Since we are moving very soon, we are checking out our prospects in our new area house-wise.  We are hoping to be able to actually buy a home withing a few months of moving.  We’ve been looking at online realty sites and watching HGTV to remind us of reno projects.  Sometimes we catch other shows about first time home buyers and almost every time I find myself screaming at my poor defenseless tv because some twit is on there saying something so stupid that my logic disappears and I find it reasonable to call my television a stupid whore.

Why would someone who admits that they never cook and never even go into their kitchen insist that they have new appliances and granite counter tops?  Why would said person whine and complain when presented with a slightly dated kitchen even though they will never even go in there?  When the fuck did a kitchen become a fashion accessory?  Folks, I run a food blog.  I cook almost all my family’s meals.  I spend a lot of effing time in my damned kitchen.  I would like a kitchen that is functional and can work as hard as I need it to.  I would like a kitchen with lots of cabinet space because I have lots of dishes, pots and pans, and tupperware.  I would like lots of counter space because I make homemade pastry and breads and counter space is always useful.  But you see, I COOK!  I’m in my kitchen all the damned time.  It makes sense when someone like me asks for a big kitchen.  It makes me furious when some stupid girl wants a big tricked out kitchen because “it’s just pretty.”  Fuck off.  Seriously.

I had to learn to cook in a kitchen that had a yellow stove from the 70s.  The countertops were a cheap composite material that was falling apart in places.  There was very little cabinet space and the sink was shallow and also yellow.  But you know what?  I made it work.  That kitchen went through a lot of trial and error and a lot of good food came from that place.  I was proud of it and I still am.  What ever happened to having to work for things?  I mean, jeebus.  My kitchens are gradually getting better and more cook-friendly but I am still a bit far from a chic kitchen with appliances that all work perfectly (my current kitchen has a stove and dishwasher from hell.  BUT, at least I have a dishwasher, even though the dishes always come out greasy and I don’t know why.  They don’t go in greasy).  I don’t know.  This is just a rant on spoiled bratty people who feel entitled to things that they haven’t exactly earned.  Ah, today’s society.

I wrote the previous entry before doing my daily blog-reading.  I should have waited because what I found had me laughing so hard that I really thought that I might puke.

This post is written by an ultra-feminist who I actually like.  The fact that she chooses to be unshaved only adds to her charm.  But this article….oh fuck me sideways…it was too much.  I’ve still got tears running down my face.  I’ll provide the three links you need to see before reading her article.  Just look and you’ll understand the hilarity.

The Va J J Visor

Cuchini

C String

Now that you’re in on the joke, HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!  I’ve heard of those little petals to put over your nipples for modesty (so headlights don’t show) but this is on an entirely different level!

From Aschlie’s last comment, I can see that waiting a full week to post is probably too long to wait.  But is wait the right word?  I haven’t been waiting for anything.  I have nothing to report!  Nothing to write about, at least nothing I’m comfortable writing about.  Life is compicated, things are weird, and I don’t want to talk about it.  That’s basically all.

I’m also depressed again.  It’s been something that I’ve been trying to fight off for a long time; over 2 years.  I have my good patches and then suddenly everything goes to hell.  I don’t write or talk about it not because of shame, but because I just don’t want to talk about it.  I don’t want to be bothered about it.  I just want to try to fight it off on my own and not have to explain myself or answer any questions.  Why have I gained so much weight?  I’m stressed and I’m eating all effing day.  Why am I being such a bitch?  Because I hate my life most days.  I hate myself like this. 

On a lighter note, I had some sort of weird allergic reaction to something on Saturday (maybe it was shrimp, I’m not sure…) and my face swelled up and got blotchy.  My eyelids were so swollen it hurt to have my eyes open.  Yesterday morning I took a Benadryl in hopes of making the swelling go down and finally at about 3 p.m. I noticed that I could actually see again.  I’m still a little itchy.  My only question is, what the fuck did this to me?  My luck, the next time I try to eat shellfish my throat will close up or something…..

Okay, so I have some other things to share but not today.  I’m going to spend today trying to get my mood up.