I love the Internets

There’s a lot of stuff I share on the Internet every day. Here’s a weekly round up of the things I most enjoyed last week by category. 

Inspiration

  • Are you datable? Confession time: I think about dating.  A month or two ago I started an Evernote that was very reminiscent of this list. I knew I wasn’t ready then, but I had started to piece together things that would be great in a future guy and what my true deal breakers are. Nearly all of my list are things I wouldn’t have dreamed of caring about 15 years ago. 
  • I never want to visit the Gynotician. 
  • Dating behaviors I’m done with.  This one made me LOL: “If you like someone, don’t send them mixed signals. Send them flare signals. Write that shit in the sky via airplane. Life’s too short to be coy, and while you figure out whether you’re into me, I’m going out. I got new jeans and they need to be seen.” I’m still laughing at ‘flare signals’. 

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Songs 

  • Winter Solstice – Cold Specks Lordy… her voice. Lordy… her words.
  • Recovering the Sattelites by Counting Crows Have been listening whole album to this all week, non-stop in the car. It is one of my all-time favorite albums. Every time I pick it up from an absence I’m shocked at how much it still hits me right in the feelers. Another Horsedreamer’s Blues would easily fall into my personal Top 100 Songs List. Bonus: as I was searching for an appropriate link to post, I discovered that there is a documentary of the making of this album.

 

Quesadillas are for WINNERS

Because if I look very, very hard in the mirror and speak truth…quesadillas are grilled cheese sandwiches. And serving grilled cheese for dinner at least 5 times a month is sort of sad, with one major exception.

But! If you call it a quesadilla…that’s something. It’s ethnic food. It is food that borders on fancy. It must be cut into wedges and served with dipping sauces. Did I say dipping sauces? How uncouth of me. I meant accoutrements

How do you feel about a visual recipe? Here’s a very fancy dinner I made a little while back that I found in the recesses of my iPhone library. Apple/bacon/onion/kale quesadillas, which even my 8-year-old ate. 

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Other things one can put in quesadillas: 

  • hummus instead of cheese (Mind BLOWN, right?)
  • olives
  • peppers
  • broccoli
  • chopped chicken
  • quinoa
  • leftover taco filling
  • leftover anything
  • your mom

 

Songs for Healing Hearts

I might inch out onto a limb here for a second and say something.

I am no longer heartbroken.

I think that’s what prompted this recent rash of playlist compilations. I can now share this intimate window into where I was a few months ago without it feeling like I am opening my diary and letting everyone read along as I write it.

No, that’s not what this blog is. The thought that this space is the severely edited and filtered version of me should leave you laying awake at night. Perhaps with a rosary. 

These songs. ::sigh:: There are some slightly embarrassing classics, lots of recent discoveries and a few that tell just the right story. I tried to get them in at least a logical sound progression, even though the emotions are all over the place. But that’s how healing goes, right? 

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