mrtl

Nothing Like Sobering Moments

Inching closer to balancing the teeter-totter.

Fucking Guava Wine

http://www.volcanowinery.com/guava.htm

I have to restart Atkins tomorrow since I inadvertently knocked myself out of ketosis. Thing is, I needed the white wine for a recipe last night and hell if I'm going to let the rest of the bottle go to waste so I'm finishing the bottle.

What's going through my mind right now. I know it's based on several things:

• drinking. from the bottle. doesn't one get more schnockered drinking from the bottle than from a glass? there's belching involved, too. when do I ever belch when drinking from a glass?
• watching "Desperate Housewives" -- making SAHM'ism sexy...
• firing the cleaning service, a call to make tomorrow
• stress with work (stress = business trip)
• mister mrtl being away...
• being tired and really needing to hit the sack
• FUCK ME this bottle isn't really empty, is ti???? better order some more of the sweet guava goodness
• i hope I didn't just chip a tooth.
• when I'm walking i strut my stuff -- commercial for wendy's weeeeee!
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Disclosures all included, I think, I'm ready to admit it (lord help me now)...

The thought of being a SAHM totally intrigues me in this moment.

This makes no sense, and I'll tell you why.

• This was such a great weekend with the girls.
• I showed myself that I can get things done despite their presence.
• I'd be stupid to give up my job.
• I really need to hit the sack.
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Update: Thank Andrea for the translation. Yes, maybe you do have too much time on your hands, but you're providing a valuable service.

• ... but really. haven'ts moms been dealing with ehtis on forever I'm not ready to give up my independence.
• should i say that again i there's roast beef stuck in my teeth. or annoys me. should I be totally scared aren't the things that come out when I'm tipsy be the things that are closest to my heart

Part of the problem here is that I'm becoming more of myself these days. The medicine is working itself out of my system. I'm experiencing less and less of the reactions of withdrawal. Less zingy-ness. It scares me more now more than ever that I'm feeling this way, tipsy or not.

Yes, therapy needed now more than ever. I'd held off to this point thinking I was so ... removed?? .. being on meds. Now that I'm getting back to myself, I need to work out some serious issues.

I need to accept the thought of not working as something I'd really like to do... For the girls.

To think it... cutting ties like that... terrifies me.

Weeee! A Live Blogging Event!

10:00 Today is the annual community garage sale. For the next four hours, I shall be trying to hawk my shite. It's bound to be a highly exciting day, folks! Come back, and don't forget to bring cash!

10:05 It's only 5 minutes in and I've made a whopping $74. I may not have time for much blogging afterall.

10:10ish How appropriate with how freakin' cold it is in the shadow of my house that "I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm" is playing?

10:18 I'm cold.

10:19 Bradley's parents have cookies. I was thinking that it's an ingenius way of getting people up the driveway. Should I be surprised that they're selling them?

10:22 I'm going to rearrange stuff. Casting my net if you will.

10:42 If only the Alphabet Pal would go, this sale could be considered a complete success.

10:45 Bradley's mom stopped over to visit. She doesn't have cookies. Apologies.

10:53 I'M BORED! And I can't even knit because I forgot to bring out some stitch markers. WAH!

11:20 Two of the book shelves are gone. Yay! Hopefully some of this other big stuff will go, too.

11:57 I'm cold and now I have to pee. Dinah is saying, "Something's Gotta Give." Damn straight.

Let's talk about other things. Did anyone watch Grey's last night? The penis issue? EWWWWWW!

If I type, my fingers aren't as cold. Maybe I should be off of this boring thing and write something for real since I'm out here for two more hours.

1:34 I'm done and back inside. I actually quit around 12:30, but spent some time dragging everything back into the garage. Still, people came up and followed me into the garage to look. Asking if other things in my garage were for sale.

Till next year...

GET OFF YOUR ASS!

Why am I still sitting here when I have the following To Do list for today?

• Eat
• Eat more
• Experiment with cream cheese, coconut oil and Splenda (does it really taste like cheesecake? what if I add cocoa?) OMG it totally does! weeeee!
• Take toys downstairs
• Clean up the kitchen
• Clean up the bedroom
• Do lots of laundry
• Fold laundry
• Put laundry away
• Pay bills
• Clean up the playroom
• Exercise
• Plug in the battery for my camera
• Knit a bit
• Vacuum the playroom
• Straighten the desk
• Combine other To Do lists to see what I'm forgetting
• Call Florida to thank her
• Email lady doing yoga for kids
• Do survey for Bug's teacher
• Add garage sale stuff to mom's group database
• Get rest of garage stuff to garage and priced

Yes, mister mrtl left today. Why else would I be striving to be more productive?

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For Bente: Mix equal parts cream cheese, coconut oil (I used Spectrum brand) and cocoa (I used Hershey's), plus one packet of Splenda. Do the mixing on a plate, since you'll want to lick it clean (very hard to do with a bowl... I'm just sayin').

Thorny

...Bug, "pretending to be someone who is mean," singing her own version of Laurie Berkner's " I'm Gonna Get You" with the lyrics, "I'm gonna cut you, you better run." Her Little People Farmer was singing this to her Little People horse.

...Mister mrtl, upon realizing that I would not be here for Mother's Day, "But I bought you flowers!" Mister mrtl has only bought me flowers once before ever. It was for Valentine's Day, 2003, which fell three days after learning I was pregnant with Bug. They weren't cut, but miniature potted ones in a cute, heart-decorated basket. About a week later I flew home on my last business trip, leaving him to kill them by forgetting to water them.

Knowing the roses probably won't live till my return, mister mrtl has decided to give them to Bug. Hopefully she doesn't use them to cut anyone.

Contest Extended

Since I need more time to knit, I'm extending the contest a week. Entries are due Monday 4/30. The big weiner shall go forth with her/his own flying spaghetti monster... which had me thinking.

Are there people who would like to participate, but don't want to be sacriligious to UPPER CASE GOD by owning an FSM? I'd hate to alienate those who really enjoy the pasta arts and am willing to come up with a different prize, something non-denominational. I already have something in mind. mwahahahaha! (Don't worry, Krankster, I've got you covered, too.)

Body by Bacon

This morning I weighed in at 130.

that is all

AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!

to be continued

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I'm back. Breathing.

Not that it's anything "serious," or even worth losing the nails on my left hand. Still, I'm panicking.

It's over clothes, really. I shouldn't be so stressed.

Thing is, my presence has been requested at the home office. Whatever shall I wear? Sure, I have business suits collecting dust, but they're all pathetically outdated. I'm hesitant to buy a bunch of new things... ::grumble grumble, whine whine:: because I'm not quite where I want to be weightwise.

My desperation in this situation has led me to do the unthinkable: Atkins. Just till I leave, mind you, because there's no way I'd go back east without fucking up some pastries.

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On another note, Alec Baldwin disgusts me. Maybe Kim IS being a whorebitch, but there's no excuse for him to speak that way to his child. NONE. I'd be a whorebitch in the face of that, too.

I don't know what to say

My thoughts are with the Virginia Tech community.

It's a Contest!

For those of you who still don't know about the Flying Spaghetti Monster, you can go here for information.

Most Creative Use of Spaghetti Photo Contest

Who: Anyone may participate. I am the judge.

What: Use spaghetti creatively.

Why: Win your own plush, hand-knitted Flying Spaghetti Monster.

Where: I don't care where you use your spaghetti.

How: Take a picture of your creative spaghetti use. Submit your photo for entry. Send an email to mrtland at gmail dot com with either the image attached or a link to your posted image.

When: All entries must be received no later than midnight on Monday, April 23 (Alaska time).

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This was the only contest idea suggested, but it was a good one. No surprise it came from Kranki, whose creativity is well known. For her inspiring effort, Kranki shall receive her own FSM.