|A myriad of books and magazines waiting by my bedside; which one will get lucky tonight?|
Monday, November 15, 2010
Dear Peanut Butter Cups: We're through
Dear Reese's Peanut Butter Cups,
I am sorry but I am breaking up with you. Its not you, its me. You haven't changed; you are still the same delicious, dark, and smooth treat you have always been. But, like my past boyfriends, chocolate-covered raisins and Milk Duds, I have learned that you can have too much of a good thing. I should have told you from the start that I tend to rush into this kind of relationship. It always starts off slowly: we usually meet somewhere innocent enough, like the movies or a chance meeting at 7-11 and then we start seeing each other, first once a week and then twice a week and then you become a permanent fixture in my home and we meet every evening. Until, one night, without warning, I just snap out of it and realize that you just don't do it for me anymore. And you find yourself abandoned, banished to the bottom shelf of the pantry, where the rest of the unwanted snackfoods go to die: those last few Oreos that have long since gone stale, expired microwave popcorn, and a half-eaten bag of nacho chips waiting for me to realize that I made a big mistake when I broke up with guacamole over the summer...
Wipe away the tears, my friend...maybe one day we will meet again.
On a completely different note, I am in reading overload. My bedside table is turning into a buffet of text. And I am not sure what to read. Do I go for the magazines? The self help book? My friend, Andrea Dana's latest book, Starsitter? Stuart Mclean's The Vinyl Cafe Notebooks? Freedom by Jonathan Franzen? Truthfully, I am reading a little of each of these every night. Unlike my monogomous (yet mostly short-term) relationships with snackfoods, I find it hard to commit to just one book. Each one satisfies a different need for me. And unlike snackfoods, who I ultimately kick to the curb, the best books (and magazines...Vogue's September issue proves size does matter) always leave me wanting more...
P.S. Yes, I know I have not written about my running in a while. I am having trouble fitting it into my life right now. I feel guilty enough about it as it is, I don't need you rubbing it in, too. But if you must know, I did go running last week and it stunk! I thought I could run because it was so nice out but alas, at the first red light, 20 minutes into my run, my crappy asthma came back to haunt me and I was forced to powerwalk the rest of the way. Blah!