Mr. Bluebird on My Shoulder

Pay no mind to the fat lip my toddler just gave me as I put him down for his afternoon nap. So he flails a tad--big deal. (: The bottom line is that nothing much can get me down today. The sun is shining outside like a dream, and tomorrow is payday. Also, I noticed there are a lot of online flight sales happening at the moment, affording me a ticket on the cheap!

I've also lost three pounds in the last four days--okay, I'm aware that's only the scheduled "water weight" loss. But who the flip cares? Three pounds is three pounds. I'm doing really well with the Atkins deal, although I've been eating considerably more vegetables than it calls for. I made a bison vegetable stew last night that was divine. (Bison tastes the same as cow, but is a lot leaner and tastier.) It was quite by accident that the soup took place at all. I was intending to use the ground bison for cheeseburgers (sans bread) for lunch, but I discovered upon trying to cook it that it was still a little frozen in the middle. As a newlywed with little to no cooking experience, this would have probably thrown me into a tantrum followed by a mild depression, but three years into the domestic life, I simply threw the bison in the pot with some chopped onions, carrots, corn, French green beens, diced tomatoes, olive oil, garlic, and spices, and let it simmer for six hours. Leave it to me to turn an accident into dinner. It was even better a day later, and I served it for lunch today with a salad.

I saw the Emilio Estevez movie Repo Man last night for the first time--wow. My favorite line in the film is "The more you drive, the less intelligent you become." My husband and I both laughed because I hate driving so much. Perhaps if I viewed driving as more of an interaction with other drivers rather than a confrontation, I might be more positive about the experience. Mostly, I just like to look at the world around me instead of the car in front of me, which tends to be troubling. I'm like a female Walter Mitty of daydreamers.

Conversely, I think more establishments should be equipped with drive-thru's, such as the post office. My local coffee shop has curb-side service! If you call ahead, they will deliver you Mocha- Choco-Latte right to your car. That's not what I order.

Well, I'm off to be happy somewhere.