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Abby’s Ark

Considering I’m pretty much a minimalist when it comes to everything in my life—save for words, as my rambles demonstrate—it will come as no surprise that the chances of me appearing on “Hoarders” are about as likely as me appearing on “The Bachelorette.”

But with that said, I often feel the need to have at least two of the same things around. Not so I can use both of them at the same time, but so I know that if something happens to the first one, I won’t be left without.

Because of course, anything that could produce even a minor inconvenience should be avoided at all costs.

For example, I have two Hot Shots. If you don’t know what a Hot Shot is, then you haven’t really lived life to the fullest. When your “happy time” revolves around tea every day, this thing lets you heat up water in less than a minute.


I bought the first one at Target a couple of years ago and then they stopped carrying them. My mom realized the gravity of this situation and ordered one for me online as a surprise almost a year ago. I haven’t had to use it yet, but it’s waiting in my pantry.

My pantry also has a backup vegetable/rice steamer that I ordered six months ago when I feared mine was on the fritz (as I use mine at least twice a day), a backup toaster, an extra case of my tea, etc. And I don’t think I have to say that when it comes to food, you will never open up my fridge to find an absence of any of my staples.

But I do have only one fridge.

I will buy a new stick of deodorant, but use the old one until the container scrapes the inside of my armpits. I will squeeze every last drop of a $1.99-tube of toothpaste like it cost me $20. I would use a tube of chapstick until the plastic hurts my lips, but I still maintain that anyone who can keep a tube of chapstick around until it’s gone without losing it is some sort of genius.

Newsflash: I am not a genius, as evidenced by the fact that I read a to-do list note to “clean stove” as “clean Steve” the other day.

Anyway, when it comes to blogging, I continue this doubled-up pattern of neurosis. I like to have another post “waiting in the wings” before I publish one so that I can a) not stress that I have no new ideas or b) hurry up and publish something new if my last post sucked.

My brain doesn’t always let things work out that way—see “I am not a genius” above—but I work with what I have.

And what I have is a veritable Abby’s Ark of things I just can’t be without. Well, I don’t have an extra car or phone or computer, but I do have an extra Hot Shot and vegetable steamer, and sometimes that’s all that I need.

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Pin-Up Girls and Giving Thanks

This time of year we all give thanks

For blessings small and big,

I’m thankful for my family,

Good food and my work  gig.

But things don’t always get the love,

I feel that they deserved,

Those things that keep me happy

On those days I come unnerved.

So instead of taking out my angst

By working out too much,

I’m once again presenting you

With rhyming crap and such.


I’m thankful plain Greek yogurt has

a presence in my fridge,


As even if it costs too much,

Abstaining’s sacrilege.

I’m thankful for the job I have,

Although some days it sucks,

Writing this and fixing that

For other lazy…people.

I’m thankful for my pots and pans,

although I rarely “cook.”


But chickpeas, rice and veggies here

is all it really took.

I’m thankful for my morning tea,

that helps to get things moving,


(Although no one will say it,

a good movement’s mood improving.)

I’m thankful grocery clerks nearby,

All know me by my face.

As apparently I stop there

More than any other place.

I’m thankful that somebody makes

a frozen pizza right,


Along with pumpkin and tahini oats,

(I could eat this every night.)


And I might. Don’t judge.


I’m thankful for the bloggers that

I’ve met throughout the years,

We shared some food, some thoughts, some jokes

and also shared some tears.

Cancer’s probably touched us all

the breadth of it  is sad,


But this calendar will donate funds,

in memory of Deb’s dad.

I pretend to smoke asparagus

and look like a cartoon,


but was thankful for the chance to help

and hope you order soon!

(Seriously. Go check out her post and all the Blogger Babes—they are fabulous, especially Smoothie Girl herself.)

I’m also glad I took time,

To try and be amusing.

Instead of fighting mental wars,

I sometimes end up losing.

But I’m also thankful there are days

When honesty means more.

You all help me face the struggles that

I normally ignore.

(That’s as sappy as I’ll ever be,

let’s end this thing with more of “me.”)

All in all…

I’m thankful that I have the chance

To blog here any day.

Cause even if I’m full of shit,

You read it anyway.

And for that, I am truly thankful.

What are you thankful for?