Me, in a nutshell...or a cupcake wrapper

It has been brought to my attention that my blog doesn't tell anyone anything about me, per se. I guess that's because there isn't really anything new to report. I'm kind of in maintenance mode at the moment. I'm still at my parents' house, still going to group therapy twice a week, still spending a lot of time at the Humane Society, stuff like that. I'm moving in the direction of getting my own apartment, but that probably won't be unil the new year, and I'm planning to move back to the Twin Cities in the summer. Hopefully I'll be starting at Hennepin Tech in the fall, but I'm not ready to say that is absolutely definite yet. My kitty is still fat, and I still watch way too much TV. Other than that, I'm just working toward becoming as independent as possible. Sometimes it feels like I'll never get there, but I know I will.

In other news, my godson Cory got a D on his report card. It may seem an odd thing to tell you, especially since some of you have never even met him, but I'm hoping that the more public embarrassment he suffers, the less likely he will be to repeat this feat. He is a smart kid, and anyone who has ever talked to him for five minutes knows he can do better than a D. I love him to pieces, but he's got to realize that no self-respecting nerd would get a D in anything other than gym. Or maybe art. But this D was in literature, which isn't cool. So send out your horrified vibes to him, because apparently he needs a swift kick in the work ethic. Thank you for listening. TTFN!!!


All grown up?

Am I? I certainly don't feel like it most of the time. I'm not sure if it's because I'm still living at home, or because I still haven't matriculated, or because I'm not married and have zero kids, or most likely a combination of all of the above. Whatever the reason, I find myself questioning what it really means to be a "grownup". Does it involve mortgages, or 401k's, or is it something more intangible? I know some people with mortgages who are very immature, and some people just out of college who act much older than I think they should. Regardless, I don't know if I even want to be a "grownup". It sounds boring. Does anyone really enjoy being a "grownup"?



I don't feel like blogging, so here's a recipe:

Fudgy Buttermilk Salad

1 c. buttermilk
1 3oz. pkg. vanilla instant pudding
1 8 oz. carton Cool Whip
1 20 oz. can crushed pineapple (drained)
1 20 oz. can mandarin oranges (drained)*
1 11.5 oz. pkg. fudge stripe cookies

Combine buttermilk, pudding & cool whip. Stir well. Mix in pineapple & oranges. Refrigerate. Before serving mix in crumbled cookies.

*If you can't find a 20 oz. can of mandarin oranges, you can use two 11 oz. cans.