First of all, a big “HI!” to you guys who stuck around waiting to see what’s going on here in my little crazy corner of the world. I hate when I follow a blogger for years and they suddenly disappear and I keep checking back to see what’s what and they never, ever show up again in Blogland. I’m so curious as to why they disappeared and so disappointed that I never find out.
That’s why I told you what’s what. Thanks for the welcome back, and your kind expressions of concern. You’re sweet- both of you.
So, I’ve been having weird cravings lately and it’s not all food-related.
I’m craving air. I’ve had this upper respiratory infection for a few days and all I do is cough and whine then cough some more because talking (and whining) brings on an attack. It’s all I can do to drag my butt to work and by the time I get there I’m wheezing and gasping for breath then I cough. What I’m NOT craving are cough drops… those things are disgusting and I’ve probably gained three pounds sucking on a mountain of them.
Now I know how Zombiegirl felt during an asthma attack. Yes, I do need to see a doctor, thanks for the recommendation.
Cravings are weird feelings. They’re all possessing and all consuming and sometimes you can’t function because you keep thinking about the object of your desire and won’t be satisfied until you eat/see/do/f*ck the thing(s) you want.
Foremost in my craving? Waffles. I. Do. Not. Know. Why. I’m not even a big waffle eater but I am craving those big, Belgium waffles, crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside, dripping with warm blueberry syrup. And whipped cream. Do not forget the whipped cream.
Another craving that fills my thoughts is butterscotch pudding. One of my co-workers got it yesterday afternoon in the cafeteria and now it’s all I can do to keep myself from going downstairs and buying the biggest freaking cup of butterscotch pudding. I’m going to have to make it this weekend just like my mom did…with a smiley face of M & M’s on top. The M & M’s would get cold from the refrigerator and the colors would start to leech into the surrounding pudding. Oh, and leave the pudding skin on, please. That’s the best part.
I’m craving a party. I scheduled our 2nd Annual Superfantastic,Totally Blinged-Out Awesome Sparkletini party for this past Saturday night and the response was lukewarm at best. Throw in me getting sick and Blizzard Nemo (when did they start naming storms? And Nemo? The little orange clownfish doesn’t bring images of snowstorms to mind…) and I realized this party wasn’t happening. I was looking forward to making all-pink martinis and serving Valentine’s Day sweets and getting together with some friends to drool over Eileen’s jewelry. I’ll reschedule for the spring. I need a party with some awesome people and lots of alcohol.
I’m craving my mom. With the onset of my (un)menopause and all the girlie trouble I’ve been going through, I miss talking to my mother. Dad’s been great, but I really don’t want to discuss blood clots and birth control with him. I’m sure he doesn’t want me to, either. Planning Beena’s wedding, going dress shopping with her (SHE SAID “YES” TO A DRESS!)- these are all things I would have gotten on the phone with her to dish about. This month especially since we just passed her 75th birthday and the anniversary of her passing, I really feel a hole in my heart because I can’t call her or talk to her or wish her a Happy Birthday. Sigh. As much as we fought or couldn’t stand each other sometimes, a girl needs her mom.
I’m craving a vacation. I’m working on our passports because I want to be ready at the drop of a dime to go somewhere. Turkey is the current destination of choice right now but I’d settle for the motel down the street at this point.
I’m craving pineapple. Fresh, juicy pineapple. Again, I have no idea why, I’ve just been obsessing over chunks of pineapple. Maybe I have scurvy.
I’m craving angry, loud, obnoxious music to drown out some of the depression that this time of year usually brings. Metallica, Slayer, Pantera…it’s all queued up on my Pandora station. Probably not the best type of music to listen to when you’re depressed, but my precious Zydeco and show tunes stations make me want to throw the phone through the window right now.
I’m craving salt. (Maybe I should see a doctor. There is probably have some kind of deficiency going on.) I put salt on practically everything lately. This morning I salted the butter on my bagel. Hypertension, here I come!
I’m craving companionship. A night out with a friend. A date with my husband. A little time spent with one of the kids. I feel like I’ve been stuck in a rut (on the couch) and not doing anything (sitting on the couch) and not socializing (I LOVE my couch!) at all. The wintery weather, me being sick and the world too busy to do anything has left me feeling lonely and craving human contact. I’ve left Facebook and the craziness it spews forth so now I feel that I don’t know what’s going on in the world. (Just the fact that I wrote that is pathetic, that I have to rely on a social network to socialize.) I’m going to try to get back to the old fashioned way of being friends- phone calls and a bottle of wine to gossip with.
Am I weird? What are you craving?
I started this post a week ago, so I’m breathing much better today. I firmly believe all the upper respiratory problems I’m having stems from the mold and crap I cleaned up at Dad’s house after Superstorm Sandy. Lovely.