What?

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I stopped by the grocery store in a rush a few days ago to pick up a few necessities. You know, eggs, bread, milk, the usual stuff.

This morning, I finished the last of the milk (the milk I already had) and reached in the fridge for the new milk, ripped the top off, and poured it right into the almost-full glass I already had.

Before I go any further with this narrative let me just say that I LOVE milk. A day without milk is like a day without sunshine in my book (sorry orange juice marketers) and breakfast without milk just isn’t right. It would be like crackers without cheese, a movie without popcorn, CSNY without Y. (It’s been years and I’m still not over that one.)

I digress.

Next, I took a big gulp of my beloved milk and what to my wondering taste buds did appear?

BUTTERMILK.

I HATE buttermilk! Except in biscuits, of course. And, ranch dressing.

So, to the twit that stuck a jug of buttermilk in with the sweet acidophilus …

Bad move.

Very bad move.

On the brighter side, breakfast with Dr. Pepper ain’t too shabby.

But, what the heck am I going to do with a gallon of buttermilk?

Ninety-seven days later …

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Time flies

I could say I’ve been really busy as the reason for why it’s been a while since my last post but the reality is that I’ve just not had a lot to say. I get focused in other directions and forget that I even have a blog. There’s my guilt confession. I forgot about you blog. Oops!

Catching up

A lot has happened in the last three months. I’m now, officially, a year older.

Read some good books by some of my favorite authors – Suzanne Kearsley, Harriet Evans, Beth Hoffman, Dorothea Benton Frank, and Mary Kay Andrews.

Movies this summer have been a disappointment, though. I guess the highlight for me was the new Star Trek pic, but not much else has given me a reason to spend a small fortune to sit in big dark room with too many other people just to be entertained. Even the thought of popcorn couldn’t entice me to see most of what’s in the theaters this summer.

Family matters

Ollie

I’ve mentioned my house mates, Ollie and Emmy, in a few other blogs. You may remember that they’ve been with me since 2001. Though Emmy is doing fine, Ollie had cancer and, rather than prolong his suffering, I had him put down in June.

We miss him. Well, maybe Emmy doesn’t. He was pretty much a bully and made her life miserable. I think she is actually pretty happy now. She has the run of the house and has become quite playful again.

Winding up

I’ll try to not forget about you again blog. With a little luck, I’ll be able to squeeze a few posts in between studying for the next CCP module exam and whatever else I can find to do to avoid studying.

Okay. I admit it. I am just lazy.

So, what to do?

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31st Academy Awards Presentations, Pantages Theater, Hollywood, 1959 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s Oscar night and here I sit trying to decide whether to watch the Academy Awards show. Downton Abbey‘s season is over for this year and the new season of Game of Thrones hasn’t begun. Enlightened comes on at 8:30 but that’s only a 30 minute excursion. So, what to do?

I had the silly notion that if I sat here and typed drivel long enough, eventually, I’d come up with some sort of life altering epiphany, but no luck. So, what to do?

I should be diligently studying the manual for the next module in my quest for a CCP (Certified Compensation Professional) but, come on, it’s Sunday evening and work can wait until tomorrow. So, what to do?

I could pay bills! Nope. Not in the mood. So, what to do?

I could eat cashews and drink Dr. Pepper. I have both in my kitchen. But if I went in there I’d see how messy the kitchen is and load myself up with guilt because I should be cleaning it right this very minute. So, what to do?

Yep, you guessed it. This is me being bored. So, now I’ll say ‘so long’ to all you nice people and apologize for taking up your valuable time. Assuming, of course, you’re foolish enough to still be reading this nonsense.