This year is pretty brand spankin’ new. I have resolved some things about it. I shall share below.
I will be more optimistic. I’ve found that since I moved to Memphis I have been more optimistic about the small and mundane facets of everyday life and I figure that my life has improved at least 54.2 % just for being more appreciative of it. I want to see if I can up that number. It also doesn’t hurt to have goals that are achievable.
No more champagne. It makes my head hurt tremendously after only two glasses. Not worth it.
Eat more butter. Generally I like to call this my “stop worrying about what you put in your mouth” resolution. I’ve signed up for a yoga class next semester and will likely continue to go to spin class. I will be needing to offset all that exercise with some butter.
Perfect fat based sauces with help of Ratio app. on iPhone (see above).
Ohmydeargod I need an intervention. I’m working on my SIXTH cup of coffee today and there are probably still two more in the coffee pot and despite the fact that I’ve written one THOUSAND words (that are relatively coherent and SEMI-sane) today I still feel like blogging. whatthefuck? If I don’t stop drinking coffee I’m going to be a jittery talking crazy person at dinner tonight and then my dinner companion will believe that I am, in reality, a jittery jabbering crazy person… or so my caffeine addled brain believes (despite the fact the this person has known me for some time now and PROBABLY doesn’t think I’m crazy… or at least thinks the crazy is manageable. hahahaha)
The problem is, I never believed that I was capable of making even vaguely drinkable coffee. Every time that I made coffee in my coffee maker it was either watery awful stuff that tasted like the stuff the confederates were forced to drink during the Civil War when the yanks were blocking the shipping lanes into Charleston OR it was so thick and bitter it was less like a liquid and more like a condensed gelatinous coffee diuretic treatment forced upon someone in a mental institution. (This is my brain on coffee… Welcome.)
BUT I discovered the problem! Want to know what it is? I thought so. I was told that you needed a tablespoon of coffee for every cup in the pot… which is TRUE if your pot has 8 oz. sized cup measurements. Mine was made in the much more reasonable sixties or seventies, when a cup was 5 oz. MIND BLOWING, right? So, finally I’ve got it right and now all I want to do is sit around and drink cup after cup of delicious brown liquid swirling with fat free half and half (no, that product doesn’t make sense, but it’s AMAZING and rich and full of chemicals in the same way that diet coke is. Guilty pleasures be damned).
Someone’s gotta stop the madness, I can’t do it myself!
