I can’t believe there is an entire hour dedicated to “flameless” candles on QVC

I have a wisdom tooth coming in. It hurts. I have newfound empathy for babies when they are screaming, crying and don’t want to eat. It’s painful. For the most part as long as I don’t bite down on the side where the tooth is coming in, I’m able to eat. Each day I see more of the gum receeding and more of the surface of the wisdom tooth. It’s like a new friend in a strange kind of way.

Some food for thought.

I think it’s funny that  as an adult I like most foods that I dislike as a child. Examples: olives, fish, brussel sprouts . . . .I realized as I tried these foods prepared differently and by different people, that it wasn’t necessarily the fault of the food itself sometimes, but the preparer and how they prepared it.

I’ve lost my taste for some things I enjoyed as a child. I don’t eat as many sweets as I did as a kid. I have small indulgences now and I’m satisfied.

I’m watching Jon and Kate Plus Eight on The Learning Channel and watching the mom and the daughter’s make something and the girls want to lick the bowl and the spoon. I flash backed to happy memories of my grandmother making all sorts of homemade yummies and her letting me lick the spoon and the bowl. My grandmother was a great cook. She made a lot of traditional Jewish recipes that I’m guessing she learned from her mother who learned from her mother. The kitchen was a great place to grow up. Always full of wonderful smells and interesting ingredients. If the stove wasn’t on, then the oven was.  Holidays were filled with bustling in the kitchen. The same holiday specials came out of the kitchen and there was something comforting in the familiarity of it.

He hit the ground running . . .into a wall.

So a few months ago, I finally ended things with the younger guy that I’d been dating. I’m really not too interested in dating anyone right now, I’ve got too much on the horizon that just doesn’t put me in a good place to start anything new.

A few weeks ago, I had some family in town for the day and they wanted to check out South Beach. We went to dinner on Lincoln Road, and walked around a little, stopping at the Britto gallery. Not so long story short, I wound up chatting with one of the sales guys there and he asked for my number to go get coffee. Now again, I’m not looking to start any new relationships but I figure hey, it would be fun still to go out. Next day he texts me that it was nice to meet me and he’d love to get together soon (his words). (Good start with the next day response) He throws out a day, but it doesn’t work, because when I get off of work, he goes on. We try for another day, but that won’t work either. No biggie. He texts me again, (okay now I’m a little dismayed in him at this point, pick up the phone and talk already!) he’ll call me over the weekend and maybe we can get together then. Okay, great. Friday evening comes along, oh and it’s Halloween, and around 7 I get another text. It reads, “Are you working tonight? More to the point, are you wearing something naughty? Hehe…” Now, I am in no way a prude or anything like that, but c’mon !!! We’re not there yet where he should be feeling comfortable telling me that. We haven’t even met up since that one night when we met. Shit! we haven’t even spoken on the phone in person !! So that’s about when he slammed into the wall. I never responded to that text. And I’m guessing he realized that was a shmucky thing to say, because I haven’t heard from him since.

A new day dawned.

So the elections are over. Yes, I voted. I proudly wore my sticker all day long. Didn’t take advantage of all the freebies that were out there thought. (Ben & Jerry’s, Krispy Kreme, Starbucks). I am breathing a sigh of relief at the outcome. 8 years of our (soon to be) past presidency has not left us in a proud state of country. It has come to the point where citizens are said to be embarassed to be Americans. We are considered the folly and fodder of other nations. A once proud and mighty country has taken a blow.

But enough about that. The people have spoken and they have asked for CHANGE.