Most of the time, when I sit behind my computer to start blogging, I know exactly what I want to write about. Many times, I’ve actually spent my work day concocting posts in my head. However, If you didn’t catch it, the key phrase here is, “Most of the time.”
Then there are days where I look at the mind-numbing vortex that is McMac and not one measly thing pops into my right-brained head. Sometimes I think to myself, why even blog? If you have nothing of importance to say Holly, you should probably shut your yapper for once.
But then I remember blogging is an outlet. Or, as I like to think of it, cheap therapy.
Honestly, I think everybody should see a therapist. We all have issues. And better yet, we should all deal with our issues. That’s one of the few things I know for sure in life. But in this American climate of ridiculously paltry health care coverage, seeing a therapist isn’t always possible.
In these cases, blogging will do.
I hardly doubt I have any deep-seeded issues with PB+B toast anyways, but if I did, I could hypothetically blog about them right here and now.
In fact, I don’t really have issues with homemade banana bread + free iced coffees either.
I swear I did not force our office intern to go and buy me coffee. It was of her own free will. I mean, that’s if you call threatening her with writing the worst recommendation letter ever if she didn’t go to a specific coffee shop (Espresso Royale), hand grind the beans herself, place each grain individually into the machine, brew the coffee herself, wait for it to cool and bring it back to me with crushed ice free will.
I kid, I kid.
Maybe it’s a good thing I don’t currently have a therapist. She might take that joke as some sort of subconscious sign of pent-up frustration and force me to deal with my deepest, most darkest issues.
My deepest, most darkest issue being that I don’t actually love pasta.
But I’ll still take the Diet Coke, thank you very much.
I don’t have issues with 99% of veggies, just two of them: cooked carrots and mushrooms.
Luckily, those carrots weren’t cooked and cherry tomatoes are not mushrooms.
And neither are yog messes.
That would be 1 cup 2% plain Greek yog + 1/2 cup strawberries + 1 crumbled Dark Chocolate Muffin. Instead of waterbeds (ya know, that 1980s have-to-have-it phenomenon?), don’t you think they should make Greek yogurt beds? I have a feeling that would be the comfiest thing ever.
Anyways…at 5pm, I skedaddled out of work, walked home, talked to one of my besties, realized my legs feel pretty dang good after running 10.5 miles yesterday and basked my ghost face in the sunny, 70-degree heat. I planned on having a salad for dinner, but when it came time to eat – it was the last thing I wanted.
What I did want: Savory Oats.
1/2 cup rolled oats
1 cup water
1 egg (whisked in)
pinch of salt
1 oz. shredded Bellavitano cheese
1 handful spinach
3 Flax-Encrusted Sweet Potato Balls
1 sunny-side-up egg
pinch of garlic salt
pinch of crushed red pepper
Mega-Pimped-Out Savory Oats is more like it.
You can bet me an hour-long therapy session I popped that yolk.
Upon arriving home, I also found the most gorgeously wrapped package from Japan…
Hmmm…that could only be from one person and one person only: Miss Molly!
Thank you Molly Girl! This girl sent me a plethora of Japanese tea – Kumquat Green (!!!) – since she is teaching English in Japan for a year. And we are from the same hometown in Minnesota. But we met through the blogosphere. How crazy is that?
Now, I have come to the end of this post and realized I have rambled about therapy, health care, intern abuse, pasta, Greek yogurt beds, savory oats and Japanese tea successfully all in one post.
But that’s what therapy blogging is for, right?