This has been the longest week ever. I've been sticking to my Abstinence Month guns though, and for the most part I've been doing well with my diet. I still have an endless parade of all the things I want to eat running through my head at all times like a delicious ticker tape.
Jelly doughnut... Fudge brownies... Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream... Hurricane... Chocolate Chip Cookies... Nutella... Flourless chocolate cake... Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting...
Damn it, anyway.
We took Lily to Yo Gabba Gabba Live! last night. She was the embodiment of sheer, unbridled joy and glee. More on this later.
I think I want to finally move this blog to Wordpress. But I'm not sure I have the time for that.
The new version of Minecraft came out and my Minecraft desktop computer's Windows 7 hard drive died. I'm having a hell of a time reinstalling onto the third drive right now. It might be time to buy another 2 TB drive anyway. Which sucks because I'm swimming in 40GB drives that are almost useless here in the 21st century.
I started taking Zantac last night. I had crazy dreams and fitful sleep that wasn't helped by Lily's need to come in and sleep on the Big Bed last night at 2:30 AM. Today I can barely function. It's a good thing I didn't ride my scooter this morning considering the first time I went on Claritin I ran a stop sign and two red lights in my car. Hopefully this will all even out before the first hard frost.
What are we doing this weekend? NOTHING! GLORIOUS NOTHING!
Miscellaneous crap pertaining to the in-between life of an in-between girl called PikaPikaChick.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Friday, September 09, 2011
Silly mama, there's only one kind.
Me: Lily, what did you dream about last night?
Lily: Pizza!
Me: What kind of pizza?
Lily: Eat pizza!
Lily: Pizza!
Me: What kind of pizza?
Lily: Eat pizza!
Thursday, September 08, 2011
I'm going to bitch about some things
Fuck you, fake food
I used to have a crush on George Duran (warning: Flash). This started back when he had his own show on the Food Network back when the Food Network was somewhat watchable. He introduced me to Venezuelan hot dogs and I haven't looked back since. He's cute, has an interesting story, and I liked his personality.
In the years since his show got cancelled he's become a shill for ConAgra's family of pseudo-food. I'll admit that I'll take Hunts (HFCS-free) ketchup over Heinz any day when I'm not eating my own homemade ketchup -- oh yeah, I'm that homemade ketchup making girl -- but a quick glance at their product list is enough to harden your arteries and send your blood pressure straight up to the ISS.
So that's pretty bad in and of itself. I understand that a man's got to put money in the bank. But this latest PR nightmare blogger ridiculousness? What little respect I had for the guy is completely gone. Nothing says integrity like lying directly to people's faces and trying to make a buck off of hidden camera footage. It's enough to turn a person off ConAgra products forever. Phew -- looks like I don't buy any of that shit anyway.
Note that I still buy processed food from time to time (usually spaghetti sauce). I'm not on any kind of high horse on that front. But it'll be a cold August day in Death Valley before I slop a can of Chef Boyardee onto Lily's plate or fire up any Marie Callender's sodium pot pies.
Here's some more on that particular issue. I'm not even going to go back over blogger-corporate relationships.
Do I regret participating in a local event that benefited ConAgra's Child Hunger Ends Here? Yes on the ConAgra thing, no on the meeting other local people thing. My money's going directly to Second Harvest Heartland and United Way from here on out.
Fat and unhappy
In other news, I have gained five pounds and I'm almost back at my record high non-pregnant weight. I've been eating, oh, everything. And beer... oh, the beer. So much beer. It's time to stop. Good thing September is Abstinence Month for me. So this month it'll be no bird, no mammal, no alcohol, and no sweets. I put myself on a strict 1200 calorie diet and I'm back on the Couch to 5K horse. I'm on Fitocracy (hit me up if you want an invite) and Loseit. I'm skating once a week and trying to squeeze in yoga and exercise videos when Husband is out of the house.
BREATHE
I discovered yesterday that even though I'm in the most painful throes of allergy season and 99% of the time I can't breathe through the left side of my nose, my sinuses clear out when I'm exercising. If that isn't the serious motivation I need to get up off my ass, I don't know what is.
I'm currently on Claritin but that's just not working anymore. I'm going to finish out this bottle like an idiot but until the pills run out or we get a hard frost I'm also forced to take either Benadryl (protip: Sominex is the exact same thing and three times less expensive) plus Afrin or two Sudafed on top of the Claritin.
I'm so going to end up with liver failure. Haven't turned yellow yet, though. And I can sort of breathe!
I love my Baron
Another thing I can bitch about today is the anti-Asian scooter sentiment amongst scooter enthusiasts. The instant you mention you ride a Geely, Linhai, Roketa, Baron, Quinqzi, Kymco, or anything other than an Italian or American brand (except for the revered Honda), they immediately throw their nose into the air and dismiss anything you have to say. Need a part? Walk into a bike or scooter shop and see how fast they drawl, "We don't do Chinese scooters here."
Seriously, I just need a lightbulb.
It's extra hilarious considering the GY6 engine that almost every single Asian 125cc or 150cc scooter has are the exact same GY6 engines in Honda scooters that have been made in the exact same factories for decades.
OK, enough bitching for now.
I used to have a crush on George Duran (warning: Flash). This started back when he had his own show on the Food Network back when the Food Network was somewhat watchable. He introduced me to Venezuelan hot dogs and I haven't looked back since. He's cute, has an interesting story, and I liked his personality.
In the years since his show got cancelled he's become a shill for ConAgra's family of pseudo-food. I'll admit that I'll take Hunts (HFCS-free) ketchup over Heinz any day when I'm not eating my own homemade ketchup -- oh yeah, I'm that homemade ketchup making girl -- but a quick glance at their product list is enough to harden your arteries and send your blood pressure straight up to the ISS.
So that's pretty bad in and of itself. I understand that a man's got to put money in the bank. But this latest PR nightmare blogger ridiculousness? What little respect I had for the guy is completely gone. Nothing says integrity like lying directly to people's faces and trying to make a buck off of hidden camera footage. It's enough to turn a person off ConAgra products forever. Phew -- looks like I don't buy any of that shit anyway.
Note that I still buy processed food from time to time (usually spaghetti sauce). I'm not on any kind of high horse on that front. But it'll be a cold August day in Death Valley before I slop a can of Chef Boyardee onto Lily's plate or fire up any Marie Callender's sodium pot pies.
Here's some more on that particular issue. I'm not even going to go back over blogger-corporate relationships.
Do I regret participating in a local event that benefited ConAgra's Child Hunger Ends Here? Yes on the ConAgra thing, no on the meeting other local people thing. My money's going directly to Second Harvest Heartland and United Way from here on out.
Fat and unhappy
In other news, I have gained five pounds and I'm almost back at my record high non-pregnant weight. I've been eating, oh, everything. And beer... oh, the beer. So much beer. It's time to stop. Good thing September is Abstinence Month for me. So this month it'll be no bird, no mammal, no alcohol, and no sweets. I put myself on a strict 1200 calorie diet and I'm back on the Couch to 5K horse. I'm on Fitocracy (hit me up if you want an invite) and Loseit. I'm skating once a week and trying to squeeze in yoga and exercise videos when Husband is out of the house.
BREATHE
I discovered yesterday that even though I'm in the most painful throes of allergy season and 99% of the time I can't breathe through the left side of my nose, my sinuses clear out when I'm exercising. If that isn't the serious motivation I need to get up off my ass, I don't know what is.
I'm currently on Claritin but that's just not working anymore. I'm going to finish out this bottle like an idiot but until the pills run out or we get a hard frost I'm also forced to take either Benadryl (protip: Sominex is the exact same thing and three times less expensive) plus Afrin or two Sudafed on top of the Claritin.
I'm so going to end up with liver failure. Haven't turned yellow yet, though. And I can sort of breathe!
I love my Baron
Another thing I can bitch about today is the anti-Asian scooter sentiment amongst scooter enthusiasts. The instant you mention you ride a Geely, Linhai, Roketa, Baron, Quinqzi, Kymco, or anything other than an Italian or American brand (except for the revered Honda), they immediately throw their nose into the air and dismiss anything you have to say. Need a part? Walk into a bike or scooter shop and see how fast they drawl, "We don't do Chinese scooters here."
Seriously, I just need a lightbulb.
It's extra hilarious considering the GY6 engine that almost every single Asian 125cc or 150cc scooter has are the exact same GY6 engines in Honda scooters that have been made in the exact same factories for decades.
OK, enough bitching for now.
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