Saturday, March 13, 2010

Wuz at 500-sumthin...Then came chikkin 'n alky-hawl...

I feel like reading (and have been reading) but instead I'll write (because I'm a comment whore and I apparently want/need to know that people care about what I have to say FAR more than I'd like to admit)... 'cept I did just admit it...Know why?

Uh, cuz it's YOU guys...and I admit everything to you.

Just like I'm about to admit failure...here...right now...

...after this brief message from the sponsor of my giggles tonight:

video

Ah, so the cuteness. It made me happy again, watching that. I no longer feel like confessing/complaining about how I made fried chicken and mashed potatoes for the bf tonight and consumed just enough to effectively zap me up from a very nice little daily total of 550 to over 1000... Seeing that number on my little post-it note of daily calculations sent me straight over the edge...No, I didn't binge, but I did take a few more spoonfuls of mashed taters (ha! COUNTRY!) and I c/s'd some more chicken...and now I'm having a HUGE screwdriver. Still won't go over 1,500 for the day, but it feels pretty fail. Having starved in dizziness and weakness all day long, and all week long (that muscle fatigue is somethin' else, isn't it?), I figured that I couldn't POSSIBLY weigh more tomorrow...but now? Very possible.

Anyway... I'm sorry that this isn't a very uplifting blog entry. Like I said, more in a reading mood than anything. It's a good thing, too, because it's time to read bedtime stories to the little one (one of my very favorite parts of my existence) so I'm off to do that. Haha, yes, we went to the library today and I caught sight of THIS gem on a random shelf:



Thought you gals might enjoy that.

Okay, so little B just accidentally spilled (is a spill ever intentional? Food for thought...) a glass of water all over K's nightstand where there're lots of electronics underneath...Of course she started crying out of remorse and shock and just because she's 3 and tired...but rather than get onto her, I thought to switch it up a little, to see how it affected her:

"Wow, babygirl, that wasn't fun, huh? Maybe K and Mommy should be more careful about where they put their drinks, huh? Cuz you're only 3 and you can't be expected to know all of this stuff, can you? You try so hard..." Haha, I was crooning most of this to her with K in mind, as he sopped up water from the carpet with a dirty dishtowel. He laughed...only a little. Yes, I'm trying to introduce fatherly tolerance sloooowly... Gradual-like. Shh. Don't tell him. It's a secret.

I'm being beckoned. It's story time. Love you all! Hope you're well.
<3

8 comments:

  1. Thank you so much for your comment. It really made me smile from ear to ear.
    I used to read Andy Griffiths books in school :) always got the class giggling haha :)
    Many many hugs xoxoxo

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  2. Aww! Your baby is awwwwdorawwwble, and makes me croon to my pudgy fluff of food-love, because in so many respsects I totally want a baby that I can be like that with... Oh yes indeed.

    Screwdrivers are marvelous. If there was any alcohol in this house, I'd most definitely treat myself to one.. but alas, it's 12:30am and my parents are snoring away, and there is no alcohol in this haus.

    The Day My Butt Went Psycho... about sums it up. That's a daily reminder of What Not To Do. Hahaha

    And, um, we may very well be from the same Nowhere-ville you speak of. Because, uh, that fradd shikken is, lak, staple.

    Mm-hmm.

    PS: Adam Sanberg=Coolest Rapper Dude on planet.
    Natalie Portman=Coolest Rapper Dudette on planet.

    PPS: Youtube is amazing.

    Peace&Love&HappyHappyJoyJoy!

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  3. I love the fact that you're a mum!!!!
    I'm not one who loves children but I adore people who CAN be good mums and you're obviously one of them. the little one seems lovely too!
    Oh bed time stories ... That's one of the things i miss most from my time as an au pair in england. Maybe we could swap for a day? Let me read a bedtime story? haha. Silly, huh?
    I think there is a chance that you might not have gained weight after all. To me it doesn't sound like a huuuuuuuuuuuge fail.
    Also: your last commment! Thank you! You always seem really motivated and when you say this time it's for real I believe you. You seem very grown up and like you know what you're doing so I'm pretty sure you'll trick the scales soon enough.
    I find it very confusing, too, those numbers and your pictures. They don't belong together. You look like a 110 lbs body.
    But your comment motivated me so much that I ran downstairs -immediately too!- even though I try to avoid the french host monster as much as possible! - only to tell her that I won't be having lunch with them today. Was quite a disaster, let me tell you. She won't allow it. But I thought about you and smiled and now I reeeeeeeeally want to say thank you because I was pretty convinced I wouldn't get out of this today. :) Thank you!!!
    And you're right, it did take a toll on me, but of course it would be better to be on my own now, not with a bunch of classmates and a french dragon watching over me. But at least i'm "in that zone" again. Haha.
    Lots of love!

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  4. know where i can get a copy of 'the day my but went psycho'? i need to carry it around. or maybe just tape it to my butt, since that seems to be every day 'round here. your posts make me smile 99% of the time. the other 1% i'm in too foul a mood to admit i exist.

    b is precious. i bet she loves having you for a mom. good luck father-tizing k!
    <3

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  5. The Day My Butt Went Psycho. I'm pretty sure I need a copy of that book!

    Nice job handling B's spill. Little kids always take things like that to heart, so it's important not to be too hard on them :) Nicely done!

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  6. Eternal Love
    Grab hold of the utmost love,
    gaze upon its eternity.
    Passionate images enclose you in a dream.
    Choosing illusion over reality.
    Dreams over life.
    Pleasure over freedom.
    Your desires take hold where you're sheltered.
    Only to get a glimpse of a healing wish.
    Leaving unheard echoes behind.
    Waiting for the miracle that will embrace your soul.
    You're touched by the unblemished angel.
    Your ambitious heart is betrayed, lost and wretched.
    Invisible to the eye,
    controlling over your mind,
    Precious memories will stay at ease.
    Intertwined into a collapsed promise.
    Only to remember your unconditional determination.
    So the fragile body has warmth.

    http://forbiddenregrets.blogspot.com

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  8. This is by far my favorite post by you today (sometimes you make two and then it is a toss up). Cant wait for your best one tomorrow.

    Kay, from one comment whore to another, do your edit your posts a billion times to get it just right, or is that just me?

    I become borderline ocd when it comes to blogging. I should make a draft a month in advance just so I can get my point across in English, not my native language... psycho-slut-pottymouth-genius.

    Which, btw, you have the amazing knack for deciphering. Not saying anything by that, just saying.

    Now your sponsor, is she a new member of the Chipmunks? Or did you just speed it up to make it sound so fricken cute?

    Oh, and woman... No IM. None. Sorry. Don't even have it installed on my new computer. Just email me. pixelzen@gmail.com
    Uh, I just realized I actually do get a lot of spam. If you send me one, use a code word like "sausagewallet" in the subject line so I know it's from you. heh heh heh

    Much loves,
    zen

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