Cliche of the day: unemployed & writing at Starbucks.
At least I’m not a “starving” artist. Hello, carbs and delicious cream cheese.
I haven’t experienced this kind of creative bliss in a long time. Before I started taking care of my grandma, these quasi-hipster trips to Starbucks were a normal thing for me.
Then life happened.
And true to form: I should be writing and yet here I am blathering on Tumblr. But, hey, writing, right? So I’m counting it.
What am I writing, you ask? (Shhhh… let’s just pretend you asked.) Mostly confusing drivel courtesy of a fiction writing class and their interesting prompts… But I am having fun with it, so I guess there’s that.
I ran into an old coworker from rehab at Starbucks today. Keep in mind I live an hour from the facility and a run-in was highly unlikely.
Then, my former supervisor called and asked if I’d moved yet. When I said “in a couple weeks” he asked me if I’d like to come back for a few weeks.
Cut it out, Universe. I’m not going back to rehab.
Just say no, Amy.
*laughs at own ridiculous drug prevention joke*
I’m a huge fan of dishes that look complicated and taste great but actually only take a few ingredients and even fewer minutes to make.
*Whole wheat pasta & pesto with garlic
*Whole wheat pasta with chicken, tomatoes, peppers and onions
*Tuna-stuffed devil eggs with gherkin, mayonnaise and mustard. Paprika, pepper and parsley garnish.
Just another classy summer evening. #straightfromthebottle
Once upon a time I had a hammock all to myself.
Then my nephews found me.
Outdoor movies with the nephews
All the reading
And even more drinking.
Don’t let these photos fool you. Yes, I’ve had some awesome summer moments, but this photo set could aptly be named:
"How I’m distracting myself from being away from the husband. Because I’m about to lose my mind and start calling the office in Sheffield and beg them to hurry up because this whole LDM thing is ridiculously ridiculous. But I’m hanging in there because really, what’s the alternative? There isn’t one."
Also known as the longest photo set name ever.
Goes to Half Price Books to find book on minimalism (Everything That Remains, specifically), completely forgets to look for book, buys three cookbooks instead: a typical Amy memoir.
This is the same glass of wine, btw. My mod-paying stint in rehab was enough for me…
I posted the list on the left on Facebook a few days ago. Today, I see InStyle got the memo on #4.
I will never jump on the sneakers with everything bandwagon. Can’t do. Won’t do.