So, my traditional Southern New Year's Spread turned out to be a smashing success, if I do say so myself.
Ham, Hoppin' John (with black eyed peas and sausage), cornbread and collard greens. Assured to bring good luck and wealth in the New Year.
It'd damn well better because I cooked and cleaned my ass off today.
I am the superstitious sort and so I succumb to the ritualistic portions of the holidays, in this case, being you should ingest some sort of greens and corn to ensure wealth (dollars and cents), the black eyed peas for luck, and the pork...well, everything tastes better with a little pork, doesn't it? Though surprisingly, chicken isn't part of this holiday tradition. I guess it's because fried chicken is part of every Sunday southern supper, so you switch it up with pork on special occasions to get all fancy.
No champagne toast, those are a thing of my past, but a day's worth of cleaning because this signifies a clean sweep of the year before and starting off the next one brand new, as it were.
And I vacuumed and swept and laundered my heart out today, which is why I am exhausted and it's only 6:30pm.
But I feel better looking at a clean house; in the past I never really understood the phrase "cluttered surroundings, cluttered mind" but it makes sense. There's less stress when everything is neat and tidy.
So I enjoyed my mopped and swept floors for a few hours until the Rottenator and the Nooge awoke and then, inevitably, chaos and mess ensued.
The Rottenator spent the day watching football and playing video games. I hope he's enjoying the last day of his vacation because I sure as hell am ready for him to go back to work. It's frustrating when his version of a vacation is exactly that: not doing a damn thing. Literally. On my few and far between days off there seems like there's always something to do: cleaning, grocery shopping, there's always something. Must be nice to have someone else worry about those things so you are free to sit on your lazy ass all day playing with yourself and your controller.
A part of me is glad the holidays are over, a part of me is not. Because now it's back to the same old mundane routine of work, cook, clean, sleep, and so forth. Nothing really exciting to look forward to unless you count Harry Potter and Universal but September seems so far, far away.
But until then, there's only one thing left to do I guess.
My Mood Ring(tone) of the Day:
It'd damn well better because I cooked and cleaned my ass off today.
I am the superstitious sort and so I succumb to the ritualistic portions of the holidays, in this case, being you should ingest some sort of greens and corn to ensure wealth (dollars and cents), the black eyed peas for luck, and the pork...well, everything tastes better with a little pork, doesn't it? Though surprisingly, chicken isn't part of this holiday tradition. I guess it's because fried chicken is part of every Sunday southern supper, so you switch it up with pork on special occasions to get all fancy.
No champagne toast, those are a thing of my past, but a day's worth of cleaning because this signifies a clean sweep of the year before and starting off the next one brand new, as it were.
And I vacuumed and swept and laundered my heart out today, which is why I am exhausted and it's only 6:30pm.
But I feel better looking at a clean house; in the past I never really understood the phrase "cluttered surroundings, cluttered mind" but it makes sense. There's less stress when everything is neat and tidy.
So I enjoyed my mopped and swept floors for a few hours until the Rottenator and the Nooge awoke and then, inevitably, chaos and mess ensued.
The Rottenator spent the day watching football and playing video games. I hope he's enjoying the last day of his vacation because I sure as hell am ready for him to go back to work. It's frustrating when his version of a vacation is exactly that: not doing a damn thing. Literally. On my few and far between days off there seems like there's always something to do: cleaning, grocery shopping, there's always something. Must be nice to have someone else worry about those things so you are free to sit on your lazy ass all day playing with yourself and your controller.
A part of me is glad the holidays are over, a part of me is not. Because now it's back to the same old mundane routine of work, cook, clean, sleep, and so forth. Nothing really exciting to look forward to unless you count Harry Potter and Universal but September seems so far, far away.
But until then, there's only one thing left to do I guess.
I get weird on New Year's. I have to clean. Kind of a fresh start. Today I went through my dresser and closet and got rid of a bunch of crap I don't wear.
ReplyDeleteHusbands at home. ug My husband is retiring in August and though I am looking forward to it for his sake, I am not looking forward to it for my sake.