new shooz
I bought a dress on sale at target last week and became obsessed with finding the perfect shoes. . . I mean girly shoes, because I wear clogs and flip flops or crocs all the time. so now I have them but they are so not my typical style that hubby didn't know what to say.
naked foods is cool. they have lots of empty space and most everything there I can get through the co-op, but sometimes it is good to see the product BEFORE you buy a caseload.
we went to the wildlife sanctuary today along with most of green bay. we bought a butt load of corn but none of the geese were hungry and we didn't feel like decorating the rocks so I now have a butt load of corn to feed the squirrels.
hubby is at movies with a friend to see Grindhouse. kids are plugged in upstairs. I could be working on my 4th step stuff, but I am busy avoiding feeling emotional.
I want a new tattoo. I don't know if I want something girlie or my coffee cup idea. today I thought it would be funny to get the chemical equation for sugar tattooed all fancy on my inner arm like it's the diagram for injecting drugs. . . I haven't had sugar in over 100 days. Now that I am smaller, though, my fat head is starting to tell me that I am fat at this weight. fucked up.
I can't wait to go to new york this summer. I think it will be sometime in August if haresh would just call back. hard to plan without input.
walking my dog was fun. I guess I can do that again. walking while carrying a perfectly temp latte would be better!
tomorrow Jos and I visit caroline and when I last talked to her on the phone she was very confused. aren't we all?
naked foods is cool. they have lots of empty space and most everything there I can get through the co-op, but sometimes it is good to see the product BEFORE you buy a caseload.
we went to the wildlife sanctuary today along with most of green bay. we bought a butt load of corn but none of the geese were hungry and we didn't feel like decorating the rocks so I now have a butt load of corn to feed the squirrels.
hubby is at movies with a friend to see Grindhouse. kids are plugged in upstairs. I could be working on my 4th step stuff, but I am busy avoiding feeling emotional.
I want a new tattoo. I don't know if I want something girlie or my coffee cup idea. today I thought it would be funny to get the chemical equation for sugar tattooed all fancy on my inner arm like it's the diagram for injecting drugs. . . I haven't had sugar in over 100 days. Now that I am smaller, though, my fat head is starting to tell me that I am fat at this weight. fucked up.
I can't wait to go to new york this summer. I think it will be sometime in August if haresh would just call back. hard to plan without input.
walking my dog was fun. I guess I can do that again. walking while carrying a perfectly temp latte would be better!
tomorrow Jos and I visit caroline and when I last talked to her on the phone she was very confused. aren't we all?