Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Where the days are longer, the nights are stronger

***I have been asked to place a disclaimer on posts where I might be a downer. This might be one of those posts.***

It is refreshing to see the faintest glimmer of daylight when I wake now. It doesn't help my already poor sleep patterns, but at least it doesn't feel like we've been plunged into eternal night. It's funny how that mid-Winter malaise can creep in, even when we don't have feet of snow blanketing our home. It's genuinely nice out, for February. My grass is starting to turn green again after our week of sub-freezing temps a month ago.


With all deference to Shakespeare, this hardly means that the winter of my discontent has been made summer by anything. Perhaps early spring, but not summer. I'm still adapting to working at home, and despite the fact that I'm working on central time, I keep waking up as though I still need to drive 40 minutes in traffic to arrive by 8, instead of walking fifteen feet to start at 9.

This does prove a benefit to you, cherished readers, since it means you get more consistency of posts. Of course saying it's a benefit is a wee bit biased, since it assumes that more Elliott is a good thing.

Speaking of which, I think I should start walking The Dammit in the mornings, I tore one of the few pairs of jeans which fit comfortably while Lori and I were climbing about an abandoned warehouse the other day, scoping out a new shooting location. It was very cool, like a modern version of the Colosseum, rows of columns and beautiful play of afternoon light. But the crux of things is that I've become even more of the Nerdy Fat Guy you've known and loved. And it's not more 'Nerdy' or 'Guy', I can assure you.

Of course, this means I'm down to one pair of jeans that are publicly acceptable, and I will not resort to either the public wearing sweat pants which is NEVER acceptable for a male in a non-athletic context, or the use of this. The Perfect Fit button is for when you've moved past the anger, denial and bargaining phases of your weight problem. I like how they suggest that you can also use it to reduce the waist size of your pants, as though that's going to happen.

As a completely inappropriate segue, I thought I'd post a picture of my pizza from Sunday. Mmm, pizza. I love that my grocery store sells fresh dough in the bakery, because while making dough isn't difficult, it is a bit messy and I'd rather not deal with that. I'm already messy enough without adding flour to the mix.
Strangely, though I have always known myself to have jars of sauce about the pantry, rely on it when time calls for a quick and easy dinner, there was none to be had. As such, I spread the crust with pesto, covered it with arugula (or raquette, if you prefer), cremini mushrooms, red peppers, Italian sausage and pancetta. Because everything is better with bacon.And I discovered a great site yesterday, had a little fun. My mood is starting to reveal itself though, and spring can't get here quickly enough.

Alligator lizards or not.

4 comments:

Bev said...

Sorry you're a little blue, Elliott. I'm WITH ya, as I think you know. I don't hide my funks well at all; I wallow. :)

I'm also with you on the chunk, though in all fairness, if I lived in your house where you & Lori are always creating such delicious fare, I'd be a Nerdy Fat Chick!

I'm down to two pairs of jeans that fit comfortably and my two favorites are put away until it's probably too warm to wear them. FML.

Oh, and more Elliott is definitely a good thing!

Amber Tidd Murphy said...

More Elliott = fine by me.

I find it hard to feel happy during grey, dull February.

Onward to March!

tracey said...

More Elliott = It's all good

Sorry you're in a funk - it's been a long winter at my house too.

The pizza looks amazing - I'm adding those ingredients to my shopping list. If we ever get to leave the house again.

And, I love the fortune cookie generator.

Elliott said...

Thanks for boosting my ego, all. The funk is typical for this time of year, and I think that's without regard for geography. Unless I was on the beach in Cozumel with Lori, best margaritas and ceviche ever. Hard to be in a funk when your biggest debate is whether to have another margarita before you retire to a massage table seaside. (I'll always tell you to go to the east side of the island. The west side is for tourists with no taste.)

I'm all about bacon on pizza, and pizza's such a simple thing. We made individual pizzas when the girls had sleepovers, and everyone got exactly the toppings they wanted.

The fortune cookie generator was a small bright spot this week. Quite enjoyed it.

Be nice and share!

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