Of the bookish and not so bookish variety.
(When I remember my inane desire to produce meaningful content on my blog, I’m going to remind myself that someone once wrote The Psychic Sasquatch and their UFO Connection. And it was published. At least it was weeded, eventually. So I need to stop being so wary about hitting publish on my personal blog and let go of the self-doubt.)
01. As I mentioned time and again, I really struggle with the idea of having meaningful content here. Lately, especially when I don’t feel like I have anything “important” to say , I just close my browser and never actually post. Blogging should not involve this much stress. Leah’s post inspired me to reconsider and maybe make some changes.
02. Speaking of stress, I rarely get actually annoyed over stupid online articles, but this one on maternity leave pushed all my buttons. The writer wants to have a maternity leave without having a baby, because it’s a great time to decompress and engage in some deep self-reflection, then you go back to work refocused and recharged. Excuse me while I roll my eyes. I think she’s confusing maternity leave with a vacation and/or a sabbatical, because having a human somehow expelled from your body and then not sleeping for six weeks to three months (unpaid!) is clearly everyone’s idea of a good time. One of my major issues with the US is the maternity policy, if you couldn’t tell.
03. This Sweet Valley High article is worth resharing (via Kate). I’d love to pretend I’ve always been a discriminating reader, but I love Nancy Drew and Elizabeth and Jessica (perfect teenage specimens that they were). The Babysitter’s Club also had a good grip on me for a while.
04. Is anyone else completely incapable of using a slow cooker? I’ve failed more times than I can count with everything except for applesauce. All that money I’ve wasted on foods that have turned to mush. Potential next failure? Chicken Parmesan.
05. I’ve temporarily give up being gluten free and it’s the best damn thing ever (due, essentially, to chronic illness and not wanting to eat anything besides toast, though I’m now moderately better). I cannot explain my love for pasta and cupcakes, but if I could, you’d be scared. In other news, I’ve stopped stepping on my scale.
Join in and say hi over at Bookishly Boisterous. Does anyone else just feel done with being serious lately? I think once you realize that a man like Donald Trump could actually be president because some of your fellow countrymen support him, well, it’s time for pasta, cupcakes, and Sasquatch. Because the world has clearly become ridiculous.