Em and the Possibilities There are no guarantees in life…only the possibilities

I had an awesome blogpost halfway written in my head last night. Unfortunately, I was also warm and comfycozy under my covers and SO NOT COMING OUT.

So you get this.

Because I forgot the whole thing. There’s not even a whisper of a faint memory. I just remember that it was going to be an awesome post.

School is going well. It’s a much more solid semester than most of my previous ones. I just have to…decide on a major.

Y’all, I have a difficult time deciding on what paint to put on my bedroom walls – deciding where to focus my degree program has gone from a vague idea to downright impossible.

I want it all. With sprinkles on top.

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I’ve started cooking again. So far, the problem has become that I make a recipe and I’m the only one that eats it.

I do not love leftovers.¹

You can see the conundrum. I cook, eat, and decide that I don’t want anymore.

And yes yes, I know I could stick it in the freezer until I decide I want it again. The issue there is…I usually don’t want it again until the frozen leftovers are completely inedible.

Buh.

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The boys are doing moderately well in school.² I’m trying to get things worked out so that I’m homeschooling them in addition so that any holes in their education are plugged.

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And that’s all I have right now.

1. Unless it’s a dish that involves planned leftovers. Soup and beans taste better the next day. [↩]
2. Meaning they still go every day. [↩]