Beautiful People

Why is it that so many of the cool blogs I like all belong to beautiful people? I read them and they're cool and fun and chic, and then you see a picture of the blogger, and they're tall, skinny, beautiful, not to mention amusing, artistic, talented, and making money from their art... egads, I feel so boring.

Case in point:

wikstenmade

childhood flames

-who is wearing these shoes, which I love!

sew fussy

I like TV

One of the great things about having cable, is the Food Network.

Tonight's TV viewing has been Iron Chef America vs. Iron Chef Japan.

The battles have been:

Bobby Flay vs. Hiroyuki Sakai - Battle of Live Trout (Flay won)

Mario Batali vs. Masaharu Morimoto - Battle of Live Spiney Lobster (Batali won)

And THEN

Bobby Flay & Masaharu Morimoto vs Mario Batali & Masaharu Morimoto - Battle of the Scallop, Sea Urchin, and Langoustine.

Can you imagine being a judge on an episode like this?? I think I'd faint, and then come to, and then faint again. And faint after every dish.

Things to write home about:

Eating soup out of a sea urchin.
Cracking eggs by cutting the top off with a knife.
Fresh REAL wasabi.

This is probably because the retreat is tomorrow...

I feel sick, nauseated in fact, and listless. I will write more about this later, but it's what I call the "Dead Woman Syndrome".

R's advice to me:

go jog around the block or something

punch a squirrel

smell a blade of grass

eat some fruit

As per usual I probably won't do anything that's good for me, because that is part of the symptoms of the syndrome.

I won't go on a jog, I probably won't smell a blade of grass. I could eat some fruit, but I'd rather punch a squirrel, because those are the easiest to catch.

Days like this...

Yesterday my dear, sweet husband planned a most fantastic surprise for me that was foiled, though not through any of his own doing.

When getting the kids snacks, I poured milk over their cookies instead of into their cups.

I stabbed myself no less than 7 times with pins, twice under the fingernail.

When I stepped out of the shower and found that my towel was wet, I realized I had already taken a shower that day, but forgotten about it, and then stressed out about getting a shower.

My Sewing Blog

Not sure if you had a chance to look yet, but it's here. Or you can access it through my profile. Have fun!

Day Interruptus

I didn't get very much writing done today.

My baby smells like cinnamon. I know because we were dancing cheek-to-cheek.

I love Coldplay's Viva la Vida. It is my favourite song. It makes me feel exultant, and like I need to write.

But I didn't get very much writing done today.