One of the comments on the last post I did, really took it home for me.
If you didn’t read it, that’s cool…but I ain’t going back through all of it so just catch on the best you can.
D’Anna said “A boring day is way under rated.”
Amen to the inth degree.
But I’m gonna take that a bit further. I’m gonna say a boring WEEKEND is way under-rated. Yes. A boring weekend is way under-rated.
So, that made me feel not quite so guilty of having a boring weekend.
Sure, maybe I didn’t go to that harvest festival church thing and sure, maybe I took 2 naps on Saturday. But big boring deal.
The most I did was go to a craft store. And cook. (I cooked at home, not at the craft store. Please.)
And no. Ain’t crafty. But I had to make a shirt for this Halloween skit thing a group of us at work are doing tomorrow. The shirt looks like hell. I mean, all I had to do is paint on the back and it looks like I barfed on it instead. But who cares.
Don’t ask. I’ll explain later after I make a total ass of myself tomorrow.
I read several other blogs and man, some of ya’ll are crafty. I figured it’d be nothing.
Glitter glue everywhere. Under my nails. On my foot. And again, don’t ask. No clue. But I applaud ya’ll. And I do it really, really loud.
The best part of this for me was the going to the craft store part.
I saw a girl who had hair that looked like a bird’s nest. I ain’t kidding. Ya’ll, I couldn’t stop staring. I followed her down aisles just to get a better look, then would pretend to be looking at stuff when she saw me. I fake-looked at an abundance of crap. Like styrofoam. And an easel. And paint sponges. And Christmas trees. And artificial flowers. She was all over that store. I followed her for miles.
I tried to get a picture of the back, but I just couldn’t.
It was huge. This hair. Huge. And like, ratted up good. At first, I seriously thought it might be a costume being it’s the weekend of Halloween and all.
But no. I looked.
The next boring thing I did this weekend was cook.
And I still got it.
Because it’s just me and no husband or tax credits living here…I hate making a big messy mess in the kitchen. But every now and then, when the weather is just right (don’t ask what that has to do with it…but it does), I’ll knock out a bang-up something.
After my uneventful grocery store run, I busted out a stew today that should be totally featured on thisbitchcanstillcookeventhoughshessingle.com.
Not sure that site even exists, so you’re on your own if you head to it. Could be porn, I don’t know. But, you’ve been warned.
Yeah, I know the presentation ain’t all Rachael Ray-ish, but I ain’t all Rachael Ray-ish either.
I know, I know. Some of you are in total awe. I can see your faces in my head as I type this. But I did it. With no mess in the kitchen, mind you.
(I just did the Google to make sure I spelled Rachael’s name right, and it auto-populated “Rachael Ray divorce.” WHAAAT??)
There you go. Boring, boring, boring. And it was heaven, heaven, heaven.
My shrink has been harping on me for months to learn how to give myself time…and I think I just did it. Without even realizing it. And it is so worth that couch time.
(And now since I know she sometimes read this, we’ll probably be discussing my stalking big bird-nesty hair people in the stores, but I’ll deal with that then.)
So, go. Go forth and have yourself a boring rest of the day. I’m talking BORE IT UP to the inth degree.
And tell me what you did to be so boring. And we can be really boring together.
Except I’ll be putting on my lipstick, cause well…I ain’t THAT boring.