I finally got off my lazy butt and got my taxes done. It only took five hours longer than I thought it would. Still, I got enough money back that if I watch my budget I’ll be okay for another couple of months without unemployment. So…yay.
Anyway, by the time I got everything taken care of, I was tired and hungry, and didn’t want to eat anything that I had at my house, so I ordered a pizza. I ordered online, and, not paying attention, I told Papa John’s to send my dinner to the last address I sent a pizza to, forgetting that the last time I ordered pizza I was babysitting. At my sister’s house. 50 miles away.
G was really excited about it. He called to tell me thank you for the pizza.
I realize that I’ve been really depressed lately, and I don’t want this blog to descend into a pity party–I’m working on it, really.
I watched Julia & Julie yesterday, and I’m surprised at how much it’s stuck with me. I was expecting a light dramady, but it got me thinking. Specifically, I’ve been thinking about Julia Child.
Julia Child didn’t get married until she was 35, and, at that time, she didn’t know how to cook. She enrolled in cooking school at 36, She published her first cookbook at 49, and appeared on TV for the first time at 50.
This woman single handedly changed the way that Americans think about food, and how we cook. She was not beautiful, and her voice was… distinctive. I doubt that she would have even gotten as far as making a pilot today.
I’ve been feeling sorry for myself because my birthday is Friday, and I’m feeling old, alone and unaccomplished. I needed to be reminded that I still have a lot of life left ahead of me–a lot of time to still accomplish my dreams.
So today, I learned: Don’t wait until the last minute to take care of stuff (although I’m patting myself on the back for not waiting until the VERY last minute, as tomorrow is going to be much busier than today was) and pay attention to what you’re doing.
Otherwise, you provide lunch for your brother-in-law for the next few days.