Sandwiches for a bewitching non-witch.

Today my work had sandwiches for lunch.  We each got to pick two halves.  I picked tuna (my favorite) and Italian.  Instead of two halves, they gave me a whole tuna and half the Italian.  I don't mind telling you this was like winning some sort of lottery.  I had tuna for lunch and the Italian for dinner.  I love sandwiches!  And, I actually love my job! 

Of course, someone did ask if I was a witch today.  I have no issue with witches.  It happened on a dating app, so I was not surprised.  This set off a lot of thoughts in my head, mostly thoughts about how I seem to attract or encounter such odd people and situations in the dating world. 

I went to a restaurant where the woman's first language was not English.  I want to make it clear: I am not making fun of non-native English speakers.  Most of them do a hell of a lot better than I would at learning another language.  And I also think there's racism surrounding the chastising or mocking of non-English speakers in America. 

She was sweet and when I was looking at the drink menu, she said, "Take your time, girl."  We chuckled because she was sassy in how she said it.  I was with three men, two in their 40s, and one in his 20s or 30s who looks really young.  When she addressed him, she called him "boy."  We were trying not to laugh in her face.  She clearly gets boy and girl are the same type of word.  And if people say "girl" like "you go, girl," etc., then why not say boy?  One of my friends said "Don't try saying that in Selma."  It just made me think how beautiful language is and how innocent and wonderful human nature is here.  You have this woman who is trying to relate to people and show her personality in a language that is not her own.  Then, there's the ugly side.  In this "boy" banter, which is innocuous, she is drudging up a horrible, terrible human trait of racism.  I really wish more people were like her when it comes to the words they choose: happy and sweet, hoping to make someone smile.  And that she did to all of us. 

The witch comment made me think as I was going into the gym.  In love and romance, is it that two people meet and there's just that spark, that thing that cannot be named, which causes them to just gravitate towards each other?  Or is it that two people know what they want and with timing being right, they just happen upon each other?  Is love magical or just accidental?

I made huevos rancheros and it was delicious. 

This looks like Audrey II's va-jay-jay.

I'm turning boring.

Well, a year and a half ago, I turned 40.  Now I'm turning boring.  I texted a friend that I had finally dusted my bedroom the other day.  It was the most boring text ever sent in the history of mankind.

I also told a bunch of people today how a surly guy walked right in front of me at the ice cream case at the grocery today.  He opened the freezer door, and I grabbed my ice cream in his face.  I actually texted four people this today.  This is news?  This is stuff that I feel like I have to share with people?

I suppose this post isn't terribly exciting either.  I'm mainly writing it because the other day at work, I was eating popcorn out of a giant tupperware.  I don't know what's worse: the fact that I'm eating a giant tupperware of popcorn at work or that I was using my pants as napkins. 

I need a Ball Break.

I watched a cheesy 80s horror movie yesterday called The Mutilator.  They had a song about going on vacation that might have been Fall Break, but I heard it as Ball Break.  I had never heard of a vacation being called a Ball Break before. 

It's a ball break, nothing but a ball break...

Either way, I realized in 2017 I didn't go anywhere.  My suitcase has dust on it.  I know at the end of 2016, I bought a travel laundry bag and a travel water bottle.  These also had dust on them.  Why didn't I go anywhere in 2017?  There are so many places to go and so many places I want to go that I've never been.  I've been trying to go to a new place every year, but I dropped the ball last year.  I guess 2017 was a Ball Break. 

The dust is getting thicker.  It's time to go somewhere good or bad or just somewhere different.

At least I have my mind to go places.  That sounds psychotic and pathetic.  Last night I had a dream I was on this field with a bunch of other people.  There were reindeer walking around. 

I saw the Obamas.  I went up to their daughters and one ran into my arms and I picked her up.  I told them that I always thought of them when I saw reindeer because they loved watching them so much.

In reality, I couldn't care less about reindeer or the Obamas. 

The mouse in the house.

There was a mouse in my house.  It was small, gray, and fast.  It was adorable.   Yet, I couldn't live with it.  He was too fast and one of my coworkers warned me that they carry disease.

Because of a huge snow storm, we ended up working from home.  I set up on my couch (not that my VPN was working) and the mouse actually came up onto the couch with me.

You can actually see the mouse on the left under the mixer bowl.

A lot of my friends who know me assumed the mouse wanted to be my friend and to cuddle up.  I don't know why I had this irrational fear about the mouse.  I ended up catching him with a jar of peanut butter in a box.  As soon as he crawled in to eat the peanut butter, I closed the box, ran down the stairs, and threw the box into the yard.  The mouse, named Papa Gino because he found a chunk of pizza in the oven, scurried away.  Some friends have said he's likely dead and I am responsible for his killing.  Some say he might have lived.  One person said he'd find his way back in, but I think there's too much snow for that.

As terrified as I was of him, I have to admit I kind of miss him.

My niece made this on Christmas and it's the best dessert I've ever had: brownies with almond extract with two kinds of ice cream. 

Probably the best sauce I ever made and the worst dining experience I've ever had.

And Happy New Year!  The last couple of weeks of 2017 were kind of trying, however, I love the clean slate, fresh feeling of New Years.  My goal for 2018 is to find my strength again, enjoy being in the present, and to enjoy life.  I am also hoping to steer clear of douchebags.

Looking forward to 2018 and Fleetwood Mac will be touring.