I’m such a kid…

I’m such a kid.

I don’t apologize.

Lunch…

Tomato, baby! Campbell’s. There is no other if you’re a kid, or me.

In this…

There is no other if you’re a kid, or me.

I’ve had these soup mugs forever. Okay. They didn’t exit the womb with me, but a long time. Long. Time.

I have four. Still chip-free. That comes under the heading Miracle.

I paired my Campbell’s with a grilled Granny Smith apple and white cheddar — of the old variety — cheese sandwich on multigrain. Knocks my socks off every time.

Lunch as God intended.

Sometime on Friday, I’ll be in Matinee-land seeing this…

Mr. G, honey is girding his loins.

No, really. He’s a good sport.

No, really. I’m going to owe him big time. He’s gonna make me see The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo on the Big Screen, when I would prefer to see it on say, my iPhone.

Try not to judge me. I’ve been a Stephanie Plum fan for a long time.

I’ll let you know.

Who else is going?

That’s all for Hump Day, aka Wednesday, folks!

I’m undecided…

We had a date night on Friday and stepped out to see the remake of the 1984 Footloose — the version starring Kevin Bacon, Lori Singer and John Lithgow. Oh, ho, ho, and I did see Sarah Jessica Parker in the roll of Rusty. Mercy.

The 2011 Footloose, starring Kenny Wormald, Julianne Hough and Dennis Quaid was darker, less musical, less fun. In this case, less is not more.

I’m undecided.

I enjoyed Kevin Bacon and Kenny Wormald equally in the role of Ren MacCormack, though it was played differently.

I’m undecided.

I preferred the 2011 Willard, played by Miles Teller to the Willard of 1984, portrayed by Chris Penn, but enjoyed the scene where Willard learns to dance more in the original.

I’m undecided.

Julianne Hough (as Ariel Moore) is beautiful and a talented dancer, but I just had a hard time putting her and high school senior in the same frame. I may be out of touch. Woefully.

I’m undecided.

Lithgow or Quaid?

Lithgow.

If they had gone with the big musical finish that the original did, I think I could have left the theater satisfied. But they didn’t. They made it shorter. Choppier.

Even though they made it a darker, edgier, more [air quotes] contemporary [end air quotes] film, they needed that big, musical finish to make it Footloose.

I wanted to love this movie with my whole heart.

Maybe if they had called it Footloose, Back to the Future.

I’m undecided.

I took a disconnect…

Well, well, well…

Practically in the middle of February’s National Blog Posting Month, I took a little disconnect. I turned off the Blog. I turned off the RSS Feeds. I turned off the Twitter. I turned off the Facebook.

I turned off the noise.

I turned off the chatter.

I turned off the intertoobs.

Okay. I took the occasional click through the email. My mama might have wanted my recipe for Cheesy Baked Spaghetti. It could happen.

I love NaBloPoMo. I raced through November posting every day. Every. Day. Them’s the rules, baby! I skipped December and January. December is all family and friends, festive feasting, and January is all my body is a toxic dump… run, baby, run!

But February is just 28 short days of let’s get winter over with. Might as well blog them all. But I learned something about myself in February.

I don’t like blogging every day. I like my weekends blog-free. Free from blogging. Without blog.

So I stopped.

Stepped back.

Walked away.

Disconnected.

All you heard was a dial tone.

This is what I did.

I got my hair whacked.

I got my passport renewal photo taken. We’ll talk about that another day, when I can talk about it without risk of an aneurysm.

I spent a fortune on these Parrot Tulips, because I don’t think I’ll be seeing them anytime soon here in my neck of Canadaland.

I read. I read fiction and non-fiction. I read magazines and cereal boxes. I read some urban fantasy, an action-suspense-paranormal combo. I read an erotic romance, some cowboy category, and a couple of comfort reads. I read some stuff on writing and social media, and even started a book on being wrong. I figured that was right up my alley. It’s called Being Wrong: Adventures in the Margin of Error by Kathryn Schulz.

I cooked. I made French Lentil Soup, which I found here at Small Notebook. Run right over and get this recipe. I’ll wait. I might even wait for you to make it. It is that good. It’s in my keeper file. I cooked beans from scratch. I made cornbread and banana bread and oatmeal and pecan cookies. I can’t remember everything I made in the last two weeks, but I cooked.

I thought a lot about the Slow Food movement, and connecting with a local farmer for seasonal produce. I might have been thinking about that a lot when I was shocking myself silly at the grocery store instead of twitterin’ with my twitterverse. Have you seen those prices?

I bought these Converse All Stars, because they begged me to.

I watched movies. I watched some old black & white classics and stuff Mr. G honey wouldn’t be interested in in a million years, like Whip It. I had a whole new imaginary life after watching that movie. I watched Pride & Prejudice for the umpteenth time. The Keira Knightley version. Two words — Matthew Macfadyen.

I drank a little wine. I did a little cardio.

Not at the same time.

It’s not that I don’t do these things now. I just did more of them and less of other stuff. Without noise. Without chatter.

I’m glad I did.

Now, I’m glad I’m back.

I took a little disconnect.

Ever done that?

Elen