Wannabe Martha

Still trying to figure out which Martha

Bon Jour

Well now, that was a nice long tantrum, wouldn’t you say?

No, there isn’t much here now, but I’m going back to menu planning – but differently; and by that I mean more reality-based.  See, my menus tended to be somewhat pie-in-the-sky; then when inevitably my actual life conflicted with my highfalutin menus, well, I’d get all angsty.  Even worse – I got jealous of my dear friends who posted lovely menus and actually cooked them.  You see how horrible I really am?  I’m jealous that people I like are cooking nice meals for their families.

For shame, Maevey!  For Shame!.

But I’m thinking things are a bit better now. Fall is here (kind of sad I crapped away Summer, but oh well…) and I’m feeling somewhat newly energized. I’ve been doing some hard-core reevaluations of life Chez Maeve et Filles and am making great strides on creating the life I actually want.  You know, put up or shut up kind of thing.

Basically, I want to get back to talking about the things I like – food, books, family craziness, etc.

And with that note, on the book front, for the last month have been catching up on the adventures of Mr. Harry Dresden, Wizard Extraordinaire; I’m up to Changes.  Anyway, yesterday some anticipatory anxiety began setting in:  what shall you read once you’re done with Skin Game?  Well, can you believe I’ve not read any of Lois McMaster Bujold’s Vorkosigan novels?  I can’t either.  What gives?  So they’re next.  Ok, they’re next after I catch up on Thomas Sniegoski’s Remy Chandler novels – newest one is out, A Deafening Silence in Heaven.  Plus I’m also hankering to read Susanna Kearsley’s Mariana.  (I read Splendour Falls last month and it was just wonderful, now I’m her newest fangurl.  Le Sigh).

OK, that’s all.