Thursday, December 21, 2023

Roll Back to Kitchen. 12/21/23

 When we first moved, I was so close to pre-baby weight. Sadly, I have come roaring back with a vengeance with an insatiable sweet tooth. Coincidentally, Boop's favorite saying these days is "Mommy, can I have cookie?" To which I am supposed to respond, "No Diabeto, roll back to kitchen." It's an excerpt from the Family Guy. Maybe I'm Diabeto, and I need to *stop* rolling into the kitchen. Boop still has a very limited list of foods that she will eat. She is nearly as tall as me but really thin. I am pretty sure that there are a few extra pounds floating around, and if you lose them, someone else gets them. So, I think I have captured all of her weight, which is probably true, as I end up eating the things that she won't. I just can't be bothered with my weight before Christmas. After Christmas, there will be a reckoning, and it has to be gone before our trip to Costa Rica this summer. 


I don't get the fascination with 0.5x, either!

Until that time, I wish you a joyous and gluttonous Christmas, whether it be hunkering down from the snow, enjoying the beach on the other side of the world, or somewhere in between, as in our current locale. Maybe I'll see you in the New Year? Stranger things have happened, and even stranger things usually happen to me.  

Tuesday, September 19, 2023

Guess what? Chicken butt. 9/19/23

A bus just passed by our house. Pup is frantic, "Why aren't you opening the door for my little girl?" I'm pretty mean, but seriously pup, I would let the child in the door if she were here. Boop stayed after for band. I guess I will bring pup along to pick up her little girl in a few minutes. I'm still feeling the effects of a weekend music fest. No booze, just got a vague contact high and am managing a brewing sinus infection. I took Boop with me for one day, but she didn't enjoy it. How much of this is the normal adolescent embarrassment of having a mother; how much of this is personal to me? I don't know. But after seeing me twerk in response to her threats to disown me, maybe she will learn to hold her tongue.

Okay, so wrong again. I guess I missed another birthday, and I thought I had it licked this time. The only birthdays I remember are 27's and then the extremely painful birth of my daughter. (I don't think I remind her enough of how extremely painful her birth was.) Mine are painful at 50. Mom's painful, also. The main reason I remember Mom's is that we were supposed to be born on the same day, and it's a big, long story. So, if I missed your birthday, I'm so sorry. I send my delayed good wishes and hope that it was a wonderful day. 

If I hear "Guess what? <What?> Chicken butt," one more time, I'm going to ... nothing. I've just trained myself not to respond.