A confessional on why I isolated myself from all my high school friendships
To my birthday twin Ellen:
Well, this year has been… interesting. I hope 58 has been as interesting for you as 26 has been for me.
I’m in 1st place in 3 levels of Candy Crush, btw. #crushingit
2016 was a year of serious hopes and dreams being shattered, in so many ways. At least we could get a McGriddle all day long to soothe the pain of 2016’s wrath.
Celebrities died. Future celebrities were born. I finally got my 4 wisdom teeth removed. Voldemort was elected to run a country.
On a higher note, 2016 gave us some pretty awesome things pop culture wise. Beyoncé released Lemonade. Netflix released Stranger Things. NBC gave us This is Us.
Personally, I started my tenure year of teaching. I found out I’m going to be an aunt. I discovered the joy of wearing leggings as pants. My pitbull’s favorite toy became a stuffed piece of poo.
It’s been a weird year, full of ups and downs, but one thing hasn’t changed: the joy you bring into my life. When I’m feeling down, you make me want to dance. When I have a smile on my face, your show makes me smile and laugh harder. You always have my back, and, as always, it is an honor to have you as a birthday twin.
You give me, as well as so many other, hope. So, for that, thank you.
Thank you for being fabulous, Ellen, and happy birthday. I hope 59 is a great one. Who knows– maybe for our birthday next year, and for my 10th annual letter to you, we’ll be able to share a piece of cake!
All my best,
I didn’t realize it until about 1pm today, but this election season is stressing me out.
Sure, I’d read about the study done by APA saying 52% of American adults living in the United States who say “2016 election is a very or somewhat significant source of stress,” but I didn’t think much about it.
I also didn’t think much about how I’ve avoided addressing the election in my classroom, despite it being relevant to the dissection of race and gender in my writing courses.
It only started to really add a blip to my radar when a certain candidate whose name I’m not typing at risk of bringing his followers to my site pledged to sign a bigoted, discriminatory Act.
Heck, when my wife and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary exactly one week before Election Day, we half joked about creating a game plan on what to do if He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named becomes President. (It’s still a vague plan, mostly because neither one of us wants to process this being a possibility.)
Today, around 1pm, as I flipped on the Giants vs. Eagles game, it hit me:
The 2016 Election is stressing me the eff out.
What caused this “DUH” moment? Was it Eli Manning? A Giants victory?
Nope. I looked around me, and I realized that I’d been cooking for 3.5 hours.
Yes. Three-and-a-half hours. Of cooking.
I was also wearing leggings as pants, something I’ve only recently started doing, despite it being A Trend. With my leggings, I wore a hoodie.
Obviously, this was a clear sign that the end is near.
Seriously though… 3.5 hours of cooking?? This is what I did in college and grad school when I procrastinated and had last minute papers to write. Without fail, I would find myself in a cooking trance, surrounded by homemade recipes, and snap back to reality, realizing that I was avoiding something or stressing out.
- Crock-pot gluten free loaded potato soup.
- Egg salad with chives.
- Gluten-free apple crumb pie, with homemade crust and crumbs.
So. I cooked. A lot. I can’t wait until Wednesday so I can either cook a five course meal out of stress, or buy super discounted Halloween chocolate to celebrate this crazy election season being over.
As the Twitterverse and Facebook reminded me about Day Light’s Savings…