Pimpin Ain't Easy

Hello. This first thought isn't what's going to be the point of this blog, but I just have to write it down. So I'm watching Rach and dang, the yummy meals she comes up with look so appetizing! She's making White Minestrone with Fennel and Sausage. HELLO? How awesome does that soup sound? (Sans the beans though, bleh!) I really like her because she uses "idiot proof" ingredients that are usually found in your fridge/pantry. She introduced me to things like rosemary and spinach, which I put both in like everything I cook. Although I do love my girl Ina Garten, her recipes are a little too hoity toity for my not-so-advanced cooking style. Maybe one day I'll muster enough courage and go Julia Child on my kitchen's ass and make her beloved "Boeuf Bourguignon". I just love saying that. 

Now on to my point. The biggest lesson I am learning (note, not learned, YET) since living in my new house is to pick your battles. Good golly, that is something I cannot get a grasp on quite yet. It is making me so frustrated not only at other people, but myself. The smallest things have been making me so irate and I blow up and it's just plain not nice! Sorry Raym! I guess not having to follow my parents' rules anymore; not that I had any strict rules, but you know what I mean, I have realized that I want things my way or the highway, baby. I like to keep a clean house. I designated almost every item to have its own spot somewhere. When such items are moved or something is cluttered, that totally throws off the feng shui of the room and I go apeshit. It's very unsettling after I freak out, then I feel guilty, but it's hard for me to swallow my pride and apologize. At least I'm being honest. Define irony, though. My bedroom at my parents' house was a MESS. Not dirty with food or grime lol but I had a lovely carpet of clothes and crap just everywhere. I guess since I never really had my friends over in my room, that's why my room was pretty unkempt. Now that I have guests over the house, I care about what they think of it, and when the aesthetics are off, I get embarrassed.

Since I've started walking, it gives me a lot of the cliche "me time". I usually have my iPhone going and I don't really think deeply about many things, but when I come back home and plop on the couch, something inside me feels different. I feel like all the weight of my frustration has been lifted, without me even thinking about it. It's truly amazing what a little fresh air and exercise can do for the soul. 

It's really not worth it to argue over why socks were left under the table or why the bedskirt isn't folded over the right way. I'm trying to let things go. But if I keep cleaning up myself, nothing gets accomplished. My world is a giant Catch-22. Someone needs to play the world's smallest violin for the loneliest girl in the world. 

::holds head in hands and lets out a pathetic sigh::

One thing I love is taking pictures of my food. I had a very simple breakfast today but I think food photographs so nicely! I would love to be a photog for Food Network Magazine and just capture the essence of deliciousness that comes off a picture. One day in April I was at Borders and I literally stopped in my tracks and grabbed the Food Network Magazine because of now amazing the cover was. I immediately got a subscription and I flip through the pages ever so gingerly as if I was a 10 year old looking through a Playboy for the first time.

I guess now my homework is to work on picking my nose, er, battles. Then don't let things get to me. And keep on snapping pics of my food. That just makes me smile. And if someone would just PICK UP THEIR DANG SOCKS, I would soon turn into the happiest girl in the world :)

ONE.

 Breffis- 2 slices of turkey bacon, gala apples,
 jack cheese and OJ. Yumm-o!

On my walk, the corner of Henry and Coles. What gorgeous leaves!

The issue that changed my life.