I was tidying up the bathroom and went to move on to the boy’s room. I stopped dead when I saw this:
Berry Boy had apparently decided to measure himself and his brother. With permanent marker.
yeah, I was super impressed.
Interestingly, he also took the time to measure two of their Star Wars minifigures Captain Rex and Obi Wan:
you know, in case they grow.
We just got back from a trip to see family in BC, up North in Dawson Creek. For the entire 11 hour trip there, Berry Baby consistently referred to it as “Awesome Creek”. Because he genuinely thought that that was what it was called. We only wish it was awesome.
While we were there, Berry Guy took all the kids to McDonalds for lunch, where Berry Baby kept asking him for “big knockers”. It took him five tries before he realised that Berry Baby was actually trying to say “binoculars” (he likes to take his fries container and pretend that they are binoculars). He has since improved his pronunciation to “big noculars”.
Which reminded me of when we were in New Orleans getting fast food and the lady behind the counter kept asking us if we wanted a “big assed tea” with our meals. After a few tries (and Berry Boy gasping “she keeps saying the “A” word!!!!”) we figured out that she was asking if we wanted a "big ICED tea”. Gotta love the accent.
Berry Boy had his first day of school before we left for BC. He woke up at 3am the night before school and told us he couldn’t sleep. Excited? I think so.
My Mom has an obese cat. It’s almost appalling how fat this cat is becoming. I was discussing this with one of my nieces who is 10 and she told me “Grandma says we can’t give the cat too many treats. Only THIRTEEN PER DAY!!” And then she snorted. I love that girl.
In other news, I spent an entire day baking 3 kinds of cupcakes and 4 kinds of cake for my parent’s 50th wedding anniversary. I then spent approximately 8 hours decorating said cupcakes and cakes with my 15yr old niece. It was SO MUCH FUN!! She had thought out some really awesome designs and we put them onto the cakes together. They turned out beautifully. I will maybe post a picture or two when I get some. Cake is fun. And fattening. I will now go run a hundred miles to make up for the amount of buttercream I have sampled.
This morning, for breakfast, I had buttercream icing with a side of cupcake.
I know. It’s disgusting.
I only mention it because it seems like every time I’m on Facebook I see these ads that say stuff like “Jennifer Lopez lost 50 bazillion pounds of belly fat by following this! amazing! diet secret!”. I’ll tell you, I don’t need to click on the ad to find out how she did it. I already know. She did it by not eating cupcakes slathered in buttercream icing for breakfast.
At least, I’m pretty sure that’s her secret.
So after work (and the cupcake) I got home for lunch, starving, and I scarfed down a platter of nachos. With sour cream. I am a total rock star when it comes to this nutrition thing.
Rock. Star.
Pretty much every running magazine that I read has articles saying “need to lose 10lbs?” or “can’t get off that last 5?” and promising all kinds of weight loss secrets that we might not know yet, and I keep thinking, “yes, I do need to lose 5lbs, but I’m pretty sure it’s not going to happen until I stop eating like crap”.
Except, I really really really like eating cupcakes and nachos. Like really a lot.
So anyway. I’ve started this cupcake thing where people pay me to gain weight make pretty cupcakes for their weddings. It’s super fun, and I’m not too bad at it. And I found this killer buttercream icing recipe that I can’t (evidently) get enough of.
Since I have this new Cupcake Problem, I figured it would be a good idea to put the money I’m getting toward some new running clothes (hello Lululemon – I’ve missed you and your overpriced but super cute workout clothes), since I am going to have to start running some of Suzy’s 100mile weeks in order to counteract some of this buttercream.
Because here’s the thing. I’m a lateish 30-something-ish, and the running just isn’t totally doing the trick anymore. Apparently, you can’t eat like crap and expect to run it off forever. You have to keep running a lot AND eat better.
Sucks.
So I bought some sweet running capris and the short sleeved running t-shirt that I’ve been wanting for the last year. I’m hoping that they inspire me to greatness. Or at least less buttercream. Those capris are tight.
