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Bashing Heads

Anyhow, I'm catching up on the new season of Martha. Oh, ummmm... How did that go?

~*~Today Recently on "Martha"~*~

Papier mache with Joy Behar. They're making heads, attaching printouts of faces and yarn for hair. It's fucking creepy, but I'm intrigued. Martha is filling Rosie's head with crafting supplies and RingDings. Why not attach a strap so the thing could be used for a purse?

Oh my hat. They're pinatas. Joy's whacking at hers. How insane is this? How perfect for a angsty teenager's birthday party? Or for the heartbroken and vengeful? If I were to make a pinata, whose face would I use? I'll have to think about that.

Should I dare? Another crafting idea to wind up like my M&M paint, which is all dried out and still sitting in baby food jars on the kitchen counter? Or the pictures in the nicely painted frames waiting to be hung in the bedroom?

When all else fails...

When there's time, but no idea what to write... why not just post a picture of the baby? hee

First sit. 9/1/06. I ran downstairs to get the camera and found her still sitting when I returned. Of course, she fell down as I was framing the shot. I'll have to blog about that before the family admits they're reading this and are pissed that I didn't post this pic on her site.

Mom Mom arrives tomorrow for a 2 1/2 week visit. I've made a list to keep her busy. If I don't see one rerun of Law and Order* I'll consider my tasking successful.

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*or whatever show she's watching in abundance these days. I don't think Murder, She Wrote is playing anywhere. For that I'm most thankful.

Bwopping, Evs

(The Evs is for Bill. Yes, I watch it. Dilana rocks.)

The nausea with my happy pill has abated over time. Fortunately I got into the habit of eating smaller meals, and I've managed to get down to 140. That was last week. I won't be weighing myself on Tuesday, admittedly because I'm afraid of what number I'll see after last night. My will power is still in question, especially when I eat really good food at expensive restaurants.

Last night I met one of the moms from a mom's group at one of the nicest restaurants in town. I couldn't stop eating. A bottomless pit I was. Gah! As I lay moaning, as still as possible, in bed last night, knowing full well that allowing my begging body to purge itself would immediately make me feel better but absolutely refusing to throw up one ounce of my $62.00 meal, I still couldn't believe that I ate so much. Rundown? Let's relive it and hope that I don't barf at the memory.

• Three slices of the bread with butter (I told mister mrtl two, forgetting the one I ate with my soup -- full disclosure, yo)
• Salad comprised of mixed greens, strawberries, blueberries, walnuts, bleu cheese, and raspberry vinagrette
• New England clam chowder
• Pan seared Parmesan and Asiago crusted halibut cheeks, served with garlic mashed potatoes and a medley of sauteed peppers and squash
• A glass of white wine (half a glass, really) and a ton of water
• Creme brulee (the only thing not finished by about 1/4)
• Can't forget the traded bites I had from my dining mates -- teriyaki tenderloin and halibut stuffed with dungeness crab and macadamia nuts

Everything was so ridiculously good. Even as I lay so still in my attempts not to gush forth with each small urp, I even relished the taste of the burps. Hello? I've never had a tasty burp. WTF?

And I felt hung over this morning. With only that small glass of wine, though, and more water than I can usually handle, I started to wonder. Was I drugged? Not a drug of the date rape variety, but one equally potent in loosening the inhibitions, weakening me to the point of being completely powerless to stop myself.

I can't wait to go again.