Being a cook, it's not. I just burned half a pound of bacon. Ultra-crispy and crawling with carcinogens. Yummy! I think I'll burn some lean turkey sausage for dinner later. The fam won't care. Dh will eat anything as long as it doesn't have vinegar in it or ketchup and mustard on it. The kidlet will make her usual gagging noises but she'll end up picking through it and getting at least half of it down. Charming. She would be a happy camper if I announced that from this day forth we would only be dining on Hungry Man tv dinners...although, she refuses to eat the dessert if "infected" with the veg that escaped its plastic foxhole. Dh wouldn't eat it either. Go figure. Chocolate fudge. Good. Sweet corn. Good. It all goes to the same place. But, what the hell do I know. My parents put peanut butter in their oatmeal. chuck.

I know my purpose is not to be the family activity director. I'm trying to plan our next trip to DC. I booked the room already. Same place as last time but more expensive now. There was no deal to be had. No gas cards from expedia. No government discount. Nothing. Next time he can book it. He's already grumbling about how much time we may end of "wasting" in Old Town Alexandria. Maybe I should leave the itinerary up to him as well. The kidlet wants to go back to what she refers to as "the toilet paper museum" aka The Hirschhorn. If you've never been, the Hirschhorn is a round art museum with a round courtyard in the middle dominated by a huge fountain. I was not a fan of the art. Way too abstract for my tastes. She's also expressed a desire to go back to the waterfall fountain in Crystal City to see if there are any baby ducks this year. That may be doable.

Maybe my purpose is to take care of every stray that crosses my path. I think I got up 5 or 6 times during the night to let a cat in or out of the house. That's also when Toast gets lonely and wants to play fetch with me and crinklemouse. How can I say no? Especially when he brings dead things to me...

Yesterday I took the day off (ha) in order to watch a DVD I got from the library entitled What the Bleep!? Down the Rabbit Hole. It's a 3-disc docudrama about quantum mechanics starring Marlee Matlin. Lots and lots of interviews with physicists, spiritualists, molecular biologists, etc. Mind-numbingly dull in some bits but several parts were really interesting. For instance, I thought the part about Dr. Masaru Emoto's Messages From Water was quite fascinating. Check out his children's book for some interesting photos. Basically, his research claims that positive and negative thoughts affect the molecular structure of water.



There was also a section on amino acids, peptides and how they dock with receptors throughout the body, and how our bodies can become "hard wired" to a certain disposition. How we perceive ourselves greatly affects how our body functions. Fascinating stuff.



This all started for me with a Whitman's Sampler. The box itself actually. The chocolates only offer finite choices but the empty box becomes a vessel of quantum possibilities.

Well. Here I sit again in front of this computer, this wonderful tool that can educate, entertain, and broaden my social horizons. Riiiight.
I check out the weather on weather.com every morning. It's right about half the time.
I check out what Lance has to say on Twitter. Good luck in the Giro buddy!
I check out what's going on with other folk I know on Facebook.
I check out the podcast at morningcoach.com. I listen to it about half the time. I rarely post on the boards there. I don't need a bunch of strangers patting me on the back and telling me how great I am. I need someone to tell me what the hell I'm doing wrong!
I check out my board, squarepegmama.com, to see if anybody posted anything. It's a dead board that I keep dumping money in because I don't want to admit defeat. I spent way too many years in a really crappy relationship for the same reason. Learn from my past? Not bloody likely.
I check out my blog. See if anyone is reading it. Waffle on if I should write in it or delete it.
I check my emails. Mostly notices that the soccer fields are closed. Again.
I check out the public library catalogue, requesting books that look interesting to be put on hold for me to pick up since rarely are they on the shelves in their proper places.
Entertaining? Eh. Educational? To what end? Social horizons? Hmmm. Seems more to serve as a reminder that I'm alone, I don't play well with others, and should just get used to it. My presence here is merely a series of zeroes and ones and more than likely the zeroes dominate.

Maybe it's time to move on. I've been online for quite a few years now. For the most part I thought I played a vital role in various groups but we all know how that turned out. I'm so naive. The excitement never stops, I tell ya!