TGD and I had a date night last night. It wasn't originally planned as a date night but those plans got canceled and since we had already booked the sitter we decided to take advantage. We thought about asking some friends to go with but then thought we needed some couple time since it's been a loooooooong time. It was nice to have a conversation and not get interrupted ump-teen times. Anyways, my husband loves appetizers (and I love food in general) so we ordered some nachos before our meal. Fine. But then I went ahead and got dessert too because, what the hey, we're kind of celebrating aren't we? Well, that's the excuse I used. And of course TGD was all "go ahead, order dessert" blah blah blah. But then when it comes to the table he's too full to eat it so I eat the whole darn thing. Ack! I'm trying to lose the baby weight, not gain more! Anyways, it bugs me when he does stuff like that - like refusing dessert. For some reason TGD gets on these healthy eating kicks where he tries to eat more protein and fruit, etc. He even got some protein bars. And I should be encouraging that because I want him to be around for a long time and he needs to be healthy. BUT, because my husband is a freak of nature he can eat whatever he wants and still be healthy. He doesn't gain weight, his cholesterol levels are awesome - and it doesn't matter what he eats! So for some reason it bugs the shit out of me when he starts trying to eat healthy. Like he's rubbing it in my face "look at me, I don't even HAVE to eat healthy but I'm going to because it's good for me." What?! Who thinks like that?! If I could eat whatever I wanted and still be healthy I would have doughnuts for breakfast every day and ice cream every night. Lunch and supper would mainly consist of breads, baked goods, and pasta. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't ever consume a vegetable unless it was loaded down with ranch dressing. So when I see him eating an orange at night because he needs a snack I really want to take a bunch of cookies and shove them down his throat. But then again if I saw him eating a bunch of cookies I'd be jealous because I want to eat cookies! Poor guy. He just can't win. Although don't feel too bad for him - he does have that genetically superior metabolism/digestive system. Skinny bastard.
BTW, that canadian lady who had all those kids is a whack job. Just my opinion.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Dreams that make me go "hmmm"
Last night I had a dream that I was back in junior high/high school but I was sort of an adult (looked younger but still had the maturity of an adult). Anyways, I was wearing these really tight white jeans that went all the way to my belly button and I had a shirt tucked into them. As if that weren't bad enough my body was shaped weird - my butt and stomach were the same size - same roundness. I looked like a walking egg person. And to top it all off I had my period and was wearing a huge pad (because that's what I used to wear when Aunt Flo made her first visits). Anyways, my jeans were so tight and white that apparently you could see the outline of the pad on my butt because one of the mean girls in my class (I won't name names but she did exist) pointed it out to this boy I had a crush on. But, since I had my adult mind, I was able to tell her to shut up and said something like "so what, I have my period. It's no big deal. Of course I have to wear a pad. Duh." And then I said to the boy "and if you're too stupid and immature to deal with that then I don't want to go out with you anyways."
I have no idea where the hell that all came from. I can only guess that part of it is because I'm supposed to get my period this week. As for the egg shape, well, I am feeling pretty egg shaped these days. You know, now that I'm thinking about it I'm not so sure that my shirt was tucked in. It might have been knotted in front by my belly button. Heinous.
I have no idea where the hell that all came from. I can only guess that part of it is because I'm supposed to get my period this week. As for the egg shape, well, I am feeling pretty egg shaped these days. You know, now that I'm thinking about it I'm not so sure that my shirt was tucked in. It might have been knotted in front by my belly button. Heinous.
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