We had emergency bacon for dinner tonight. I believe the British refer to it as a fry up, but that doesn’t really convey the right amount of “oh crap it’s 7 what are we eating for dinner what can I cook that my frustrating spawn will eat oh I know bacon!”
And scrambled eggs. And then we were out of bread, so I had to make biscuits. But he ate it without protest, which is what I was going for. I can’t believe how much he eats, he’s only 1.
Catholicism and Life 1:33 pm
…leave your sacrifices at the door. No Dr. Pepper, butter, sarcasm, or whatever else you’ve given up allowed.
This year, I’ve given up butter. I won’t add butter to anything, I won’t cook anything with butter in it, and to as far an extent as possible, I won’t eat anything that was probably made with butter, but I’m not going to stress about this point too much. That last bit means I won’t sweat the waiters about whether something was made with butter, but that I just won’t select cookies, texas toast, or other things I know usually require butter. No popcorn with butter. (Boo.)
Then at Easter, I’m making a big batch of scones.
I was told (by someone in this marriage who shall remain nameless (not me)) that was a kind of wussy thing to give up, but upon further questioning admitted to fears that it would their diet.
It’s really part of a two-fold sacrifice, because the other thing I’m giving up for Lent is the rest of my pregnancy weight.
It’s not about how I look, I like how I look, when I remember to think about it. It’s not necessarily about how I feel, hefting a twenty pound baby around has benefits for one’s stamina after all. It’s not even about that Stupid Wii Fit board mocking me, like some twisted Nintendo version of Clippy.
It’s just that I know those extra 15 pounds are not good for me. I have two more months left in 9 months up, 9 months down. I’ll put these 40 days of Lent to good use in dropping them.
Then I’ll gain it all back eating those scones.
Women’s clothing has no pockets. And for a long time I’ve railed about how we have no pockets and it’s not fair and half the time when there are pockets, they’re just decorative pockets, you can’t carry anything in them anyway, and this is why women carry purses, not because they need to carry everything and the kitchen sink with them, hmph.
Well, I’ve been going in the wrong direction.
Instead of campaigning for real pockets in women’s clothing, I now encourage the complete and absolute destruction of pockets on men’s clothing. Let men carry purses with us, and without shame.
This post brought to you by my fervent desire to never need to clean heat dried gel ink off the inside of the dryer with isopropanol ever again.
Life clutter, data, digital life, help, organization 9:59 am
I have 1127 songs in my iTunes Music library. 326 of these songs I have never listened to. 737 songs I have listened to twice at most. I’m not really a background music person. But I resist deleting them. I can’t even imagine a future where I listen to some of this music, yet Time Machine faithfully backs them up, twenty four times a day.
This same scenario plays itself out with my photos, my videos, and my documents. I have dozens of videos of my son, hundreds of documents, thousands of photos. And I can’t bear to delete anything, even the bad or worthless ones.
Gmail is another culprit, with ever increasing storage, I never need to delete an email again, not even the short note from The Husband telling me he’s going to be five minutes late picking me up tonight. I will never need that email again, but I keep it all the same.
Why? Why do I do this? I know data storage capacity doubles or something every year, it’s increasing enough that I don’t need to conserve hard drive space, enough that I don’t need to delete anything. But not needing to delete anything is really a terrible case for keeping everything! Storage space may be increasing exponentially, but the quality of my data is not. It’s like looking for pearls in mud, the volume of the mud is increasing hourly, but I’m lucky to add a new pearl to the puddle once a week. A song I really love, a great photo of my son, an actually insightful blog post.
I’m drowning in data. Really I’m lucky I can find stuff these days. In fact, that I can find anything is amazing if I think about it.
I’ve tried every organization technique under the sun. And none of them have helped, because I simply can’t get over this tendency to packratism. I need to learn to throw things away.
Life and Projects and Technology Blues Brothers, Cocoa, Objective C, programming, resolutions 9:13 pm
Okay, learning Cocoa… I have the collective knowledge of:
Hit it.
