What the french toast, man?!

Hey Hey Hey Hey..smoke weed everyday

Hey guys! Sorry for my unexplained absence. Don't you just love when I go all blog silent and crap? I actually always feel really guilty about it, but sometimes, $hit happens and I can't blog, and sometimes nothing actually happens, but I still can't blog. But anyways, now I'm back! or so I thought. I was all set to blog up a storm this week, catch you guys up on all the new stuff I haven't talk about AND hit you with my Soap Box Wednesday post. But as fate would have it, the cord that charges my laptop ripped, and I can't really use my computer until the new one I bought on EBay arrives. That is exactly what I wanted to spend some un-budgeted cash on just 13 days before my return to Spain (excited!). Not awesome. But regardless, the real issue is that I've just been absurdly disorganized. My charging cord didn't stop working until Monday. What the hell did I do with my time last week? How can I do better? Where's my car?


To all my everyday bloggers, how on earth do you do it? I don't understand, between "work", poodle-wrangling, poling, and cooking and now attempting to get my Etsy shop off the ground, I often feel like there aren't enough hours in the day to write from that special ranty, profane, and greedy place inside my heart. I keep saying I've got to do better, but I'm actually at a loss of how to do that. So any suggestions would be helpful, because I'm all a mess these days. And that's just no bueno.

Anyways, I'm off to pole. Catch y'all later.

Relapse is a Sumbitch!

So you may recall that in my most recent post, I discussed my addiction the evil drug that is sugar, lambasted our sugar saturated food culture, and vowed to take proactive and reactive measures to greatly reduce my glucose intake for the sake of my overall health, my skin, and my future waistline. But just as everyone else that has struggled with substance abuse, I too have fallen victim to a relapse.  See right what had happened was, I'm currently in Atlanta at a learning institute conference for work. Having arrived at my hotel yesterday, there was of course, a welcome reception, and there was of course a ton of so-so hotel food. To my pleasant surprise, however, the desserts table was actually full of  options that my highly discriminating palette finds not only acceptable, but delicious. Things like french macaroons, mini fruit tarts, mini-cake slices *not* covered in butter cream frosting, and my all time favorite dessert, mini key lime pies.  Like I've mentioned before, I'm not a fan of extreme measures, and I sure as hell don't believe in completely restricting any food I find enjoyable from my diet, but rather enjoy it with conservative moderation. So without really thinking about it, I indulged myself. I mean, there were mini key lime pies AND French macaroons; I wasn't even trying to resist. Things went from bad, to greedy, to girls who eat their feelings. I knew going back for that third plate of desserts was just wrong, and completely out of character for me, but I couldn't help myself. Well, there's a moral to this story. A mere two hours after my third plate of dessert, I was curled in a ball with a MAJOR tummy ache. And about twenty minutes later, I was up close and personal with the toilet of my hotel bathroom. Yes that's right, I retched my guts up, along with 2 mini key lime pies, 4 french macaroons, 2 slices of cake, and a mini fruit tart. [that was probably tmi, but whatevs]

God don't like ugly, he sure hates stupid, and severely punishes the gluttonous.

Guess whose back on the wagon, and walked past the desserts table at lunch today, and kept it moving past the fondue table at dinner tonight?

Lesson Learned!