Remember myspace?
Yeah, me neither.
But remember how, when you used to navigate to someone’s profile, they could have their “song” start playing? So’s when you creeped on your old high school boyfriend at your cubicle and forgot to turn the speakers down you got a nice earful of Hoobastank blasting for the whole office to hear?
(That was your punishment for being on myspace. Punk.)
Not that I’m music savvy at all. My iPhone’s iPod is stocked up with exactly five songs: our wedding song; Seasons of Love; James Taylor’s Millworker; Hungover & Hard Up by Eric Church; and the Rock Chalk chant.
I really only use the iPod because I feel guilty solely using the text function on my iPhone…I might as well have my old snicker bar phone with the awesome “in traffic” ringer. (Did these have text messaging?)
Sometimes, I whistle the Andy Griffith theme song to myself. But that’s the extent of my music savvy.
So, speaking of things I sing/say to myself: my brain has been going a mile a minute lately, and not with anything particularly useful. So I thought I’d get the thoughts out. Exorcise the demons of unproductive brain-space. This is me…from the inside. The brain-side.
Now you’ll know exactly what I’m so dang busy with: I spend all my time playing exasperated babysitter to my over-stimulated yet under-utilized brain. (Somebody give me a higher purpose!)
Me: (Thinking thoughts…) why isn’t EVERYONE using wooden spoons? They’re so convenient. So gentle. So easy to break up chunks of ground beef with. And whack the dog in the nose when he tries to steal said chunks of ground beef from the pan.
Me: (Thinking thoughts…) if toasted pine nuts aren’t Paleo, I don’t care.
That’s it for that thought. It was fleeting.
Me: (Thinking thoughts…) I’m OK with doctors not knowing everything. I’m NOT ok with them being unwilling to ADMIT they don’t know everything.
Extended note: I’m even MORE not ok with them handing out bad advice in place of a thoughtful solution. What would be the harm in a doctor saying, “I don’t know what’s behind this issue you’re having. Why don’t you look for a nutritionist/massage therapist/therapist/Vampire Movie that could help you explore it?”
Me: (Thinking thoughts)…I freaking love eggs!
I also freaking love Clark Farm Carlisle, and my friend who lives there: Diana of Radiance Nutritional Therapy.
Me: (Thinking thoughts)...Bacon ends from are the only thing that matters. The ONLY thing.
I think we can all agree on this last point.
Aaaaand now that I’ve completely lost the entirety of my readership, I’ll off and work on getting something else stuck in my head. Like this compilation. Far more worthwhile. (Don’t click on it. Seriously. It’s a vortex. “My what a guy, that Gaston!“)
Liz Talks Podcast, Episode 25: Breastfeeding & body changes; prometabolic eating
Liz talks body composition changes and breastfeeding: -why programs and protocols don’t work; -why restricting carbs or calories is a BAD idea; -why the idea that “the
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You are so clever. Love reading your blog. I am also down on Big Pharma, Doctors and crappy food. After all, if any of the above behaved differently, my son may not have been deathly ill for 8 years. I had a lively FB discussion going about this topic this week. One friend reminded me that we can’t let consumers completely off the hook. There’s plenty of demand for fast and easy. Just something I’ve been thinking about.