements are regular so that needs to be attended to upon waking up. Then the dogs need to be attended to- walked, fed, let out. That leaves me with barely any time whatsoever to make breakfast. But anyway, yesterday I thought I'd make some breakfast burritos for myself since I had some tortillas...an easy breakfast to eat in the car. Well this bacon- Smithfield brand- was gross. I'm not sure why everything in my fridge is ice cold except this pack of bacon which seems to congeal into one giant glob of fat. I could barely pull apart the slices. I keep telling myself never to buy any brand of bacon except Oscar Meyer yet I still do it. Today, my breakfast is a 44oz diet coke with about a half pint of vodka. Much better

Cooking is hard but admittedly worth it

Yesterday I grilled some steak and had some leftover grilled chicken and grilled veggies from the night before. So I made some quesadillas with the meats and chopped up veggies. And cheese of course. To go with it, I made some guacamole (a small amount just 1 avocado) and a black bean & corn relish. It was all really good. It took me about an hour and a half just to do all of that. Chopping veggies, peeling avocados, lighting the grill, cleaning the grill, grilling the steak, letting it rest, chopping it up, feeding the scraps to the dogs, assembling the quesadillas, cutting them up, etc. All in all you realize for something a fast food Mexican place could produce in 10 minutes take you 90 minutes. But....you know it's fresh. You know it only has as much oil and salt in it as what you put in it yourself. I love to cook and try to cook fresh more often

Change is hard. Fast change is even harder

I'm divorced. Have been for one year this month. It hasn't been easy of course. So how about this weekend when my ex-wife drops this one on me: she's moving in with her boyfriend into a house she's buying. I've never met this individual and at this point not sure I want to, but I'm concerned for her. Divorce is not easy for anyone, not a huge surprise, but I suspect she's moving forward with this relationship not solely because she really cares for this person but for a need to be in a relationship period and a need to feel that things are "progressing". You see, we're both in our early 30's and have no children together. I feel the pressure is on her to bear children or be in a "serious" relationship. She claims she really likes this person and honestly I don't doubt it. I just think exactly 1 year after getting a divorce, one isn't ready to move back in to another serious relationship. And moving in is about as serious as it gets. But perhaps that also speaks to my immaturity, that I've been wallowing in the past and unable to get a date while she is moving in with someone she deeply cares about. So I'm not sure how to feel. I congratulate her for it while being concerned at the same time. I also felt hurt that in her exuberance over the situation she inadvertently hurt me by saying positive things he was providing for her that I could not. I wish them nothing but the best though, if he indeed can love her better than I could great..all I want for her is to be happy

Living for what?

Sure, I'll use the excuse of getting old. Because the older you get the more responsibilities you have. Work, family, home, pets, career, etc. Sometimes I look at envy at younger people who have time to explore the world, to try and make sense of it. To LEARN. I get maybe one week a year to do that, it's called a vacation. Sure, we escape reality in a sense through "everyday" means- TV, movies, even alcohol and drugs. But what about laying in a park reading a book leisurely? Learning a new hobby? Exploring a section of the city, neighborhood or state you live in that is unfamiliar to you? Simply exploring the world. For me and I'm sure many others that's a luxury. I work 10 hours a day. Travel to and from work costs me an additional 1 hour. Caring for my pets, basic chores and cleaning up is another 1 hour or so. I still haven't eaten yet...so I need to cook something or pick up something from a take-out place. Another small piece of time. There are only 24 hours in a day and I'm up to 13 or so. So if I'm to get the recommended 8 hours of sleep I have exactly 3 hours out of my 24 hour day to do something "fun"? My point being that I work to....what? To work more? To be able to afford a house I barely spend any time in? It all seems like a vicious cycle

Chili Fries at Wendys

They sell chili
They sell fries
You could do it yourself....
But why don't they offer chili fries?