Tuesday, March 26, 2013

12 Food Confessions


  1. Some days (like today) you just need to eat doritos for dinner
  2. I don't understand someone being a 'salty' person or a 'sweet' person.  I am both persons.  DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE.
  3. I love the feeling of an empty stomach.  I have been addicted to those hunger pains.  The hardest meal for me to eat is the first of the day.  Often on days off it's well into the afternoon before I make myself eat.
  4. I hate avocados.  Like, really hate them.  I've tried them a bunch since the Avocado Onslaught of 2012 and I think they're disgusting.
  5. I am a food enabler - I encourage people to eat food that's bad for them, partly because I like people to enjoy themselves, and partly because it makes me feel better when other people eat badly.
  6. I think the best dessert in the world is the perfect chocolate mousse.

Monday, March 11, 2013

7 Years...

...and not itchy.  Not even a little bit.

Today, Steven and I have been together for seven years.  To give you some perspective, that's 26% of my life.  This morning when my alarm went off, he not-too-subtly bolted out of bed while I waited for my second alarm, left the house, then came home and demanded I get back into bed so he could serve me breakfast, while loudly singing a made-up song at me.  

When I said I needed to get ready to catch the bus, he said, "Oh, you think you're taking the bus?  You're not taking the bus, ya bird brain.  You're such a bird brain".  Which he thought was hilarious.  And then he got up and drove me to work.

My friend recently said about marriage, "It's about feeling like you're lucky to be with the person.  You should both feel like the other person is a little too good for you".  She's a smartie. 

So in the spirit of seven years, I have for you a love song!  If you're not familiar with Kid President or Lennon and Maisey, check them out here and here.  Otherwise, enjoy this gem of a ditty.  Ya bird brain.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Happy or Right

I really hate this post.

There is a long, convoluted story about why I'm writing it, involving a movie that hit a little too close to home and me dissolving in sobs at the end as a baffled husband comforted me, but here's the punchline...

I like to be right.

I'm pretty good at arguing.  I think that's what you get from two smart older sisters - training.  It always feels like a challenge to me, to find the logic and support my point of view.  And in fact, it's pretty cool to be able to dissect and analyse things to come to the 'right' conclusions.  It makes me feel smart, and powerful.  It makes me feel like this:




Which is pretty awesome...unless you're the wall.