I know what you’re thinking, what the hell is she talking about and why? This can’t be good. Am I somewhat close? Let’s break it down. It’s Sunday and I like to cook. As of 3:30, I had dinner in the Crock Pot and two batches of muffins made. And I can thank my two friends, Wanda the Kitchen Aid and Percocet.
Don’t worry, I don’t normally take pills on Sunday just to pass the time. And Percocet isn’t really a friend. More of an acquaintance. I’ll spare you all the details, but let’s just say that sometimes once a month I need them to deal with my pain. Ever since my ectopic, I have extremely painful cramps that radiate down my right side into my thighs. Nothing else was working today, so I gave the old P-pills a whirl. They worked. And they also got me in the mood to bake. Again. And truthfully, baking was the only thing that kept my mind off how whacked out I felt.
Since I’ve put in notice and am quitting my job, I’ve started to really like cooking for my co-workers. Derek accused me of trying to make them fat before I leave. Maybe, but I don’t think that’s my motive. I feel a slight pang of guilt and definite survivor’s remorse. My cookies, banana bread, and muffins are the least I can do.
So, I made some chocolate macaroon and ginger pear muffins. I found these two recipes in my Food Network magazine. They featured 50 muffin recipes in a little pull-out booklet thing. If you’d like the recipes, they’re on their website. I’m being lazy, I know.
I still have no taste buds, so I couldn’t tell you what I think of them. Derek said they were awesome (but he usually says that about almost everything I make)!
Yes, you did read that right.. I am quitting my job and getting out of the profession. I will be Miss Gingrich for only four more days. After that, I will be re-entering the corporate world of office drama, tight hamstrings, and cubicles and will be a mortgage underwriter for Wells Fargo. It’s a long story and I do intend to blog about it, but I’m just not ready to now. This is going to be a long and emotional week and I’d rather save my words until I am feeling them. I tend to write better when I am in the zone. If that makes any sense. But what I will say is that the reason I am doing it is for these two nuggets right here…
I want to create a better life for my family with more money and by regaining my mental well-being. It’s time.
Have a wonderful start of the week.
P.S. A blog name change will be coming soon too. Lots of changes, my friends!