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.