You should know by now, though, that I tend to go radio silent when things in my life get chaotic, stressful and twirly-in-a-bad-way. Sixish weeks with no posting at all? Yeah. Now, I know what you’re saying, blog. You’re saying “but you still VLOGGED every day. What’s up with that?”  To that I say, with a shrug, “I promised.”  If I had made the same promise to this blog (which I’m thinking about doing soon, just to keep it all even so you don’t get so jealous) I’d have been posting here too. But the thing is? I don’t stop blogging because I’ve run out of things to say. I stop blogging because I’ve got too much to say but just don’t know how or if I should say it. The thing I need to tell you today (and I hope you won’t be jealous, but I’m telling the vlog too), though, it needs to be said. And it should explain everything.

Today Will and I filed for Divorce.

And blog? That’s the first time I’ve actually used that word.

Yeah. The big D. My marriage? Finitamundo. All done. Well, you know, except for receiving a judgement which, because we are co-filing and agree on everything and applied to have our required 90-day waiting period waived, could be handed down as early as tomorrow. I’ll find out for sure on Friday when I call to check in on my case.

I know, blog, I know. You’re probably thinking “Wow! Bomb Drop! What HAPPENED?”  And the thing is, to you it probably does seem sudden and out of the blue. But to me–the radio silent one–it feels like it has been happening for a really long time.

I’ll tell you all about it in due time. For now, though, I need to let the vlog in on what’s going on.

Be patient, blog. Soon I’ll be posting here so often you won’t know what to do with me.

XOXO, Me.

Basically what I did was buy a couple of “beef stew” spice packets and follow the directions on the back.  Basically.  I used a pound and a half of stew meat, two packets of beef stew spices and then a crap ton of veggies and potatoes.  Mmmm.  Spuds.  I also only used four and a half cups of water which created this great gravy for me to dip my bread into after I fished eating the “body” of the stew.  Tonight my bread was a hamburger bun because I forgot to get better bread when I was at the store (after I searched all over for bread bowls I got distracted by the super awesome potato sale and forgot about getting any sort of thick rolls to go with the stew).

My stew/pot roast veggie collection is pretty standard: potatoes, carrots, celery and an onion.  Will has asked a few times that I add some variety to the veggies but I’m not sure where to start.  I wandered through the produce section at Fred Meyer this afternoon looking at all of the different vegetables and thinking “radishes? good idea? bad idea?  green beans? yes? no?  peppers? yay? nay?”  and in the end stuck with what I know.  I am contemplating tossing in some chunks of red and green pepper next time.

Have I mentioned that I’m falling a little bit in love with red and green peppers?  The more I use them the more I like them, which means that pretty soon I’ll be adding peppers to everything just to see how the taste will change.

In other news I spent the last couple of days doing laundry and today I discovered that Will’s super thick Columbia Sportswear pants do not lend themselves nicely to ironing.  Martha Stewart says that it is best to iron stuff while it is still a little bit damp so I decided to iron Will’s pants today after I pulled them out of the washer instead of just tossing them into the dryer or hanging them up to air dry and then ironing them later.  I was so smug.  I was all “look at me! I’m thinking ahead!  I am an ironing rock star!”

I should never think so highly of myself because? It only leads to disaster.  I spent almost an hour trying to iron the creases out of the Columbia Sportswear pants and you know what?  I think I ironed more creases into those mofos than out of them.  I finally gave up and decided to just let them air dry the rest of the way.  Will said he doesn’t care of those pants are wrinkly anyway since they aren’t really for dressing up.  His dress pants, however, were perfectly ironed in a matter of minutes…and then smashed into the closet with the rest of the clothes so I’ll probably just have to iron them again anyway.

Oh well, it’s good practice right?

So: what is your favorite stew for cold wintry nights?