It’s time to taste the wasabi. Get things moving along, motivated by the sting of spicy that burns. Bambi’s father wants you to get up off the ground before the fire chases you down. You are faster than this. Mufasa knew you are more than what you have become. You are better than this. Shang needs you to get down to business to defeat the Huns. You are stronger than this.
It’s time to taste the wasabi. Try something new. Be daring. Be bold. Be brave. Not yolo brave. Not that foolishness. That kind of brave will only get you into more trouble. You don’t want no beef. With anyone. Or anything. Make Mark Twain proud if he is the one who said that famous quote that everyone attributes to him or Abraham Lincoln. Spoiler alert: neither one said that quote.
It’s time to taste the wasabi. The taste has been acquired. You can let gravity do the work now and take you down the other side of the hill. You are almost there. The band aid can come off now. No squirrels in sight. The last rose petal has fallen just as Belle is able to turn you back into who you really are. Finally get that haircut and leave the tower that has held you back from living. The shoe fits and it has never felt better to be yourself again.
It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these, but I just had some really good pizza and I want to share. I finally tried Casey’s pizza. I say finally because it’s been a few years now since I’ve heard on repeat that Casey’s pizza is really good from co-workers and friends. I can’t tell you why I haven’t tried it out until now, but I can tell you what made me suddenly pick it up this weekend.
Casey’s pizza is gas station pizza. You wouldn’t expect pizza that you can pick up from a gas station to taste so good, but one of my co-workers from a while ago was right. This pizza, seemingly more simple than the ones you can get at Pizza Hut or Domino’s or Papa John’s, actually tastes not only better, but pretty good. I hate to say this, but I went in with low expectations since experiences usually turn out better when I do that and when I did, the pizza turned out to taste a lot better than I thought it would. I’m always afraid of the overhype. Too many “it’s so good” comments turns me off once I really try whatever is “so good.”
First of all, whenever I order a pizza, or anything, for that matter, I make sure I get meat. I got the sausage pizza and it actually costs more if you wanted a veggie pizza. Most pizza places charge a base price and then $1.00 or so more for every extra topping that you want. Casey’s charges $11.99 for a base price and that’s cheaper than those chain places I just named. When I showed up to pick up my pizza, there was a lady making it by hand. The box says the dough is made from scratch and the mozzarella cheese used is made from whole milk. I believe it. This makes the difference in taste as compared to other pizzas I have tried in the U.S. I like this one better than even Costco’s pizza, which I had originally ranked the highest that I have had so far in the U.S.
Getting me to try this pizza is all in how you sell it to me. The last person I talked to about this pizza was just a couple of weeks ago who also happened to be a co-worker and this particular co-worker got me to try it because of two reasons. One, I’ve tried something else this co-worker recommended and it turned out really well. Two, this co-worker is in sales. That’s what it took to get me to try and I’m certain I will be going back for more. Casey’s is a cheaper alternative that tastes better. It’s a no-brainer for me whenever I have a pizza craving.
Madeline Miller is my new favorite author. She makes me want to take a Classics class. I don’t even know what that class is officially called, but anything that has to do with Greek gods and I am in. From Circe I have learned the Greek gods are more like humans than we can imagine, but things like kindness and friendship is not something they are familiar with. And I hate to say this, but I think I have more in common with Circe than I’d like to admit because of who she is and what happens to her.
Getting exiled to an island due to transforming your sister into a six-headed monster is not my idea of a good time, but as a crazy writer introvert, I can relate to her life on the island in a weird way. Ever since my pre-teens I have dreamed of being on an island with no rules and being able to bring anyone on it as I like and if I had a boyfriend, do anything with him that I wanted and anything he wanted. Circe may be considered a witch, but there must be something therapeutic in working on her potions and spells and using different herbs and such like I find in writing or reading. She fell in love with the wrong man at the beginning of her journey and that caused her to not desire a commitment. I can understand that.
When men came to her island to rape her, she started turning all of them into what they are: pigs. While I cannot relate to that, I can understand why she would want to do that. In a world where women were devalued and not in control of anything, Circe was able to take control of her own life on her island and even find peace in being alone. She knew in her exile that she must still find a way to make things right with Scylla, her sister she turned into a monster, which is why she went in the end to find her. Things did not turn out the way she wanted, but she found the understanding she craved in Telemachus, Penelope’s son with Odysseus.
I admire Circe for her strength and independence. She may not do everything right, but she knew how to make the best of every situation throughout all her wild adventures. She also didn’t get everything she wanted, but she did get the understanding she desperately needed in the end. Isn’t that all we are ever asking for?
September 15, 2018 – Nerdy 30s Ladies of KC – I went into this thinking I was going to get your typical café experience: one where you order a latte and a pastry and then sit down to a nice conversation with your friends. I was not prepared for what actually happened that day.
I saw some familiar faces, but I met many new ladies as well. One stood out in particular for her strong-willed nature. I admired her strength when it comes to making big life decisions in the realm of changing careers. I think personalities like this makes me feel motivated in my life to go for it in situations where I’m a little more scared or hesitant to put one foot in front of the other. I like this kind of inspiration, the kind that pushes me.
I can’t remember what kind of doctored up coffee drink I got, but I do remember the kangaroo meat I tried. I definitely did not wake up that morning thinking I would try an Australian delicacy. But while ordering my drink, here it was in the window, enticing me to try it. So I did. And boy did it taste gamy. I will never have it again I’m sure, but at least I have given it a try. I wonder if it basically tastes like deer meat? I guess there’s only one way to find out…