Amazingly Amy's Amazingly Asian Adventures!!!

So, I've been talking about a trip to Malaysia (via one of 3 possible stop over spots, to be determined at a later date) to see and do wild and woolly and new things I've never done before.  But talking isn't doing.  No no.  It's just talking.


Well as of last night, it's official.  Matt and I will be flying out this July for roughly 3 weeks to climb a mountain in Borneo, scuba dive fantastic wildlife laden reefs, cuddle turtles and sharks, tan on fabulous beaches, stay at least one night in one of those huts over the water, and eat stuff I'm afraid to know what it actually is.  We are talking about visiting Hong Kong, Seoul or Singapore as well, as part of our travel there or back, or maybe pick 2 places and see one on the way in and the other on the way out.  Either way, I have to say, this is most certainly the most exciting thing in my life at the moment.


I just hope my parents are willing/able/excited to have a 5 yr old for nearly a month this summer.... 

Oh haaay....

I forgot about Monkey Banana for a while.  I would like to blame this on my newfound obsession with walking.  I've been powerwalking daily (except days that I can't, or have other stuff going on) in the neighbourhood of 8kms a day.  I plug my earphones into my iPod and then into my head and blast 30 Seconds To Mars and march march march.  It's one of my only healthy obsessions.


I've also broken out of my vicious writer's block, courtesy of my pal Damon Guyett.  He's inspirational ♥  I am falling behind on my crafty xmas/solstice gift creations, though.  I have stuff to make and no motivation to get them done... why do I do this to myself?


Glee is on tonight.... with Paltrow.  Why?  I miss the good ol' days of Will and Sue barking insults at one another and teen angst.  Now every episode is guest stars, theme weeks, and every episode is about an ISSUE.  Guys, this is not an issue based show.  It's a musical comedy.  Mostly comedy.  STOP BEING SRS CAT!

Crash, crash. Burn!

So, I have all 3 of 30 Seconds to Mars' albums... and I like them.  But I never really *listened* before.  Well my good friend *b* posted a video of this randomly strange girl transforming herself into Jared Leto using nothing but makeup, time and talent (vid here, if you're interested) and it prompted me to watch many YouTube videos of Mr. Leto which led me to the music videos for 30 Seconds to Mars.


I watched them all.  I was captivated.  I have relistened to their 3 albums.  This is War is by far the best album they've produced- soundwise, etc.  But the videos for the singles from A Beautiful Lie captivated me... they're visually stunning, theatrical, and totally fun to watch.  But the song A Beautiful Lie and the video for it just wowed me.  And I don't wow easily.  Okay, maybe that's a lie... but shut up.  But watch it... and then visit abeautifullie.org


Also, Jared Leto looks mighty freakin' fine for a man his age.

With all I have left....

Today my good friend Emmy posted a very moving and inspirational article at her blog, The Magick Tree.  To summarize, a talented but physically handicapped musician sat down to play his violin and shortly into the performance a string broke.  Because getting up and replacing the string and/or finding a new violin to play would be excruciating for the man, he simply urged the conductor to go on and he created the most memorable night possible for his audience as he reworked the piece to accomodate for the missing string.  Afterward, when he'd quieted the uproarious ovation from the audience he humbly said, 


"You know, sometimes it is the artist's task to find out how much music you can still make with what you have left."




Also today, my Uncle Lynden passed away.


He had been very ill in the last year, and... in fact, nearly died last October.  He endured surgery, post operative complications, additional illnesses and didn't come home from the hospital until Christmas Eve of last year.  It seemed like a true miracle.  Last night, in the peace of slumber, in his bed beside his beloved wife, Sandra, my uncle slipped into his next life.  He was only 67 years old.


I have spent the last two days in quiet reflection.  I have mourned my friend Roy, and I have mourned my Uncle Lyn.  I'm not one to pray, since I'm pretty darned sure there ain't nobody to listen... but I do spend time with Mother Nature when things get rough.  Tonight, seeking comfort, I walked the dog to The Flats... my sanctuary.  I stood among the silent stones and watched the setting sun.  I memorized the blue and pink surreal swirls of cloud on the evening sky.  I chased my puppy and laughed with her as we played.  Before I left The Flats, as is my custom, I searched for a stone to bring home.  Tonight two stones caught my eye.  I couldn't decide which one should come home with me... they both seemed right.  So, in honour of my uncle and my friend, I have two new stones to set upon my altar.


And when I feel most down, when I feel hurt and broken... I shall press on, and see what music I can still make with what I have left.


/|\

What is up...

with my kid and her thing for owls?  Hmm?   Today was the first day she could take a book home from the school library, and she chooses a paperback copy of the book, Owl Babies, which we have in a board book format.  She can recite the book start to finish.  Sigh.  My kid is strange.


She and FutureBride have been fighting a lot lately.  Maybe being in the same Kindergarten class isn't the best thing... they get no break from one another.


My friend *b* didn't get a puppy like she was planning/
hoping/dreading this weekend, and she's sad about it.  I love you, *b*... you did the right thing, hun.  [love10] <-- I know you don't know what that is, but it's the biggest love I can give you on the internets.


I've decided on making all gifts this year for Solstice/Yule/Christmas again... even though last year's knit-a-thon was a bit disastrous, this year I've gotten a bit more creative, and a head start!  I shant divulge what I'm making for whom, in case anybody sneaky reads my blog without "following" it and I let stuff slip.  But yeah... go crafty me.  


Also, there are flies copulating on my laptop.  How rude.  They didn't even ask.

Somebody stop me...

I started another novel today.

what the hell is wrong with me?

I've got this irrational fear of completing a project, methinks.

Today is the Equinox. All Hail Equo! Not really. But I did set up my altar anew for the new season, and meditated today and will perform my ritual this evening at 11:09, when the official equinox occurs.

In the mean time, I am listening to Lilith Fair 2010, and I'm diggin' it.

September!!

So, we're into the swing of things.

Zigz is in kingergarten.... Kindergarten A, to be exact. So far, she's pissed that it's every day, and says it's boring, but likes Mrs. Fleming and the fact that Miss FutureBride is in her class (yes, my 4 yr old is a proud member of the LGBT community).

Matt is back to work, and so far this semester is a massive clusterfuck. For serious.

I have set myself a wee schedule for this year. Here she be:

Monday-Wednesday: Novels... nothing but novels.

Thursday: Coffee with friends in the am, and housework in the pm.

Friday: Laundry and groceries.

Sounds horribly boring, I know. I know. SHUT UP!! I KNOW!

But the 3 days of writing is fun, and I love to write, and I have SOOO much that needs to get put down in text and then edited into what I've already got.

This is my first holiday week as an official OBOD member!! It's Alban Elfed, and that's a whole lot of harvesty goodness. Like, early Thanksgiving. ♥

Also, my hair isn't growing fast enough for my liking. It's not long enough to put up, but long enough to drive me batty, curling around my ears and neck. Plus, I think I want even more bangs... which... I know. I KNOW! Sheesh.

You people sure are pushy. ;)

Colton Haynes

... that is all.

So, it's Summer

Nordic Giant is finished work for the summer.... Zig is out of preschool. And I... I am about to plunk my bum on a beach for 2 months. With family in tow, obviously.

My cottage awaits my love and attention for the next two months. I have a garden to tend to, a beach to supervise, and many many trees to enjoy.

This is good. It's a time of detox. No internet, no telephone.... just radio weather updates and friends. Quiet. Laughter. Bonfires.

My entire life will change when I come back... so... I'm viewing this summer as my time in a chrysalis. A time of restfulness and preparation for the next phase of my life; Life without Zig.

Not completely, of course... omg. No. I simply mean, my life as an at home mommy is going to change drastically because Ziggy is going to Kindergarten which, thanks to McGuinty, is now 5 days a week, and all day long. I will have an empty house (save for Darla) in September.

I've had lots of people ask if I'm going back to work... funny thing is, I never left it. I worked in daycare, caring for small people, for 15 years. I still care for small people... I just have longer hours, and the pay is horrid (unless you count the pictures on my fridge, the laughs, cuddles, kisses and general mommy-daughter mayhem). But when she's gone all day... that's when she'll need to know I'm still here. Mommy is home. Nothing has changed. I can go at the drop of a hat if she's sick or hurt. I can come along on field trips, and supervise lunches if need be. Mommy is there.

But what will I do, you ask? Well.... some of you know I've been writing novels... or at least, trying to when I get a spare couple of hours... but it's hard work when you've got constant interruptions. So that is my plan for September... Write. Complete. Push around. Fingers crossed.... Publish.

But that's all 2 months away. Right now, I'm packing. Packing every piece of summer clothing I have, Ziggy has, and everything the dog might need for 2 months. Tomorrow... My summer of rest begins.

♥

Ma Belle Evangeline

This song makes me cry. If you are unfamiliar with Disney's The Princess and The Frog, you MUST get your hands on it. Fantastic Jazz soundtrack, hilariously entertaining characters, amusing writing, and a wicked Voodoo man.

In other news, Darla has discovered a gopher hole beneath our deck and goes under to growl and bark relentlessly at the beast within. She's currently having a bath because, well, she gets FILTHY under there. Bath time for Darla:

Also, 2 days until summer vacation. 2 months of beach. Eat your hearts out, readers. Both of you.

Rock of Ages and other various randomnesses

So, Rock of Ages was... amazing. I adore Yvan, I adore Tristan, and seeing them rock their faces off yet again in a new and exciting musical set to 80's hair band rock and roll was epic. If you get the chance to go... GO!!! I plan on seeing it many times. I bought this shirt there:

So yeah, those are my boobies. Hooray!

I got my puppy, and she's adorable and beautiful and I love her to pieces. Best mother's day since my first one, really.

I have officially lost 10lbs now since quitting coffee/sugar/cream/wheat. Once I'm actively walking with Darla and not just the typical new puppy meander and sniff EVERYTHING in my path, I hope to shed some more of the weight and an inch or two off my hips and tummy.

Oh, and I STILL want this diamond ring... like... for my 6th anniversary, maybe? Pretty pls with diamonds on top?

Thank you, that is all :) ♥

I like Bees!

So, I sorta forgot about the Monkey Banana for a while... so sue me.

I have bangs, better than 20/20 vision, and I get my dog in 4 days.

I am currently eating a guacamole burger.

Lost is almost over and THAT is devastating news, lemme tell ya. I love Jack. I want to marry him. I mean, srsly. Look at the yum!

Sigh... I miss Desmond and Alpert, too... they had best be in the next episode.

I am seeing Rock of Ages in Toronto tonight... review to follow.

New Eyes

So, I'm on day 4 post op.. I have had no pain, no discomfort, nothing... I have no altered night vision or halos... I just have 20/20 vision. It's crazy!

Tomorrow I go for a hair cut, and will be getting bangs like these

I know... you're jealous.

Earth Day

She is our Mother. She is our Life. Honour her. Protect her.

Too many people have forgotten or ignored the fact that we were born out of this Earth. She bore us in her womb. She nursed us with her flowing rivers. She feeds us with her bounty. This Earth is the only one we have. Our Mother. Tread softly on her heart. ♥

Celebrate Earth Day /|\ Blessed be our Earth.

I'm officially 1 week clean!

Coffee is officially no longer an issue for me! In 1 week I suffered the migraines, the shakes, and then, the horrible issue of what coffee does to one's intestines.

So, since I quit coffee (and consequently, sugar) as well as removing wheat products from my diet, I have lost nearly 7lbs.

Wait... 7lbs in a week? I'm fairly certain that most of this was water retention, and that I won't be losing a pound a day beyond this point.

But I've noticed a huge difference in how my clothes fit, and how my belly looks! Which was my original goal/intent with the sugar/wheat thing... get rid of my jellybelly. It's working!

It turns out that I don't miss wheat, and due to the whole Gluten-Free diet madness, it's really easy to find wheat-free grain products. Today I will be making spelt loaves. I had spelt flakes for breakfast, which... don't let my Irish ancestors hear this... is better than porridge!

Also, today is my birthday. No plans, no fanfare. We had a family celebration on sunday at my mom's. Matt got me the Wii! So... Wii Fit, here I come! More skinnies!

Also, new pics of Darla!

Happy Hump Day my friends!!!

Sooo....

I was getting no work done.

So I changed my desktop.... to this....

Still, no work is getting done.

Sigh.

Hello Beautiful.

Day 2

So, I've licked coffee.... I think/hope/pray. I am 44 hrs since my last cup...

that said, I've had

7 pints of water

3 pints of milk

4 tylenol

and I went to bed at 7:30 last night.

So many ppl are asking "BUT WHY???" which I understand, because... I would have said the same thing to anyone who told me they were quitting coffee about 4 months ago (I tried quitting a couple of months ago, but Tim Horton's lured me in with their sexy Roll up the Rim to Win contest).

Here is why:

I drink my coffee triple/triple... that means 3 sugar, 3 cream. And I mean CREAM. Not light cream, not half and half... I mean 18% CREAM!!!! I've tried even cutting back to double/double but then I don't enjoy the cup of coffee, and I might as well quit.

So that combined with the number of cups of coffee I consume per day (4-6) makes my sugar and milk fat intake incredibly disgusting on a daily basis.

Plus, I cannot- CANNOT- go to Tim Horton's for JUST a coffee. No. I get a donut. And not just any ol' donut. I get a chocolate glazed donut. A roundlet of deep fried chocolate cake coated in a thick layer of SUGAR.

I have gained 15lbs since September... and I blame it all on my coffee consumption combined with my affinity for chocolate donuts.

Everything else I eat is fresh, local, healthy.... I figured the ONE vice wasn't so bad.

WRONG.

I'm done. And I'm kinda proud of me.

Darlin' Darla

Look at the mega cuteness of this puppy... she's mine.

And I love her.

New Monkey Banana Ponderings

Is the artwork done in ballpoint pen ink, do you think? I mean, anything sharpish would have cut the delicate Banana flesh... left it rotting and turning brown... I have concluded that the Monkey Banana amazes me in more ways than I had originally posted. I mean, it IS art. Fine art. Banana art. Monkey art. MonBanArt.

I think that's a fairly awesome made up name. I shall from now on write under the pen name Monbanart. French lyricist and Mystic: Phillipe Monbanart. Oooh... sounds deliciously sexy and mysterious.

It's friday night, and my house is empty. Gotta love that stuff man. Time to myself after a long week of Ziggy wrangling.

I wrote 13 pages of story this morning, and then edited like a mofo for a few hours, and now I'm on facebook and the Lost board, and now I'm blogging... and my Lappy, my Fionn MacCumhaill, is dangerously warm to the touch, and behaving erratically. Methinks I shall shut down, let him cool down, and ponder the Monkey Banana under the assumed identity of Phillipe Monbanart until my house fills with peeps again.

I posted a random photo for you to enjoy while I'm gone. Makes me wish I was an apple.

Just sayin'.

Brotha!

Lost tonight is apparently about Desmond's return to the Island (we saw him getting yanked, drugged, off the submarine last week- and evil swamp creature Sayid saw him).

This excites me for many reasons...

number 1- Desmond. Hello.

number 2- Return of the Scottish accent to the show. Again, hello.

number 3- I like counting the "brotha"s per episode as much as I like counting the "Gay Ass Trombone" (trademarked to Funkyant- IMDb troll).

Also, last night I made that vegan quinoa salad, and it was good, but the dressing needed more lime. I added another 2 tbsp. Much better.

Today is also David Bowie day. You can't stop me. I have enough Bowie to last me 2.2 DAYS without repeating. You heard me. I have all 54 albums. Eat me.

Vegan Quinoa Salad

Dressing:

1/4 cup Olive Oil

2 tbsp Lime Juice

1/4 tsp Salt

1/2 tsp Pepper

Combine all ingredients in a jar with tight fitting lid.

Shake and chill... reshake before dressing Salad.

1 cup Quinoa

1/2 cups Cold Water

1/2 tsp Olive Oil

pinch Salt

Cook quinoa- in a medium saucepan with tight fitting lid, combine above ingredients. Bring to a boil, reduce heat, simmer 15 minutes. Remove from heat, let stand 5 minutes. Chill.

2 small Carrots (peeled and thinly sliced)

1 cup Green Veg (celery, snap peas, snow peas, etc)

1 cup Red Pepper (chopped)

1/2 Cucumber (diced)

1/2 Walnuts (chopped)

Steam carrots and greens for 5 minutes, chill. Combine all ingredients in a large bowl, toss in dressing. Cover and chill until ready to serve.

The Black Fish

is slow.

I've determined he might actually be developmentally delayed. The only way to get him to eat the food is to lure the other fish away and quickly drop food RIGHT in front of him.

Apparently, my cyberfish are my new babies.

When the heck is that puppy coming, again?

Fertility Festivities!!

We visited a Hobbit House for a night of Pagan fun last week. The kids dyed eggs to decorate their Spring Fertility Trees, and made pretty collages of Spring-like images (my kid picked mostly owls, and a cave... go fig). This is the pretty tree Ziggy decorated. I love it, and will keep it in her room as a start to her Sacred Space. She's a stone collector, and I've kept some of the more important stones, and will guide her toward arranging them in a way that pleases her.

I wish I had pics of the Hobbit House... I hope I get an invite back, so I can bring my camera. That place was amazing. I'm jealous of the awesomeness of the house. For serious. Custom homes are mega groovy.

Today is April Fools... I don't do pranks, and nobody has pulled one on me... but there are some cute things floating about the internet... such as this adorable story from ZooBorns.

Soo... yeah.... HAPPY APRIL! It's a 4 day weekend. Joy of Joys!

I plan on enjoying the weather, having my husband home, and letting my child run wild through the wilderness. I can't believe it's already 1 month until Beltane. This winter was a fast one... I'm not going to complain, except that it is a scary reminder of Global Climate Change. Yikes.

Oh, and if you're a fan of the Africam that I'd posted last month, here is a new webcam for your enjoyment... obviously, my child loves THIS webcam more than the watering hole in South Africa... it's owlets!!

http://www.sportsmansparadiseonline.com/Live_Owl_Nest_Box_Cam.html

Enjoy your baby owl viewing!

Emily Jones

Is the SHIT y'all.

Give this girl an honest listen. I have yet to come across music that moves me more than my darling Emmy.

Her newest recording is amazing: Call The Rain Down

Her site: http://www.emilyjonesmusic.com/

Too much Coffee...

So yeah, I said the cup of coffee before Lost wouldn't keep me up. But it did.

I lay awake in bed all night pondering something my fellow (but much more successful) blogger Joel asked me recently. Now, I have a shitton of respect for Joel, as well has his 2 books, Swish- My Quest to Become the Gayest Person Ever and Gay Haiku... so when he asks a question... I give it thought. So, last night, in my caffeine induced insomnia... I pondered Joel's latest issue.

Well, I'm working on a proposal for a book about marriage equality. And I'm trying to discuss the "marriage is for procreation" objection as a fallacious syllogism, but I can't figure out what kind it is, mostly because I can't figure out exactly what "for" means.

So:

Marriage is for procreation.
Same-sex couples cannot procreate.
Therefore same-sex couples should be forbidden to marry.

Now, I know that this is a flawed syllogism, because look:

Books are for reading.
Jane cannot read.
Therefore Jane should be forbidden to buy books.

Baseball caps are for shielding the head from the sun.
Today the clouds are covering the sun.
Therefore people should be forbidden to wear baseball caps today.

But I can't figure out which kind of flaw it is (undistributed middle, illicit process, etc.).

Any help?

So I came up with "exclusive preposition"... which... it is. But wasn't what Joel was looking for (sniffs and sobs) but he called my idea brilliant, so I feel better about it. But yes, last night, I lay in bed next to a snoring beast of a blanket hog- uh... mean, my husband... and thought about well... What IS marriage for? as well as WHAT is FOR procreation?

This is what I concluded at 4:47am:

Marriage is for legal distribution of assets between 2 people.

Essentially, this is all a "marriage" is for, in the sense that a marriage is nothing more than a legality between consenting adults who wish to join together for a proposed lifetime (though, really... few hold this ideal any longer). Anything and everything else a marriage might be, or might be part of a marriage, you can actually have without being legally married. Some might look down upon your sinful union but nobody is going to jail for it. Marriage is a kind of business relationship... a partnership in which things are not divided 50/50 the way they are in commerce, but rather things are 100/100. Everything that is yours is your spouse's, and everything that belongs to your spouse is yours. At least, this is how a healthy marriage should be, in my tiny little opinion.... but hey, this is my blog. So there.

And what about procreation? Marriage isn't for procreation, as Joel points out. Besides, lots of people who procreate are not married. I'd even hazard a guess that it's close to 50/50 in North America.

Again, 4:47am had me with this conclusion:

Consentual heterosexual intercourse with deliberate omission of contraception is for procreation.

Mother of all Creation... that's a mouthful. But it is true. Yes, same sex couples procreate, as do couples with fertility issues, with a little professional help. That help comes in the form of simulated consentual heterosexual intercourse with deliberate omission of contraceptive. A lesbian couple cannot concieve without a sperm donor and a turkey baster. Gay couples cannot get their surrogate pregnant no matter HOW frequently they have a go at one another... they require simulated hetero intercourse.

So, now I am functioning on about 3 hours sleep, but I feel better about the world, having put this issue into perspective.

Also, on Lost last night, we got more Martin Keamy, and well... Kevin Durand and his giganticness ALWAYS make me happy.

She is here!!! Part 2

My beautiful baby puppy was born yesterday!!!

Black with a white patch on her front.

We have no clue what we're going to name her... but so far, we both agree on Tony Harrison... named after this hysterical character from The Mighty Boosh ^^

To see the "man" in action, view this clip.

When she's naughty, we'll tell her "THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!" and it will be funny to no one but us.

Ummm... Yum....

So... this is on my desktop....

I get no work done.

Should I change it?

I didn't think so.

She is here!!!

So, my predicted birthdate of miss Naomi was off by 19 days.... but whatever. I got to hold her before anyone else in the family (though a friend from church beat me to be the first to hold her other than mom and dad- sneaky Christians). Anyways, she's gorgeous. And I'm glad she's finally here.

My novels are suffering at the moment (marchbreak SUCKED the creative juices right out of me), but today I'm listening to my iTunes playlist of inspirational songs and songs that remind me of my characters and their situations... hopefully I'll get crackin' at some point. Someone needs to whip my butt into shape.

Speaking of buttshape... I'm not doing well with my diet.... it sucks... and I'm frustrated with myself. I haven't gained ANY weight in well over a year, but I'm 10lbs from my goal weight... I just wanna get there. Sigh. I have a feeling once we get the pup I'll be much more active. (right? I'm gonna be walking etc because I *have* to, right?)

I really need a Wii and the Wii Fit. and a diamond ring. I wonder if my birthday will bring me either of those things.....

Okay... who missed me?

All one of my followers? Love you B.

I've had a sick kid, and march break to contend with. I'm back now.

News:

• Lasik surgery booked for April 23rd. So much joy. Matt is upset that it's the same weekend as the Green Living show, but really... we can go on the sunday. AND I WILL BE ABLE TO SEE!!!
• We are getting a puppy this summer. Matt says he's still researching breeds etc, but I've put my name on a waiting list for a litter that's due in 2-3 weeks of cute little black cockapoos (as seen above!)
• I am going to an Alice in Wonderland adult party at the Children's Museum in Kitchener next Saturday. I can't wait. Pls do check out deetz heah. Funtimes.

I think that's all the news I have so far.

Thirsty

So, 10 minutesish to Survivor. I'm a Hantz Fantz. I ADORE this man. I hope hope hope he sticks around good and long. Also, JT... Nummers.

Plus, then it's all about Grey's and PP afterward... I love Thirsty night.

Got myself a pot o' the Dominican's finest Joe, and a man to rub my feet. It's gonna be a good night.

Wooohoooo!

the Monkey Banana amazes me

I have studied that thing in great detail and depth. I am in awe of the Monkey Banana.

It's Moonday. I used to love today... used to. Now I kinda... just... tolerate it. It's gymnatics day, and the kid will be a hyper little monkey all morning, running off her steam (hooray!!). But it's not the same anymore. My fave element of the day is missing, and I miss you Roy. I just do. ♥

I have dinner plans tonight... thai? Mayhaps. It'll depend on what the preggo is craving at this particular time... but I've got a hankerin' for some pinapple coconut red curry. omg, my dieting is NOT going well.

I HAVE YET TO EAT A DONUT THOUGH!

I get to hang out in the hospital this aftermooner while mom has her mammers grammed.

Most exciting news of the weekend? I booked my Lasik consultation!!! Shazaam!

Dress by Request

It's a super mod mini dress, which, with the right pair of brightly hued Doc Martens, will look SMASHING on me for the wedding. Now, I just need to figure out how to execute the perfect mod make-up job, and figure out my hair....

tips? Suggestions?

SUCCESS!!

Oh Tim, you slut.

So I was planning to give up coffee (at least, I was planning on giving it a valiant *try*)... but now that it's Roll Up the Rim time... I can't be arsed.

This comes from my sudden realization that no matter how healthily I DO eat... I also pig out on junk daily.

Yes, I eat fresh, local, organic... when I cook. But when I don't... I'm all canned pasta, donuts, and chips. This is stopping. Today.

I have a wedding to attend in June, and a fabulously Mod dress to wear... while I know I shall never attain Twiggy-like weight, I wanna bust this gut off my middle.

Yesterday I had 5 pints of water (that's 10 "glasses") and I plan to continue this daily. It's how much we're supposed to be getting, and it's my understanding that water helps to curb snacking, because snacking happens when our brain is actually telling us we're thirsty, not hungry. Nobody snacks when their stomach growls, right? No... then you eat. Snacks come at a time of thirst. By keeping thirst at bay, I hope to keep chips etc. at bay as well.

So... yeah, I'm on my way to drop Ziggy off at school... and I will stop at Tim Horton's for my Roll Up the Rim coffee... BUT I WILL NOT GET A DONUT!!

Puppy Love

My nearly 12 yr old Nephew in England is my fave person to talk to on MSN. He's sweet, charming, and so amazingly funny.

He has a girlfriend :)

I'm gettin' the dirt at the moment. He says she's "absolutely beautiful". I hope he tells her that.

Richard Alpert

Im also wearing this custom made teeshirt today... It has a picture of Nestor Carbonell on it from Lost...

It says my fave Lost related internet meme (yes, I'm that big of a nerd):

"With Cane being cancelled, Nestor Carbonell should be free for Lost"

About 100 ppl in the whole world *get* it... and I love that.

Tim Horton, how I love thee.

So it's Roll Up The Rim time again. I've won a coffee... then that coffee was a whore and gave me nothing in return.

I was woken up at midnight, 2am and 4am by my child. At 4 she just came and got in bed with me... so... yeah.

I'munbearablytired. Timmie's... here I come.

Oh! Africam! I have been watching this live-feed cam for 3 yrs now...

http://www.africam.com/wildlife/index.php#

Click Nkorho Pan below the vid screen... you know you wanna.

I've seen every kind of African Wildlife (minus Gorillas... clearly) at this South African Game Reserve. Sometimes you get nothing, sometimes you get herds of stuff. The cam autozooms and autopans based on movement (I'm pretty sure, anyway).... I just leave the screen open in the background of whatever I'm working on, and check it out if I hear splashing etc.

So... that baby didn't get borned yesterday. I lost the pool. Ah, Crumb.

Boing!

If you throw something made of rubber across the kitchen at the sink... it will bounce and fly out and make you laugh...

and a mess on the floor/counter/sink/cupboards.

Nachos!

I had completely forgotten how much I HATE blueberries until I decided to eat a blueberry granola bar.

I am so glad that we're having Nachos for supper again tonight.

Is it possible to love The Killers any more than I do? I doubt it.

HumpDay

You heard me. Here it is.

HumpDay. In the immortal words of my pal BigDaddyBrown, this day is all about dryhmps.

Usually, Wednesday finds me with a morning off while the Zig is in preschool, and working at home. Not the case today. She went to school alright, but then I had shit to get done, like... ummm... taking a long and leisurely shower, before heading to a girlfriend's place to babysit for her.

She's got 3 boys, and baby number 4 on the way any minute (incidentally, I picked today as her delivery date. I guess I'm not gonna win... though... there are 9 hrs left to this day...) and she took the oldest boy with her. This leaves me with 2 boys, 2 and 4, and my own Ziggy, aged 3.5ish.

Holy shit. Her kids nap.

I am stuck in her house with 2 napping boys, and my own child driving me batty. I had forgotten what sleeping kids were like... Zig gave it all up at 18 months. We barely get 9 hrs out of her overnight these days.

Bliss.

Also, OMG, Lost. Only 10 episodes left. Dogen got his ass handed to him by Evil Sayid, and I'm depressed anew. Just when I get over the fact that Locke is actually dead, because there is an AWESOME creepy Japanese dude on the show... gone. Pfft.

A good episode all in all. Keamy's eggs looked fabulous. I'd let him cook me eggs any day.

Should I make nachos for dinner with the leftovers from last night?

Ugh. Humpday... and no Dryhumps.