A pic my mom took in Poland. Ah, I miss it.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Sunny days
Had a bit of a heart to heart about work with Fran on the way home last night. She gave me a lift to the subway. Seems all is not wine and roses in her department. I am so lucky to be in mine. Wendy is really a good boss.
Been reading Oscar Wilde's short stories. I guess fables would be a more accurate way of describing them. They're quite spiritual and full of descriptions of physical beauty and jewelled interiors and whatnot. Makes me nostalgic for the fairy tales I used to read as a child.
Had a bit of a heart to heart about work with Fran on the way home last night. She gave me a lift to the subway. Seems all is not wine and roses in her department. I am so lucky to be in mine. Wendy is really a good boss.
Been reading Oscar Wilde's short stories. I guess fables would be a more accurate way of describing them. They're quite spiritual and full of descriptions of physical beauty and jewelled interiors and whatnot. Makes me nostalgic for the fairy tales I used to read as a child.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Diet is blown
Unless of course, someone calls it a chocolate diet, then it's very much on. Cannot stay away from the stuff. I better get back to taking my thyroid herbs. I stopped for a bit to see what would happen, if I would see a difference of any kind. Well, yes, I eat more choccy. On the plus side, I had a chicken salad for lunch, with a small amount of dressing. If I get desperate enough, I might pull Dr. Phil's book out again. At least he says things like "losing weight is not about self-dscipline." Good. Clearly I have none.
In other news, my mom is back from Poland. She came back yesterday afternoon, but I won't see her until the weekend. She told me to bring a big bag to their place so we can take all the stuff that's for us. She's so sweet.
OK, time to blow this joint soon and go home. Must still pick up choccy bunny for husband and baby, though baby will not get to eat it. I don't want him eating chocolate until he's at least two. Oh, yes, a sugared up two-year-old is much better than a sugared up one and a half year old. :)
Unless of course, someone calls it a chocolate diet, then it's very much on. Cannot stay away from the stuff. I better get back to taking my thyroid herbs. I stopped for a bit to see what would happen, if I would see a difference of any kind. Well, yes, I eat more choccy. On the plus side, I had a chicken salad for lunch, with a small amount of dressing. If I get desperate enough, I might pull Dr. Phil's book out again. At least he says things like "losing weight is not about self-dscipline." Good. Clearly I have none.
In other news, my mom is back from Poland. She came back yesterday afternoon, but I won't see her until the weekend. She told me to bring a big bag to their place so we can take all the stuff that's for us. She's so sweet.
OK, time to blow this joint soon and go home. Must still pick up choccy bunny for husband and baby, though baby will not get to eat it. I don't want him eating chocolate until he's at least two. Oh, yes, a sugared up two-year-old is much better than a sugared up one and a half year old. :)
Monday, April 10, 2006
It's a secret!
I have begun a secret diet. That is I am on a diet, but am not telling anyone about it. Well, except for you, of course, gentle reader. That way there are no expectations and if I slip up and have a piece of cake, like this afternoon, nobody will raise any eyebrows. My diet consists of trying to cut down on my sugar. It really should not be that hard because there is lots of sugar in all kinds of foods, but yet, it is hard. Sugar is such a comfort.
I have begun a secret diet. That is I am on a diet, but am not telling anyone about it. Well, except for you, of course, gentle reader. That way there are no expectations and if I slip up and have a piece of cake, like this afternoon, nobody will raise any eyebrows. My diet consists of trying to cut down on my sugar. It really should not be that hard because there is lots of sugar in all kinds of foods, but yet, it is hard. Sugar is such a comfort.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Monday, April 03, 2006
Craziness downtown and other stories
So, weirdo downtown decides to either torch a Tim Horton's or kill himself in a really gruesome manner. OK, I'm no fan of Tim Horton's, but that's taking a statement a little too far. Sticking to Starbucks and 2nd Cup now, let me tell ya!
In other news. Sold a pair of earrings! My first pair! Am now bona fide jewelry designer. Should call myself jewel girl instead of pengirl. Or maybe just Jewel. No, wait, that's been done. Anyway, here they are.
Poor little baby has been sick. He's had a fever for three days now. I hate those three day fevers! Missed a deadline because of it, but I'd miss ten just so he would get better. Mom life that's what it is.
So, weirdo downtown decides to either torch a Tim Horton's or kill himself in a really gruesome manner. OK, I'm no fan of Tim Horton's, but that's taking a statement a little too far. Sticking to Starbucks and 2nd Cup now, let me tell ya!
In other news. Sold a pair of earrings! My first pair! Am now bona fide jewelry designer. Should call myself jewel girl instead of pengirl. Or maybe just Jewel. No, wait, that's been done. Anyway, here they are.
Poor little baby has been sick. He's had a fever for three days now. I hate those three day fevers! Missed a deadline because of it, but I'd miss ten just so he would get better. Mom life that's what it is.
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