I Made Meatballs

So… in case it hasn’t been clear, I don’t particularly like cooking. But I have to do it a lot. Which is okay, because we all have to do things that we don’t like regularly. I realized that as long as I’m okay with not liking cooking, and not have any expectation that I will enjoy cooking, then the fact that I don’t like cooking won’t bother me as much. Because… I always thought that one day I would enjoy cooking. And then when I realized I didn’t, I thought there was something wrong with me. And that was disappointing. But now I’ve come to terms with it, and cooking and I are acquaintances, but definitely not friends.

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It’s been a while…

I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to restart keeping this blog up. But I might as well try again. A has been taking longer naps at a time,  and I often find myself wondering what to do with myself with this new found freedom. (Shhhh… don’t tell Guybrush.) Plus the school year’s over and the students won’t be coming around for three hours at a time anymore.

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I have a tapeworm that looks like an alien

I meant to post this summer. I really did. I made interesting foods that I wanted to post about and also went to interesting places that I wanted to talk about. Like when I went to the zoo and saw a giraffe kick an ostrich. Literally. Or when I made homemade noodles for the first time because I overspent on our grocery budget at Costco and couldn’t buy noodles. Who doesn’t overspend at Costco anyways? Oh, by the way, the Guy and I made a lot of dumplings. And it was fun! And I’ve been reading a lot of books, and I thought about writing book reviews too, but never did. Anyways. Part of the reason that I haven’t posted either is because I’ve had something on my mind a whole lot and I didn’t really know what to say about it or how about to talk about it:

I have a tapeworm and it looks like an alien.

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