the Little Things (that count)

It’s a damn shame I’m so hungover today. It’s only 6:30 which unfortunately, already suffers the effects of daylight savings time/winter months. Dark and cold. And then to have the day further shortened by a few drinks last night.
It can all be blamed on the beast known as winter..the seasonal hemmoroid every year must simply grin and bear. And there’s 2 ways to do it: get dressed and live life (i.e., ‘the 80% of life is showing up’ theory) or make like a bear and do nothing for six months.

I ventured out earlier and bought a netbook. If you’ve considered purchasing a netbook, they are actually quite nice. I have always used laptop pcs, and wondered if switching to a netbook would end up being a letdown. Not so!

Now I can blog in complete privacy which is so much nicer than realizing my boss is standing behind me when I’m really getting into something not work-related. My boss can annihilate my creative realm by his presence alone.
Kind of makes me think of all the little things in life that make such a huge difference. Just a few little wonders:

*EMB. Eggs, milk, bread. These food items are called “staples” for a reason. Low in price; with so many meal possibilities. There’s fried eggs, eggs benedict (the best by far) deviled eggs, egg salad (just add bread to make a delightful sandwich!), poached eggs, over-easy, scrambled, a base for a great omelet. And for the milk! Wow— milk is the gateway to blissful bowls of cereal, oatmeal; and an amazing compliment to Oreo cookies.

Jersey Shore
I never thought I’d be saying this: Thank you, MTV. You have surprised me. With just one hour a week, my quality of life is better. I’d rather watch Snooki get inebriated and ‘beat up the beat’ than an hour of self-help reality like Dr Drew’s show. Seeing “The Situation” fail at securing a hook-up is so much more fulfilling than watching Mystery the Pick up artist teach men how to score.
The cast of the Jersey Shore does all the wrong things, but we finally have a “real” reality show. It’s so right. No “personal growth,” just real living at the Shore. God bless Seaside Heights!

“You know what? You’re excluded from dinner, then. You’re excluded from Surf-and-Turf Night. You’re excluded from Ravioli Night. You’re excluded from Chicken-Cutlet Night.” —Mike “the Situation” Sorrentino

And this makes everyday a little more coherent.
Thank you.

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