Cheese and Life

I bought good cheese yesterday. Double cream Brie and a Goat. I also made the mistake of getting a milkman last week, who brought butter and milk from the farm. This led to me to making Cheddar Basil Scones. So today I ate all of these things and a truly great chicken breast sandwich with the last of the Gorgonzola. Then I made the kids Mac and Cheese, at which time I ate at least two helpings of that. I also had a Nutty Bar and Doritos and Hot Tamales. I topped off the day with a Coke since it's 2:30 and I can't take any of this gorging back.

The thing about all this food talk is that I'm a terribly gluttonous human. If I let myself slip (i.e. good cheese and fresh milk), I fall off of the mountain, wagon, whatever (see the Doritos, Nutty Bar, Coke). In addition to my eating habits, this is how I roll in relation to school, shopping, my makeup, reading, etc. Pretty much anything with the exception of cleaning. SO.

Tomorrow (always tomorrow) I will be trying to etch some positive obsessions into the grain of my life. Like working out (I was good! For a whole 2 weeks in May). And I think I'm going to just quit eating food and stick to KB's Master Cleanse recommendation. Cleanses are tricky for hypoglycemics, but I could possibly find God this way, too, since I hallucinate after about 6 hours without food.

The next time I write, I'll be painfully thin and spiritually evolved. People will be stopping me in the street to address my gaunt appearance and miraculous inner light. Yes, they will probably think that I have a life-threatening disease, but I think I can solve that with wardrobing.

Here's to quitting cheese and looking fabulous(ly sick).

Obsessed: Vacation Planning

I'm a sick vacation planner. Sick. I find myself planning a vacation today for the month of October. It involves Boston, Salem, and Boothbay Harbor, ME. I am nuts about hotels, airline routings, stuff to do, how I will ever get my jogging stroller planeside checked, food we will purchase, packing lists...I think I plan for as long as I am gone, generally. Maybe even longer. It's 1/2 the fun.

The most fun of this 1/2 of the fun is my activity list...Salem is high on my to-do list, and I am really, really excited about the prospect of Nathaniel Hawthorne's house (oh, I'm sure my family will be thrilled) and the House of Seven Gables. I also have a Hocus Pocus Tour on the agenda and Count Orlok's Nightmare Gallery, which will probably make KCjo cry, but looks too cool to miss. We will definitely see the cemetary and all the good witch stuff and buy overpriced Wiccan goods.

I am hoping to do a freedom trail tour in Boston and go on the lobster boat in Maine. Can I fit rubber boots in my carry on?

Stay tuned.

In the meantime, I appreciate any advice you have for Boston (places to go? To eat?), travelling with kids (esp. a one year old---AUGH! Jill B-should you come back, you must have something on this! Kael went to Africa for God's sake, right?!), packing, activity planning...

I Loathe You, Independence Day

I have a tremendous bone to pick with the 4th of July. When I was 17ish (meaning 13 to 19), I remember the 4th of July being all about boating with your best buds and people you didn't know, getting sloshed, trying to waterski, sneaking into the Riv and getting kicked out and soldiering that party through every Independence Day T-storm and on into the night.

Then I grew up, and the 4th of July reared its ugly, patriotic head.

We still go out to the lake every year with the delusions of our youth building the excitement to parade time. Then I get to the parade, and I realize that I am suddenly saddled with children and the desire not to look like a drunk a**hole in public. I have to reckon with the loss of my bikini body, and the knowledge that even if it showed up tomorrow, I'm too old to wear outrageous swimwear on the parade route. Then I see 16 year old tramps living the dream. Laughing and swearing, drinking and smoking...

Tomorrow is D-Day, once again. Tomorrow I will live through another holiday that lost its sacred status so many years ago (7). I will dream about the time when this once special day can return to its former glory...when my children will finally be away from me and old enough to be doing things that I don't want to know about. I will again have a selfish, wild, ridiculous 4th of July. Someday.