Bacon Pancakes

I have an  (unfairly earned, in my opinion) reputation in my family of having an excessive love of bacon. I contest that claim on 2 grounds. 1. Bacon is awesome. How can you love a good thing too much? 2. I don't really love bacon all that much. I just think many things taste better with it. And why wouldn't I want my food to taste good? This is not the same as wanting a bacon T-shirt, bacon bandaids or bacon packing tape. Yes, I've received all of those, and no, they didn't really get used.

 But back to bacon making things taste better. I'm a little shocked I never thought of it before, but bacon pancakes just seem like such an obvious bit of breakfast perfection.

Baby brides

You know you're probably too young to get married, if you still have braces.

Somewhat related, I've found that browsing through the wedding albums of strangers who happen to have friends in common with me is the perfect mix of "oh how sweet and pretty" and helping me to get out my weekly quota of judging in a quick, fun and easy manner.

Looking, Feeling and Being Awesome today

I know these pictures are horrible (only corner of the apartment that isn't super shakey, bad light, blurry due to bad light, etc). But my oh my, did I look and feel awesome today. And what's the point of a blog if I can't use it to share my awesomness with the whole internet?

My oh my, I am really having fun getting a little more dressed up and loving bright and bold colors. Also awesome is spending an hour trying to find a solution to a client problem, and in one phone call finding out that the problem just magically resolved itself. Personally, I think the awesome outfit might just have general powers of awesomeness. For a day that began with a bowl of cereal filled with spoiled milk (this was before the outfit made it's appearance, apparently yoga pants only have powers of comfyness), I'm really happy right now.

Breast Cancer Awareness

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Even though much "awareness" seems to center around randomly making things pink, awkward jokes about saving the ta-tas and vaguely dirty facebook memes that don't have any logical connection to anything productive, overall awareness does good things. Like reminding people to do self-exams to check for lumps.

I first heard about the importance of doing monthly self-exams a few years ago. One of my favorite aunts had recently been diagnosed with breast cancer (she's fine now), so for once I actually decided to give it a try.

For as much as I appreciate all the aesthetic awesomeness of my breast, my attention had mostly been focused on choosing tops that made them looks fantastic but not overly skanky. Not so much with the getting personal and touchy feely. So it felt a little odd to be feeling myself up in the shower. It felt even worse when I realized that I had a huge lump right in the middle of each breast.

I was sure that meant I was going to die. I couldn't believe that I had waited so long to check, and now it was certainly too late. Fortunately, somewhere in the midst of my hypochondria fueled paranoia, I started to think about how odd it was that I had two, perfectly symmetrical lumps in the same exact place on each boob. And then I remembered that the point of breasts was not just to flirt my way into a free meal, but to actually feed babies. And just maybe, maybe, that might require some sort of a gland that would be in each breast and feel hard to the touch. I felt like an idiot, which at least was better than thinking I was going to die.

So this October, feel free to engage in silly memes and pink ribbons. Especially remember that now is a great time to schedule yearly exams and get started checking things out for yourself. Just remember that some lumps are supposed to be there.

The people in my pillow

I was trying very hard to fall asleep last night, tossing and turning, trying to find the just right position. And then, just as I was drifting off, I started to hear these voices. I lifted my head up, nothing, no sound at all. Back down, and again with the voices. By this point I was really tired, and just could not understand what was going on. Clearly, there were no actual little people hiding and making whispered mumblings. Hopefully, I wasn't going crazy. Zach steadfastly assuring that he heard nothing really didn't help.

It wasn't until morning that I finally decided that this was just another joy of apartment living, thin walls and the weird ways sound can carry. 

Smell Like A Monster

Saturday Song

Right now the Weepies in general and this song in particular are my go to feel good music.