Sugar Wars

My sugar consumption was out-of-control! Other than not being able to eat my precious cookies I'd been eating everything else in sight and having no ability or desire to stop. So, last Monday I took drastic action. I was 100% perfect with ZERO sugar until Thursday when E-VIL Angi brought one of my very favorite treats to work and made me eat them. No, she didn't hold me down and stuff it down my throat but after 4.5 hours of smelling the delectable peanut butter bars I gave in and ate one and then another. I shared the rest and have been reasonably good since then but yes, I gave in. And I loved it.

Baking Queen

Thanks to a quirky little movie called The Waitress and an even quirkier show named Pushing Daisies I've been a little bit obsessed with pies. Thinking about them. Making them. Eating them. Other than my sometimes orgasmic (according to Paul) cupcakes I don't usually eat what I make and even with the cupcakes I can usually only eat one. Last week I started experimenting with pies. I made a DELICIOUS Butterscotch pie (from scratch) and just between us ate the entire thing--by myself. Last Saturday I made two peach pies and took those over to Bob and Shauna's...where my family dined on them. Then, on Sunday I made two chocolate peanut butter pies. I took one to a friend's house and one to work. I didn't try the peanut butter pie but I heard it was good. I was mostly satisfied with the peach pie but the shell was kind of soggy and I hate soggy food so I ate the pie part and left the rest alone. I even took a picture of one of the peach pies and the super duper cute little apron that Kacee gave me. I've never had an apron and I LOVE it! Thanks, K.

October 11

Snow is falling all around. Um...WHAT?

I was getting dressed this morning: jeans, long sleeve shirt, cashmere (translation: very warm) sweater, socks and real shoes...that would be enough, eh?

Then I opened the door and saw the snow. Back into the house to find a coat with a hood. Ish.

Tuesday and Me

Tuesday kicks the crap out of me. Possibly it is because I don't work on Mondays (sooooooooooo not complaining) and have lots to catch up on. Possibly it is because I no longer have my favorite hour of the week as I'm now in training with my closest neighbors. Regardless of the reason the result is that here I am: sitting on my couch, watching the debate, writing random shiz in my blog, eating peanut butter with a spoon and thinking about how nice my bed will feel in a few minutes. Dude...the fact that I am even thinking about going to bed at 9 o'clock should be of concern to some folks. I'm tired people. Tuesday makes me tired.

After Hours by We Are Scientist...new favorite song

I'm kind of a dumb-a. If I was smart, not a smart-a (I've got that one covered), I could post the actual thing from You Tube. This is my new favorite song and you MUST watch the video. Love the song. Love the video. Love.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rv2_LSIujHk&feature=related

My Little Elf

I have a little Elf who periodically leaves me little surprises at my desk. Not bad surprises...good ones. These "gifts" are awesome and so is the giver. She's super funny, sassy, brilliant, insightful, stylish and incredibly cool--someday when I grow up I want to be her. She's by far my favorite person at work (MSB you are my 2nd Favorite). She's also known as Sarcast-a-bitch by her brother which makes me adore her even more. She's left some hilariously funny little gifts including the gift I got today...a note from Dwight K. Schrute (on DKS stationary): "Beats, Bears and Battlestar Gallactica". The bottom of the note even said, "Bulldozer and Boyz to Men" which made me feel so giddy because it meant that she had been reading my crazy little journal. A couple of weeks ago I received the Cowardly Lion toy from McDonald's and last week I got a blue plastic giraffe--you know the one they put on the top of the ice cream at Taco Amigo. Awesome.

Three Stages of Reading

I have three stages of reading:

Stage One: Reading everything in sight.
Stage Two: Only being able to "re-read" books--too distracted by other things to focus on new characters, stories, etc. Plus, how nice is it to pull out that book that makes you so happy and you can read again and again? Think Joey with The Shining and Rachel with Little Women..."Just how little are those women?"
Stage Three: Not being able to read at all--mostly sitting on the couch watching TV until I fall asleep.

Lately I've been stuck in Stage Two and even though it has been fun to re-read some old favorites it is nice that I have FINALLY moved back into Stage One. I started Hunger Games yesterday afternoon and am truly enjoying the process of discovering a new book.