Considerin'

I'm a champion navel gazer. Really. I know, you're surprised.

I think way too much. I chew on an issue until all the flavor is out of it, then I stick it in my hair. (I'm trying to remember what movie that comes from ?)

What might surprise you is that I'm not much one for New Year's Resolutions. I usually make something half-hearted and silly . . . like to have a hot Krispy Kreme donut (you should have one, or a dozen, if you haven't . . . it really is an experience). Maybe wear more comfortable shoes or stop flippin' people off so much.

But, after years of the hot krispy kreme thing and then our friend WS Random getting tired of me saying it and kidnapping us late one night, driving over to the next town and buying us hot krispy kremes . . . I've been kinda at a loss as to what my next resolution should be. I think one year it was to make room in my liquor cabinet. With the margarita machine, that is being accomplished as we speak.

The Phenom has made a suggestion. I have been accused of actively hating a specific person with each blog entry I write. I suspect, truth be told, the fact I breathe is interpreted as actively hating as well. Anyway, Phenom has suggested that I stop actively hating on this person each time I write about my experiences, interactions with humans, or post recipes. Because nothing says unadulterated hatred like a recipe for gumbo.

I know you were completely unaware of the hatred and open hostility every one of my previous posts contained. But, what self respecting blog is without subtext . . . especially unintentional subtext? But, more importantly to you . . . would the cherry/chocolate/almond clusters be nearly as satisfying if, say, the recipe were just that . . . just a recipe? I didn't think so.