Why must chocolate taste so good? And why must it have so many CALORIES?!?
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Why must chocolate taste so good? And why must it have so many CALORIES?!?
Comments closedSeveral times a day I find myself thinking up little scenarios in my head. Some might call it daydreaming. I like to call it my very own little fantasy world. In my fantasy world, things always go just the way I want them to. The happenings in my fantasy world are usually sparked by something in the real world that has recently happened. For instance, as I was pulling into the parking lot at work a few minutes ago, I saw a man that looked very similar to a guy I was friends with in high school. I knew it wasn’t really my friend, but I played out an entire interaction with him in my head, even inviting him to the bbq at my house this weekend. In my fantasy world I found out that he is now married, has a baby, and has a job that he loves. He had just met with a client at my office building and was on his way back to the office for the afternoon. He also was very happy to see me and couldn’t wait to catch up. We exchanged e-mail addresses and phone numbers and he was on his way.
Then, there was this morning at work, when I was fantasizing that my mother suddenly had to leave and go far, far, away for three months and that I could have no contact with her whatsoever until she returned. I’m pretty sure that idea came from the fact that she was talking my ear off from the moment I walked in the door until I left for lunch. The last two days with her out of the office were kinda nice. This may be the only time ever in my life that I actually wished for it to be Monday again.
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Izzy is settling in quite nicely. She was really timid the first day or so, but now that she is feeling more comfortable, she is making her presence known with the other animals. Her favorite thing to do is to chew on Zeke’s bone that is almost twice her size. When he comes to take it away from her, she starts jumping at him and barking and it totally cracks me up.
I spent most of my weekend taking Izzy outside to try to get her to pee. I had forgotten how much fun it is to potty-train a puppy. She is doing much better but still goes in her kennel during the night and when we have to leave for more than an hour or two.
Saturday night I watched Zach’s baby-sitter’s kids so she could attend her cousin’s graduation. It was a very good reminder of why I don’t want more than two kids. Keeping up with a 6-year-old, a 3-year-old, and a 10-month-old baby was a LOT of work. The 3-year-old was definitely the most difficult, which totally gave me a taste of what I have in store in the very near future.
On top of the extra kids, our dryer, air conditioning, and oven all managed to go out Saturday night. And, of course, this happened just as I was trying to get dinner fixed for 3 hungry little monsters. Thank God for microwaves! We assumed it had to be something electrical because it was just too big of a coincidence that those things would all happen at once otherwise. We checked all the breakers, fuses, etc. and had no luck. First thing this morning I called our maintenance guy at work and asked him to come take a look at it. Apparently there was some shoddy electrical wiring that had decided to burn up on the outside of our house and we were extemely lucky that it didn’t catch on fire.
Awesome maintenance guy fixed the problem and will come back tomorrow to finish tidying things up for us. When he told me what had happened, and showed me where it was (along with the black marks on the side of the house) I totally freaked out. Our house could have caught on fire…while we were sleeping…with my precious baby and all my animals, and my laptop, and my pictures, and my whole life crammed inside of it. We have renter’s insurance, but some things just cannot be replaced. I just wanted to sit there and cry at the thought of what might have happened. Zach is totally getting extra hugs and kisses tonight!
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This is our new puppy Isabel, or "Izzy" for short. I picked her up yesterday and absolutely fell in love with her the minute I saw her. She is so cute and spunky and she is already very attached to me. If I put her down either in the yard or the house, she just follows me around.
Zach showed his affection for Izzy right away. When I showed her to him he leaned his head over, put his cheek up to hers and gave her a little hug. Since then, every time I let him get close enough, he tries to either kiss or hug her. He doesn’t quite understand how fragile she is though or how strong he is compared to the tiny puppy.
I really hated leaving her at home this morning, but I know she’ll be fine. She’s not very fond of her kennel. She would much rather be snuggling up in someone’s lap. When I left I could hear her whining in the other room. It was almost as bad as the first day I left Zach at day care, but not quite.
Thanks for all of the name suggestions I received! Isabel popped into my head just before I left to go pick her up and as soon as I saw her I knew it was the right name.
Comments closedEvery day at work I am responsible for going downstairs and collecting the mail, sorting it, and delivering it to the appropriate person in the office. Yes, even after four and a half years here I still sit on the bottom rung of the ladder. I don’t mind getting the mail really. In fact, I actually welcome the opportunity to get away from my desk for a few minutes and take a little walk.
My problem with the mail responsibility is that the mail boxes sit right next to the big, fat vending machine that is full of chocolate and salty temptations. There is no way to avoid seeing the contents of that cruel machine when I go to collect the mail. Some days, if the mail doesn’t arrive on time, I have to visit that room two or three times. Every single time I have to tell myself that I really don’t need any of that chocolatey goodness and I especially don’t need any greasy, salty potato chips.
I have worked really hard over the last six months to lose and keep off thirty-five pounds so I really can’t allow myself to indulge in that stuff. I sometimes think if I even look at it for too long the pounds will start packing back on. Some days I really want to give in, put my shiny quarters into the machine, and enjoy every bite of my prize that shoots out of the machine. Then I remind myself that I still need to lose another twenty pounds to reach my goal and suddenly all that junk in the machine just doesn’t look as good anymore.
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