Lack of posts

Yes, there has been a lull on this blog when it comes to new posts.  I have good reasons for this, believe me.

1.  Each time I have sat down to write a blog it has been about missing my mom.  This is sad and  currently I am so hormonal that just looking in Miss Sadie’s direction makes me tear up because she’s so adorable – so I am saving that for a time when I’m a bit more composed.

2.  I plan on defending my thesis in December.  This means fine tuning the beast so that it is ready to go to my committee in approximately 3 days. . . so, that is taking up some of my time.

3.  There are only 3 weeks left in the Fall semester.  Yes, a mere 3 weeks.  This means I am busy with my classes.  (I love it, by the way!!)

4.  The Husband and I have a dream of living together next year.  To make this dream come true we need to sell our house and purchase a new one in a mutually agreed on location.  The location is set, the Husband has the task of researching the market, and now we have to get our house ready to sell.  We have a long list of things to do . . .  both costly and time consuming.

However, all of these bits provide fodder for the blog and eventually I hope to get around to actually posting about said fodder.  Until then, today is a rainy day that I am going to spend couped up in my apartment with my oh-so-bored Miss Sadie working on thesis bits and grading.

One is the loneliest number

Although the husband and I have been living separately, we see each other every weekend.  On the weekends that he comes out to my place, he drives out on Thursday and works from home on Friday so that we have more time together.

This doesn’t work as well for me because I teach every day but Thursday.  This weekend, I tried to reciprocate by staying Sunday night and making the much longer commute into work on Monday.  It worked out nicely and I did enjoy the stop at Starbucks for a cafe mocha.  However, for this to work out I had to leave Miss Sadie (our dog) with the husband.

I miss my 50 pound furry black friend.

My face is 13 years old

Yes, I still deal with acne.  It’s not terrible, but enough is enough already.  Wasn’t it bad enough that I was not only stricken with acne on my face, but also on my back?  Apparently not, because right now I have a pimple the size of a gumball on my forehead.

No wonder people thing I’m so young.

My stomach is 8 years old

If you looked at a typical breakfast or lunch of mine, you’d probably guess that I’m about 8 years old.  A typical breakfast recently has consisted of frosted flakes.  The only thing that would make you guess the person eating these frosted flakes has a driver’s license is that soy milk is poured over them rather than cow’s milk.  Lunch?  Ah, yes, that would be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Meat”

Have you ever noticed that area in the produce section of your grocery store with some of the vegetarian products like tofu?  There is cheese-less sliced cheese, meat-less sausage,  etc.  Last night I finally took the plunge and purchased some of these items – the meat-less sausage, seasoned chik’n strips, and veggie ‘peperoni’ slices.

For dinner I made a big salad topped with cheese (real cheese, I can’t take it that far), black beans, tomatoes, and chik’n strips.  And you know what, it was really good.  The chik’n strips were a good consistency, tasty, and just like chicken.  My guess would be that most people wouldn’t even notice the difference between the chik’n strips and real-once-living-chicken strips.

You’re going to think twice now about accepting my dinner invitation now, aren’t you?