Sorry about the use of the word sh*t lately. I thought if I spelled it differently 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’m starting to feel like I’ve lost my mojo.
Is anyone else feeling this way?
Here are some random thoughts to tide you over until 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 are left feeling empty inside.
That last sentence is one I never thought I’d write.
To be clear, Ellie has simply enjoyed freely using the word Schitt in our presence.
Mike and I started watching it in January 2019 after hearing about how good it was from our friends.
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 said, “It’s okay. I mean, it’s no Gilmore girls, but whatever.”
Then we just stopped watching. I’m sure to watch some dumb murder documentary or re-watch Gilmore girls.
Then the pandemic hit, and we needed something happy to distract us from the shit show, and predictably, Schitt’s Creek came up again. My friend Shannon suggested skipping season one and starting midway through season two. So Mike and I set out on our Schitt’s Creek journey.
For the second time.
Halfway through season two.
Long story painful, we began watching it (again) in March 2020 and finished it last month. Ella joined us for the last season and loved it too.
Partly because of David; largely because of the word Schitt.
Schitt’s Creek was definitely a show that needed to grow on us, but man, once it did?
We felt like we needed a support group when it was over.
So I’d love to see 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’ve read posts all over the place 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” was before hearing the phrase “love language”.
Then I took a BuzzFeed quiz (oh, here we go again), and everything made sense (of course it did)!
Words of affirmation! YES! This IS my love language! I love it when Mike writes notes on my cards! I love text messages! I love having written words all over my home, no matter what TikTok says! And I love getting comments on my blog!
ALL OF THIS MAKES SENSE NOW.
Take the quiz and tell me what your love language is.
Side note- If you’re ever made to feel bad for using BuzzFeed to determine your love language, just remember that the creators of said love language quizzes most certainly attended Yale or Princeton. This is most likely their out-of-college job. Don’t dismiss the BuzzFeed quiz and the knowledge it imparts.
THE GREAT OZ HAS SPOKEN.
We were watching Forrest Gump on TBS the other night, and when it got to the scene where Forrest reunites with Jenny in Washington D.C., I said to Mike, “Look! Forrest’s expression when he runs through the crowd is exactly the same as Buddy’s when I return home!”.
That identical expression.
Buddy is our dog, in case you are new to the blog.
Mike withouut even laughing or flinching said, “I can totally see that”.
So now we’ve been referring to Buddy as Forrest because I am his Jenny.
And my husband is now his Lt., Dan.
Ella, Mike, and I were in the car eating lunch from a restaurant the other day and we had a deep conversation.
Particularly the concept of a restaurant.
I believe eating is an intimate activity. 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 seems even more intimate-sounding.
Very intimate, wink wink-nudge nudge.
So why was the concept of going inside of a facility and eating with people you’ve never met, even invented in the first place? And why are we so eager to return to the inside of this type of structure again?
By the way, I wasn’t high at the time of this conversation.
You’ll never look at eating in a restaurant the same way again.
You’ll never look at masticating in a restaurant the same way again.
It was kindly pointed out to me 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’m not being controlled by a robot.
I mean, if a robot took over my blog, then it stands to reason that it would read 2021 note because robots are programmed with the year change.
It’s not like I want to stay in the year 2020 or something.
Insert maniacal laughter.
While watching Forrest Gump, Mike and I were discussing how little we learned in school because of all the historical references in that film.
Case in point- the Watergate Scandal.
I asked him if he remembered learning about it in high school, and he replied that he didn’t. Then I asked him if he learned about it in college, and he said he had not. I assume they didn’t teach it in college because they assumed you learned it in high school.
So if educators are simply assuming we are learning things in other places, think about all the things we aren’t learning.
I’m telling you this to make a point.
We are concerned about what our children are learning in school, but I can’t remember 75% of what I learned. In fact, until yesterday, I had forgotten I had taken a U.S. History class in high school (sorry, Mr. Johnson).
Obviously there are distinct careers that need it. If yours is one of them, then, by all means, go ahead and parallelogram away!
However, I believe that classes like this should not be required for everyone.
I have never used my knowledge of a rhombus once.
Geometry did not make me a well-rounded individual. It made me feel like a complete moron. I had to take Geometry twice, and again I HAVE NEVER HAD TO USE A RHOMBUS.
I would have enjoyed a class on how to deal with difficult emotions, how to invest in the stock market, 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.