Time to Make the Donuts!

It was a loooooooooooong weekend and not in that “I just threw some things in my overnight and we had a spontaneous, romantic, three-day getaway! *giggle*” way. More like the spending way too much time looking for pretty distractions on Instagram while dealing with the most irritating tech issues ever and waiting for my man to get done with his 20 hours of unpaid overtime, way.

However, I learned tings; many, many tings.

  • A.) 45 is still popping Planter’s and the US (and world) may be in even more danger than a few days ago. (I know, still hard to fathom, but still true.)
  • B.) It is possible to fall out of love with one’s Samsung S7 immediately upon installing Android 7. (They call it Nougat, but there ain’t nothin’ sweet about it – although it is sticking in my craw!)
  • C.) A phone, tablet and laptop can all act unexpectedly screwy, for no apparent reason, on the same day, and then be A-OK for the same non-reasons on the next day.
  • D.) I buy button batteries, dog wipes and light bulbs with Amazon Prime when I’m bored.
  • E.) GIMP is *almost* really honking good.
  • F.) It is now apparently the universal civic duty of females the world over to idolize donuts and spend vast sums of money on bullet journaling supplies while performing some sort of unspoken tribute to the 1970s by surrounding themselves with “air plants” and going to macrame workshops. It’s weird. I was a kid in the 70s and I have to say that (other than rock ‘n’ roll and sitcoms about ‘real’ people; e.g. folks who weren’t blindingly white, suburban, and suspiciously calm,) air plants, donuts and macrame were some of the better things in that decade, so there’s that. But still, it’s weird. Trust me.

Another thing that’s weird is a crown-wearing cartoon donut mounted on a cupcake to assert its dominance as Princess of Pastries. But hey, it has chocolaty brush lettering floating over its ‘head’ and a really thin (call it a crumb-coat) snippet of food porn innuendo, so it’s all good. Really, look at it, you just might agree!

So, yes indeed, the fruits of my weekend amount to un-fruit-like snacks on t-shirts. Oh, but I did learn one more ting:

  • G.) After an unproductive, flat weekend, Mondays seem kind of cool. :)
  • BONUS: “Time To Make The Donuts” Dunkin’ Donuts commercial! https://youtu.be/petqFm94osQ
    BONUS BONUS, FUN FACT: In 2013 the Dunkin’ Donuts CFO decided it was time to focus on beverages instead of donuts. Whoever they paid for their market projections dropped the ball of dough on that one!

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    I judged you Amish.

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    SHIRTS NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE ON ZAZZLE

    Every now and again something that is considered ‘so random’ in common parlance comes down the pike and even though it’s not strictly “random” (you know, because it somehow relates to what’s going on at the time) it still feels really random. It makes you laugh. Then it makes you recollect. Then it makes you reminisce. Then it makes you hungry for the donuts that everyone in a local community Facebook group were going on and on about a few months back, but you now know you’ll never taste those praised “Amish-made” donuts because despite everyone’s absolute – obnoxious at times – devotion to those adored circles of fried dough, the shop went out of business.

    Then you get back to reminiscing.

    I was brought up in a family of campers. Most weekends and for several weeks out of the summer, we camped. Not roughing-it-in-a-tent (usually) camping, but roughing-it-in-a-canvas-roofed-trailer and years later, roughing-it-in-a-metal-roofed-trailer-that-actually-had-a-bathroom camping. It was fun. It was also in Somerset, PA (the canvas trailer) and in Clarks Mills, PA (the metal trailer). Both of these areas had higher populations of what I will respectfully call “Plain People” (because I’m not an expert on religious groups and I’m no more able to tell a Mennonite from an Amish by sight than I can a Presbyterian from a Methodist) than the Pittsburgh suburbs.

    I was a slightly odd child (and possible odder teen), so I always enjoyed slowing down to pass (or waiting to pass) a buggy. I have an inherent appreciation for simple and straightforward things, so the orange/red warning triangle on the buggy back was always an invitation to smile at strangers – something high speed doesn’t encourage – and take a good look at a horse. I’m not a “horse person” as such, but I do think they’re beautiful and recalling that I’ve ridden in two separate countries, on two separate continents, gives me a happy, satisfied feeling to be sure.

    Anywaywho, a week ago my dear family was having a get-together to celebrate my parents’ 53rd wedding anniversary. It was a lovely time – food, drink, sending my folks to Uniontown for a holiday (long story, don’t judge) and at one point there was a conversation going on – one of those charming little ‘side conversations’ that happens in kitchen doorways and on stairs – and for reasons that are lost to history (at least my memory’s version of history), one of my wonderful, lovable, hilarious nieces (I’m blessed with several) commented that she had judged someone Amish. I would love to relate the entire story, but I laughed so hard at her delivery that I just don’t remember it. I know there was some lighthearted remorse for the “judging” and a valid explanation why the judgement was made. But in true form, I’ve retained only enough of the occasion to keep chuckling about it to this day. And in true-yet-more-recent form, I’ve made a t-shirt art design thingy of it.

    WIPjenni Zazzle Hardworking Hipster Henley I judged you Amish

    Also on a Hardworking Hipster Henley!

    Off and on for one week I’ve been chuckling (sometimes even a full-blown chortle), being nostalgic for childhood family vacations and wondering if I should feel ashamed for regretting the missed opportunity to validate my suspicion that the glorified donuts didn’t have even a passing association with anything or anyone Amish. ;)

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