burnt breakfast

This entry started out as part of MY FUN LIFE. I have been wanting a grill pan for my stovetop for some time now. Before the holidays, we found a basic cast iron model and bought it. I'm always finding good things for myself around the holidays. With house guests here this morning, I thought it was the perfect opportunity for homemade stovetop griddle pancakes. Yum and fun. Well... not so much. As you can see, they were either burnt crispy black or doughy raw. I LOVE making a big fun breakfast on the weekends with house guests; but today turned south. "Would you like the burnt crispy black kind or soft doughy raw?". argh.

Menstrual cramps

What could possibly be fun about menstrual cramps? I woke up this morning with some serious kickers. Why does this time in every girl's life have to be so painful and messy? Where's the RED TENT where I can go and be comforted by all the women in my life and not feel the least bit odd, conflicted or harassed with what's going on inside and outside of me? Pain distracts from everything good. This pain draws me inside from all that I want to be and be with. It's a forced sabbatical. Right now, I'd rather check the "opt out of" box, thank you.