a tasty morsel

The clock struck 12, countries across the world threw lavish celebrations, Y2K didn’t kill our computers or our microwaves, but wait… one thing was missing.  Since I was a child, the year 2000 had always been portrayed with form fitting outfits and flying cars.  The skinny jeans came on the scene (much to my and my hips’ dismay), but where was our flying car?

Alas, it is here. Put on your onesies, we’re going on a road/air trip!

Remember how my arms were burning?  Well around that time, I started having these weird, warm feelings in my legs and sharp zaps of pain in my back.  I ended up going to the doctor whom recommended that I see a neurologist.

So today I go to the neurologist, and she asked if I had done anything strenuous lately.  I told her that I recently started working out, and she said, “Oh” as she rolled her eyes. Then she felt my leg and said something to the effect of how there’s not a lot of firm muscle there. And then she said that I needed to remember that I’m not twenty anymore… as if I’m 70 or something (I’m only 64).

But she made up for it.  You wanna know how? She wrote me a prescription.  Guess what it’s for? No, not vicodin. No, sorry, not percocet.  She wrote me a prescription for a massage every two weeks for 2 months!!  That’s what I call a good doctor.

Dear Many of You and Last Year’s Me,

As you know, yesterday was the Daylight Savings Day time change.  You know, because you’re whining.  I know you know, because I can hear you.

It’s an hour of sleep… something you lose with too much coffee or on a good news high or over “I can beat ‘18 and Life’ on expert, just one more try!”  You lose one when you go to Florida, but I don’t hear you whining then.  So might I suggest you listen to some “Welcome to Miami” and get over it.

Take care-

Janelle

p.s. - Last Year’s Me - Good news!  You make it a whole other year!

I’ve been getting up before work to workout, and I’ve recently discovered the OnDemand exercise section on digital cable.  One of the options is Jillian Michael’s 30 Day Shred. I’m not the most fit person in the world, but good grief it is ridiculous. It’s half cardio, half strength, half mixture of them both in one move.  That’s right - it’s 1 and a half.  That’s how intense it is.

I got done with working out this morning, and my arms were so done with me that they asked me to leave the body. At least that’s what I assume happened since they were pretty much useless to me after that.  I was trying to put my makeup on and I had to bring my face to my hand. I looked like I was getting ready for the ball of the bell tower.

I’m hoping that my arms won’t leave me for good. I’ll never be able to wear vests again! I don’t wear them now, but still.

Silly, silly me.  Yesterday, I thought that the most important thing about today is that it is Texas Day. I can’t believe I so ignorantly forgot. Today, my friends, is the 1 year blogaversary of A Tasty Morsel. 1 year of thoughts, hijinks, videos and meaningless tidbits. It’s not a national or state holiday yet, but give it a year or two.  If you have influence with holiday makers, I’d request that pinatas be made a part of the customary celebration.

Let’s take a quick look back, shall we?

The beginning

Break up cheerleaders

In A Spell

Stick!!

R.I.P. Stick

Hair/Angst Chart

So thanks to those that have been here since the first bite, to those that tasted later and to those that are inviting others to eat.  I mean, I am a little disappointed that you didn’t remember (or fix your hair accordingly), but whatever.

For 91% of the United States population, March 2nd is just another day.  There’s a percent that were born/married/lost their virginity/lost their mind on that day. The other 8% lives in the Lone Star State. March 2nd is Texas Independence Day…. the day we gained “A whole other country”… the day Mexico lost most of its face.

(little known fact that the Baja Peninsula is actually a rat tail)

So the other night, I entertained my friends’ inflated sense of Texas pride (not inflated in comparisson to other Texans, just to sane people) by attending a Texas Independence Day party. In order to get fully into the part, I came with Texas hair.

Have a happy Texas Day!!