I don’t know if it’s me getting old, or the fact that I’m horoscopically blonde (in other words, I’m a doopy doo), but I keep thinking there is a huge bird dive bombing outside of my window. It is only a kite.
Still, every two minutes or so I am like “OMG!” and then look and see that it’s only a kite.
And then, two minutes later, I’m like, “Omigosh!” and than am like, “Oh. Kite.”
Give me 60 seconds, and I’ll be marveling at the size of the raptor outside. Again. Whoops! That was only 30 seconds.
I Darn Thee, Big Kite Raptor!
I wish I could blame stuff on an over-sized raptor in my back yard.
Like why I didn’t exercise for almost 2 weeks. Or why there are huge holes in my underwear. Or crazy third party candidates who have names like Harry Legg.
Artificial Sweeteners, I Dang Thee!
If you have never seen someone grumpy about not having fizzy drinks, she would be me! After drinking fizzies since 1984, I am not happy about drinking water. My husband bought me Canada Dry fizzy water. Now, if you’ve never had the displeasure of drinking that stuff, save your money and let me describe it: it’s so crappy tasting that even the crapmonkeys threw it from the crapcanopies and declared it crappycraptacular.
There. I just saved you a buck. Or two. You can thank me later.
There are several reasons I’m a bit cranky at the removal of the artificial sweeteners. For starters, I’m having to rethink the entirety of all things I’ve enjoyed for 2 decades. Adding to this, I am having to rework recipes completely. It’s going to be a bit of a progress, so when you see recipes calling for Splenda or davincis, I’ll work on those as I can to change them. Oopsies, well I just yanked the salt and sweetener from the original recipe, so you’re good to go there!
Since nixing Aspartame, the feeling has come back to my face, and my nose has been less runny. Today, I had a swig of leftover Diet Coke for kicks. Ever since, my throat is scratchy and my nose is running like Lance Armstrong from Cheryl Crow. I definitely do not miss this stuff. Plus, it tastes like chemicals.
Maybe I just missed the bottle!
So, I reasoned wanting the bottle and told my son to save the bottle. And he did– tossing the cap. So, there you go. Teenagers are no help –and he blamed me for not specifically mentioning to save the cap with the bottle. Because holy hell. I mean, who ever needs a cap to a bottle, right? Overrated holding all of that liquid in, I say.
Weigh-In for the week. I Don’t Dang Thee
Considering last week and its nightmarishness, I am glad I only am the same this week. It could have been the suckapaloosa! I am telling you, between hubby being out of town and being without my favorite fizzy beverages, I was fit to be tied.
I am back on the treadmill tonight, too. I have been having shoe issues and lately all pairs hurt my feet. I feel like the ugly stepsister (They are too tight!) coupled with Goldilocks (They’re too stiff!). Call me Ishmael (You think you’re big, Moby? You should see my ankles, girlfriend! Oh snap!).
By the By… Low-Carb Luxury… Eaten by Raptor? I Darn Thee, Raptor!
What happened to that site which spawned that magazine? Or the magazine that spawned the website?
That was an outstanding resource and now it’s more gone than Amy Winehouse in a crack factory.