A Dating Post Where I Unintentionally Used the Phrase "For Better or for Worse" Twice

Now that I can go more than 10 minutes without a throbbing pain behind my right eye, I'm trying to keep my commitment to jotting down my random thoughts.

For better or worse, but it's already paid for so I can't change it anyway, I went on Match.com. First I went back on POF for a little while, but I figure you get what you pay for....never mind that my last POF experience ended in a 4+ year relationship. But I am no longer in that relationship so I say again, you get what you pay for.

The last time I dated heavily, I loved it. I loved meeting new people, having dinner and drinks bought for me, and, worse case scenario, having a hysterical story to tell. But I have to say, right now, I'm just finding the process tedious and exhausting,...and I haven't even been on an actual date yet.

First of all, I'm certainly not as body confident as I was the last time around. I know body acceptance is trendy and attractive, but I'm having a real hard time faking it. I also don't have any patience for the online chatting. So much so that I just added this disclaimed to my profile.

"If we don't think our pictures are entirely unfortunate, 

and we can prove that we can string to sentences together, let's get out an explore. 

Worst case scenario, we're just not that into each other...

but at least we've gotten out of the house and maybe even made a new friend."

It might be a bit abrasive, but it's truthful right now. I'm also trying a new thing where I'm not the aggressive initiator. I don't know if that goes back to my dating anxiety or if its rooted in a confidence that I deserve to have a good man come on to me.

Who am I kidding?

Electric Word Life

I wrote my previous post to get some thoughts out of my head that have been hanging in there since last night, but by the time I finally got done with my first MSP cooking attempt, it was late and I was tired. But it felt disingenuous to post today without mentioning the death of His Royal Badness.

I wouldn't necessarily say that I am a die hard Prince fan, nor would those close to me think that his death would mean much to me one way or another. It's interesting though, the cloud that seems to be over MSP today. I feel like everyone feels it. The whole office was listening to The Current today, as they were streaming his albums chronologically, and I was amazed at how each song came on I would think, "Oh, I love that song!" As an artist, he has made such an impact: such attitude, confidence and style.

They say that he was found in an elevator, CPR was attempted but unsuccessful. Knowing this, I couldn't bear to title this blog post "Are We Gonna Let the Elevator Bring Us Down" because that might be a little tacky. However, seemingly cliche under the circumstances or not, one of my favorite Prince songs is "Let's Go Crazy" A fun song that we performed in high school show choir. I still remember some of the moves 15+ years later. I thought, "What on Earth is this about a purple banana?"

Insert deep sigh here. This past year sure has been a tough one and I'm really down and thankful that I am current on my crazy pills. I have trivia tonight and as much as I want to curl up on the couch, I think it's important to be with people right now.

My favorite tribute so far:

https://twitter.com/elclimo

"Compassion is an action word with no boundaries."-Prince

#McGyvered

I'm not sure how I managed to forget that bigger is better...when it comes to Dutch ovens....in the kitchen, not the holding the head under the fart blanket one. I managed to finally cook something in my new place last night, but apparently thought that a 3 qt. Dutch Oven was a better choice than a 6 qt. from Super Target and ended up cooking my recipe in half batches, taking twice as long to get everything done. It turned out edible, but I'm pretty sure not the way it is supposed to. Luckily, edible is enough for me.

Life in my place has been a comedy of errors since I moved in, especially getting locked out twice within one week. Both times I was in my slippers with no phone. The first was a faulty patio door handle. The second was the patio screen door lock somehow catching. At least that time I managed to break back in by dissembling my grill and using the edge of the grate the jimmy the lock.

Please don't break into my place, I promise I don't have anything worth taking. Except for a 3 qt. Dutch oven.

On a (Dinner) Roll

I keep discovering home items that I thought I had, I don't own anymore. I probably had these at some point in time, but when I combined homes with my ex, we got rid of the doubles of poor quality...which were mostly mine.

Since I've moved in, I've bought a new spoon rest for the stove...to discover I had no spoons or any other cooking utensils. Yesterday, I bought some canned garbanzo beans to prep with a salad to take to work...and found I had no can opener.

Today, I planned to prep a wonderful spring slow cooker dinner (because I haven't cleaned my grill or gotten gas for it yet) but forgot that I didn't have the large pot needed for some of the prep required. So I put the beans that had been soaking overnight back in the fridge (can you oversoak beans? probably) and I'll try again tomorrow.

Which is fine, because I forgot to thaw the chicken anyway.

Lemon Braised Chicken & Beans with Mint Pesto

Courtesy of thkitchen.com-I swear mine will look like this too

The Soul of Wit

I've recently been getting into that Twitter thing. Late to the party, I know. But while I've had what I consider to be a good couple of tweets, I'm still finding it hard to get my thoughts down to 140 character at a time including hashtags. It's an art form. So I keep thinking, why don't I start blogging again? I have a lot of thoughts about #myMSPmove. But why is it that when I sit down in front of the laptop, the words don't seem to be there?