I remember when I use to have a blog, you remember when I had it too
don’t cha? Oh the casual rants of a middle aged woman seeking to show the world
that she was the biggest, baddest, smarty pants of them all. Balancing job
layoffs, full time work, full time school, marrying off her beloved daughter,
what the shit happened?
After birthing my graduation and Sheldon’s royal wedding, I somehow
ran out of words, hard to believe. I see
dead people, okay not really you fraidy cats. Stop it. The quick brown fox
jumped over the lazy dogs. See, all the letters of the alphabet at least are at
my fingertips. But I’m going to just
throw up on paper what swirls in my head.
I had the opportunity to revisit ASU last week under the guise of
promoting the Engineering Career Fair. Sweaty palmed males wearing suits purchased
for their sister's wedding clumped together like geeky future colleagues. The wafts of Axe Body Spray alternated with
overwhelming body odor that could kill a pyramid of cheerleaders. Every
moist and limp handshake made me feel compelled to gargle with hand sanitizer.
Apparently I am not considered booth babe enough for the raging male
hormones and Beer Girl was assigned to “help”.
Her long flowing tresses and fake boobs certainly enticed the shy awkward
boys in but instead of asking questions about their career goals and GPA, she
quizzed them about the best spots for 2 for 1 shot night. They gobbled her up like trick or treat
candy. This week's (or frankly this season’s)
recipe is a simple avocado salsa that Sheldon fed me on one of my trips to see
my beloved baby girl.
Avocado Salsa
1-Jalepeno seeded and chopped
3 tablespoons cilantro chopped
4 tablespoons red onion minced
3 to 4 avocados cubed
Juice from 2 limes
Throw it all in a bowl and stir. Done. Easy as pie people. We ate it on top of grilled fish and then the
leftovers with a spoon. That way we
could convince ourselves we were all noble and diet like because we didn’t use
tortilla chips to scoop it up.
How I’ve missed the campus life. It seems like a hundred years ago
since I graduated but in truth, just a mere 10 months ago that I had fodder for
this pathetic blog. Seeing girls wearing
shorts with their lady parts hanging down and Ugg boots have invigorated me. Let’s hope the inspiration continues, next
week maybe I’ll tell how I didn’t key that guy’s BMW and instead resisting the
daily urge not to swing my car door into his for a well-deserved door ding. Go Team Tuna.
