Atlanta has been snowed in since Sunday night. A layer of snow fell Sunday night and then sleet and freezing rain sealed it in Monday morning. At 5:30 A.M. Monday morning, Sean and I went outside and built a snowman,
walked around our apartment complex, including a trip to the river,
and came inside to find both our workplaces were closed for the day. After a warm breakfast eaten while sitting in front of the TV watching the news, I decided to bake some apple bread. I’ll put the recipe in the Food I’m Eating section.
I took the mandatory nap that comes with a day off and tried to figure out how to take better pictures with my really expensive camera that I have just always used on easy mode. The result… a lot of cat pictures.
Sean and I went on another walk, this time crunching through the ice layer that had frozen on top of the snow. I built another snowman out by my apartment complex’s pond, then someone smashed him into the ground (jerks!).
Snow day number one is always fun.
Yesterday, we tried to venture out because by the end of snow day number 2, I was coming down with a serious case of cabin fever. However, the roads were less than ideal, and we slid around, barely going anywhere above 30 mph. That, and everywhere was closed. No bank, so I couldn’t get quarters to do laundry. No Publix or Kroger, so I couldn’t get the ingredients to bake more food. No Target, so I couldn’t get board games or anything.
Last night, temperatures got below freezing, so any hope of the snow melting was just frozen when the sun went down. Today, snow day 3, we tried to go out again and got stuck on a hill, quickly going back to the apartment.
I feel like I’m ready to get out of here, but I don’t really want to go to work.
Meanwhile, one of my friends, Erin Penrod, turned me on to a blog called Pioneer Woman, where one woman who was all Starbucks and High Heels, married a cowboy and is now homeschooling and wearing cowboy boots. It seems like such an interesting life, and her blog has everything from recipes, to home and gardening ideas, to homeschooling help. The recipe section is still the only part that really applies to me. But I still am a little jealous that this woman is capitalizing off her lifestyle. She’s writing books from cookbooks, to love stories (novels), to children’s books.
I know I’m young, but it makes me feel like my life is no where close to where I want it to be. I’m doing nothing close to what I want to be doing.
Maybe it’s the combination of the sitting at home with a complete lack of outlets (the YMCA is closed and I haven’t worked out since Sunday, tiny at-home workouts don’t count) and my disillusionment with my job. I just feel like I don’t interact with people at my job, and I’m at such a distance that I don’t feel like I’m actually helping anyway.
I wish I had a life worthy of blogging about and one that garnered people who were interested enough to buy my books and take my advice. So far, I feel like just another cog in the wheel.