Things to ruminate about this beautiful, CHILLY, Sunday morn.

First:

What a delicious, outstandingly yummy breakfast!  Holy Toledo Batman.  I was going to take a picture for you all, but the eggs weren’t cooking that fast and it was necessary to flip them under the sweet potato/pancetta hash, so as a consequence, it didn’t end up looking all pretty like the picture in the book.  (Which, the DH felt compelled to point out, yet once again, was likely taken by a professional food photographer and seriously primped and pampered and whatnot to look as it does.  In the picture that is.  Geez, add that to the list of morning ruminations–makeup and hairspray for eggs???  The things my mind strays to.)

Anyway.  We had a sundried tomato sweet potato pancetta hash with sunny side up eggs garnished with fresh basil.  It was delish!  Recipe courtesy of The Paleo Kitchen by Juli Bauer and George Bryant.  OMG it was so good.

In case it wasn’t evident in the above paragraph, we’re changing it up a bit around here.  Goin’ all caveman and such.  More on that later, but let me tell you–we are exploring some fan-damn-tastic food.  I’ll try to improve my food photography skills so I can share the results with you!

Moving right along with the morning ruminations:

I had heard this over the last two weeks, but then again yesterday and I thought how utterly shameful.  (The numbers might be a bit off as I was trying to navigate the blowing snow and ice and stay in the middle of the unplowed highway early yesterday morning on the way to work and couldn’t wholly concentrate on the radio commentator.  But you’ll get the picture I’m trying to paint I’m sure.)  Roughly 2 out of 3 registered voters DIDN’T vote two weeks ago.  Two out of three!!!!!!!!  Doing the math that leaves only 1 out of 3 voters voted.  ONE!  Out of three!  And so the election for the country was decided by just 33.3% of the electorate.  How on Allah’s green earth does that constitute anything close to a “mandate?”  Mandate being the Republican’s new favorite word.  As in them thinking they were handed a mandate by the people of this country to plow ahead with their agenda.  Sorry sonny.  I don’t think so.  Now before you get all hot and bothered thinking I’m hatin’ on the Repubs, I’ve got my own beef with the Democrats.  Cause I’m pretty darn sure a lot of those 66.6% that DIDN’T vote were what could be considered “those goll-durned libruls.”  What a state we’re in now.  Sheesh.  Makes a girl just want to curl up with some Walking Dead episodes!

On those Repubs in Congress getting all high and mighty:

How are they going to square this circle?  Mitch McConnell (as the new powerful dude in the Senate): “There will be no gubmint shutdown.”  John Boehner (as the continuing, kind of powerful dude in the House):  “ALL options are on the table.”  Stay tuned folks.  It’s going to get all LOONY Tunes soon.  Yippee.

On the weather:

Lord love a duck.  What in the world can I say about this?  It’s cold.  Now that was eloquent and verbose.  I just don’t know how to make it any prettier than that.  It’s flipping cold.  How’s that?  Or you could just add your own adjective in there and create your own version.  Whatever.  It’s cold.  And I’m not really sure how this happened, but all of a sudden it’s winter.  And it totally snuck up on me and I can’t figure out why.  It’s not like I didn’t know it was September, then October and finally November.  I mean, I flipped the calendar pages.  So I was sort of present.  Not stuck in a coma somewhere.  And I know the fall was sort of chilly.  I put the shorts and sunscreen and bug spray away.  I remember that.  But the play snow clothes are too small.  And I don’t have a spare pair of snow boots for the travel bag in the car.  And the pots of plants (the dead ones, I know I already mentioned this) were still on the porch.  So what happened?  I’m so mystified by this.  Now I’m planning Thanksgiving dishes??  And trying to finish the Christmas shopping.  Man, talk about a time warp.  I seriously hope this is not just due to me getting old.  Maybe there was a wrinkle in the force or something.

And finally:

The price of oil is the lowest in the last 4 years and I’m still paying more per gallon of gas in Wyoming than the national average.  Go figure.  And the radio keeps talking about how bad this is for the oil producers here in Wyoming.  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Look people.  You can’t have this both ways.  You can’t bitch at the president because the price per gallon of gas is higher than it was last election year and then bitch about the price of oil going down that’s going to hurt the big companies’ bottom lines.  Either we celebrate lower prices at the pump for all of us little guys, or we celebrate the massive profits made by the oil producers (which don’t REALLY benefit any of us little guys).  (And don’t even get me started on the good ol’ “Trickle Down Theory of Economics” that NEVER, EVER, EVER, NEVER worked.  And will NEVER, EVER, EVER, NEVER, EVER…EVER work.  Not in a million, bazillion years.  Thank you so much RR for this piece of malarkey.)

I better stop ruminating now.  The coffee is almost gone.  The floor needs to be swept.  The darling diva of a daughter needs to be looked in on.  There’s more swirling around up there in the cranium, but life needs to be lived.

Blessings be!

 

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
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One Response to Things to ruminate about this beautiful, CHILLY, Sunday morn.

  1. barbara coyle says:

    loved your post as usual ….’tis a bit early for this weather…

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