Tuesday. That's all.

Well, I did manage to cook dinner last night, but it surely wasn't anything to write home about. Tacos and spanish rice. And I didn't enjoy cooking it, either, which is kinda the point of the whole thing. I feel sort of apathetic about everything, really. The only thing I can seem to get excited about is our cruise and even that seems like light years away. I did manage to make some phone calls yesterday-and they were appts I was looking forward to making in the first place. Nothing seems to be able to get me happy, except for traveling and of course my husband. School sucks this semester-it just isn't fun.

I am actually looking forward to picking up the bike next month, but we won't be able to ride it for I don't know how long.


Now, back to this frickin cooking thing...I am making chicken tonight. Any suggestions for a sauce to go over it? 

Much Ado About Nothing

So, here I am, typing into a blog (something I never thought I would do). I even make fun of people who blog, although I loved the idea in the movie Julie & Julia. I thought, "I wanna do that." Weird, right?

Here's my problem: I have nothing interesting to say or nothing to do.

Do I?

I could try the cooking thing. You know, cook something new and wonderful every day...

Screw that. I am not into cooking like I used to be. And that's a bummer.

Maybe I should try it??