Sorry about the use of the word sh*t lately. I felt like if I spelled it another way, it would be less offensive.
February is being really FEBRUARY. All I really want to write about are posts tater tot in nature or just re-blog old content.
I feel like I’ve lost my mojo.
Has anyone else felt this way?
Here are a few random thoughts to get you to Friday’s re-blog and next Monday’s tater tot post.
We finished Schitt’s Creek a few weeks ago, and now my husband, Ellie, and I feel empty inside.
That sentence up there is one I never thought I would write.
To be clear, Ellie has just been enjoying saying the word Schitt in our presence freely.
Mike and I began watching it in January 2019 because there had been chatter among my friends that it was such a great show.
It sneaks up on you!
It will replace Gilmore girls for you!
I was crying at the end!
So we gave it six episodes in season one, and we were like it’s okay. I mean, it’s no Gilmore girls, but whatever.
Then we stopped watching altogether.
To watch some dumb murder documentary or re-watch Gilmore girls, I am sure.
Then the pandemic came and we needed joyful things to keep us distracted from the shit show, and appropriately enough, Schitt’s Creek was being talked about again. My friend Shannon recommended skipping season one and heading midway through season two. So Mike and I began our Schitt’s Creek journey.
For the second time.
Halfway through season two.
Long story painful, we began watching it in March 2020 and finished it last month. Ella joined in on the last season with us and loved it too.
Partly because of David; mostly because of the word Schitt.
Schitt’s Creek was definitely a show that needed to grow on us, but man, once it grew on us?
We felt like we needed a support group when it was over.
So I wish for there to be a reboot (said in a Canadian accent) because I miss David.
I miss The Jazzagals.
I miss Moira’s wigs.
Also, I am using Schitt’s Creek Gifs in all of my posts from now on.
Hope that’s not a game-changer for you.
(All GIFs are courtesy of Giphy)
I have seen posts around the bend about love languages.
What is your love language?
Do you know what your love language is?
I didn’t know even what a “love language” meant before hearing the term “love language”.
Then I took a BuzzFeed quiz (oh, here we go), and it all made sense (of course it did)!
Words of affirmation! YES! This IS my love language! I love it when Mike writes notes on cards for birthdays! I love text messages! I love written words all over my home! And I love comments on the blog!
IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW.
Take the quiz and tell me what your love language is.
Side note- when someone wants to make you feel bad for using BuzzFeed to gauge your love language, just remember that the writers of said love language quizzes most likely went to Yale or Princeton. This is probably just their out-of-college job. Don’t doubt the BuzzFeed quiz and the wisdom it imparts.
THE GREAT OZ HAS SPOKEN.
We were watching Forrest Gump the other night on TBS and it came to the scene where Forrest reunites with Jenny in Washington D.C. and I said to Mike, “Look! Forrest’s face when he is running through the crowd is the exact face Buddy makes when I return home!”.
That exact face.
Buddy is our dog, in case you are new to the blog.
Mike didn’t even laugh or flinch but said, “I can totally see that”.
So now we’ve been calling Buddy Forrest because I am his Jenny.
And my husband is his Lt., Dan.
Ella, Mike, and I were eating lunch from a restaurant in the car the other day and we had a deep conversation.
Particularly the concept of a restaurant.
I believe eating is an intimate thing. You’re putting food into the inside of your mouth and you’re chewing it. Side note- the formal word for chewing is “masticate” which is even more intimate-sounding.
Very intimate, wink wink-nudge nudge.
So why was the concept of a building where you would go inside of it and eat with other people you’ve never met, ever invented in the first place? And why are we so damn excited to get back on the inside of this type of building again?
By the way, I wasn’t high when we had this conversation.
You’re never going to look at eating inside of a restaurant the same.
You’re never going to look at masticating inside of a restaurant the same.
It was kindly brought to my attention that I am still writing 2020 note on my Friday re-blogs.
I am aware of this, so don’t worry about my well-being. It’s still me, and I haven’t been taken over by a robot.
I mean, if a robot took over my blog, then it stands to reason it would read 2021 note because they program robots with the year change.
It’s not like I want to stay in the year 2020 or anything.
Insert maniacal laughter.
While watching Forrest Gump, Mike and I were talking about how little we truly learned in school because of all the historical references in that movie.
Case in point- the Watergate Scandal.
I asked him if he remembered learning about it in high school and he said no. Then I asked him if he learned about it in college and he said no. I assume they didn’t teach it in college because they assumed you learned it in high school.
So if educators are just assuming we are learning things in other places, think of all the things we aren’t learning.
I tell you this to prove a point.
We worry about what our children are learning in school and yet, I can’t remember 75% of what I learned. In fact, until yesterday, I forgot I took a U.S. History class in high school (sorry, Mr. Johnson).
I truly believe there are distinct careers that need it. If yours is one of them, then, by all means, parallelogram away!
But I think courses like this need not be a requirement for everyone.
I have never used my knowledge of a rhombus once.
Geometry didn’t make me a well-rounded individual. It made me feel like an idiot. I had to take Geometry twice and again; I HAVE NEVER HAD TO USE A RHOMBUS.
I would have loved a class on handling tough emotions or how to invest in the stock market or how to change a flat tire or how to assemble a resume.
I knew none of those things when I graduated high school.
Also, Watergate salad is quite yummy, especially if you like salty and sweet together. So here is a recipe.
And here is the origin of that recipe.
Four days until a re-blog.
Seven days until a tater tot post.