Can’t talk right now.

I’m busy making  2 dozen Nightmare before Christmas cupcakes, a Ouija board wedding cake, and a Sorting Hat birthday cake.


Bonus points to those of you who noticed that, in my sleep-deprived stupor, I posted a Random Wednesday post last night.

And thanks very much to the ladies over at We Are Not Martha for bringing this recipe into my life. Now I have to go hunt for a fall-ish cocktail shaker and some martini glasses…


You are what you eat?

If that’s true, then all of y’all better stay far away from me because I’m a loaf of bread and a jug of cola.

It’s really no secret that I don’t eat healthy. I’m a mess. I have been ever since I can remember being “on my own”…choosing most times when I was a teen to not eat at all rather than have to take the time and decide what to eat. (Wasn’t necessarily anorexic, just didn’t really have time to eat. In college, I didn’t have the $$ to eat.)

Now that I’m a “grownup”, I have not gotten any better. Only after having 2 kids, I am no longer eating not enough.

I’m eating far far far too much. And all crap.

Plus I’m smoking. Don’t judge, I know, it’s horrible. I didn’t smoke while I was pregnant. Try not to hate me too much.

So! For those of you following along at home, here’s what I’m trying to fight:

  1. Weight. Lots of it. I weigh almost 30 pounds more today than I did the day I had Chuck. BEFORE I gave birth.
  2. Smoking. It sucks, I hate it and I want to quit. With 3 other smokers in the house (and PLEASE don’t lecture me on the dangers of secondhand smoke and babies, I know. I’m taking measures.) and NONE of them being serious about quitting, it’s  hard for me. Especially with the constantly rotating cast of characters coming in and out of our house, who all smoke.
  3. Shape. As in “potato”. I used to run and skate and I was whippet thin. I can barely walk up the hill from my car to the house now without being out of shape. I can’t be this fat and chase after Chuck anymore, and I’m getting to the point where I NEED to chase her.
  4. Caffeine. If it’s not soda, it’s coffee. If it’s not coffee, it’s tea. I get a raging headache when I don’t have any. It’s hard to deal with a screeching baby when I have a headache. See my dilemma?
  5. Bread. I don’t know that I can live without bread. I eat it with 2 out of 3 meals. I love it. Almost as much as my children. HOWEVER. I have lots of indications that I am gluten-sensitive. Which makes me want to weep and wear ashcloth and tear at my hair and grieve like only really dramatic people can. With lots of wailing.
  6. Fast food. You know it’s bad when the people at Jack in the Box drive-thru recognize you at the order menu. It’s even worse when they remember your order. It’s so much easier for those with tiny people to get fast food. However, when you don’t exercise (see #3), that crap just sits in your stomach.

I’m tired of all of it. But I’ve tried to quit all of the above at the same time, and that didn’t work. SO! I’ve been reading.

I read this book.

Then I read this book. And this book. And this book. And this website.

Now I’m reading this book, which is actually written by some people who live near me.

We have one of the best farmer’s markets around, we have the greatest co-op I’ve ever seen, we have passionate vegans living EVERYWHERE, we have a great collection of veggie-friendly and vegan-friendly restaurants.

I’m going vegan, bitches.

I was vegan about 5 years ago for almost a year, (stopped when I started dating a man who ate beef with every meal), and I have never felt better. Meat has always made me feel like crap, and I hardly ever eat it anymore. It’s just a small step for me to go to full vegan.

SO! I’m kick-starting it with this elimination diet (which, for those of you who have been paying attention, I have started and stopped twice 😦 ).  And I am SO THRILLED (seriously, I am super excited) to be making this switch. I vaguely remember what I felt like when I was vegan, and I want to get back there.

I’m tired of living in a french-fry-induced haze.

SO! I AM DONE. There are no more excuses for me not to do this.

I’ve got books. I’ve got people to help support me. Chef is on board to experiment cooking with vegan foods. (he might even quit smoking here in a minute…) This is it, kiddos.

If you’d like to read more about what an elimination diet is and how it works, read this article 🙂

**DISCLAIMER: I don’t know what Amazon Partnerships are, so those links above are just me picking a link for the books. I don’t get paid if you click on them or buy them. I just love the books and wanted to share. 🙂

ALSO! If anyone has any vegan foods/recipes they’d like to pass along, I will love you forever.

My newest love, and the reason I can remember stuff.

I am notoriously disorganized. (see yesterday’s post) I had to HIRE SOMEONE to come into my house and help me throw stuff away because there is some disconnect in my brain that makes me save most pieces of paper I have in my possession.

Then along came Evernote. Evernote has eliminated my need to print every single thing I find on the internet and put it in a binder so I can promptly lose it.

Which cuts down on the amount of paper I’m hauling around.

Which means momma is a happier girl because she’s shuffling less crap around on a daily basis.

So I kind of love Evernote because it doesn’t MAKE a mess and it ELIMINATES my biggest mess-adder.

What is this Evernote you ask? Well, it’s a free website (premium memberships are $45/year, and if you “clip” as much stuff off the internet as I do, it’s WORTH IT) where you can store any or all of the following:

  • pictures of your babies (or your knitting or someone else’s knitting or babies, or pictures of that cool cake you saw that one time)
  • videos (I haven’t yet figured out this one, but I’m sure I’ll have the need to do it later.)
  • recipes for out-of-season ingredients (I inevitably find the GREATEST strawberry recipe just after they’re not in season anymore, and they don’t taste the same when they’re genetically engineered from Mexico)
  • The link to the website where you found your dream wedding dress after searching for 9 months only to find the thing cost more than your car + your fiance’s car (Like this one)
  • a typed note about Couch to 5k that makes no sense, but I’m pretty sure might be important

Plus I’m sure you can think of a thousand ways that YOU can use it that doesn’t involve me blabbing on endlessly about my crazypants “filing system”.

You can file these notes by any category you like, you can share them with your friends/family/coworkers, you can access them through a (free!) app on your Android, iPod Touch, iPad or iPhone….I can clip stuff I find on the internet from my cell phone. I love that.

You can also download a little widget for your internet browser on your computer so when you find something super awesome during your morning ramblings (I get an hour or two while Chuck naps to check blogs, write blogs, play on Twitter, etc), you just click the little elephant that looks like this:

(but much smaller) and you can save the whole website as a picture, just the URL or one single picture.

Since I don’t have a printer on the laptop I have absconded with, this makes it so much easier to reaccess things I need/want to look at later!

I think I’ve blabbed enough. Go check it out for yourselves, you’ll love it.

Purdue also has a great article on Evernote HERE or cnet has a pretty awesome review HERE.

DISCLAIMER: Evernote did NOT pay me to do this review. Although, I would have said the exact same stuff if they did. They most likely have no clue who I am. This whole review is my opinions and my ramblings ONLY.

UPDATE!!! I just discovered that if you highlight something and hit the little elephant button you download for your browser, it automatically creates a note with JUST the highlighted text! AWESOME.

Captain Question

Today was a hard day.

I’ve been researching the hell out of this microinvasion cervical cancer thing, because I feel knowledge is the best weapon in cases like this. The internet is a great resource, and after a morning of surfing while Chuck played with the remote, I felt better.

My doctor meant well enough, in trying to inform me the best he could. But for a man who delivers babies and usually gives good news, having to tell someone their reproduction had come to an end because their baby cooker has gone haywire must be uncomfortable.

If someone reading this ever has a similar problem, my one piece of advice is to ask questions. Lots of questions. And don’t be afraid to ask what you might think is a dumb question, because you need that information so you’re not shocked by things like the fact that you can’t have nail polish on when you go in to get a hysterectomy, or that you’ll have to have radiation afterwards.

Ask questions until you’re sated. Then ask one more. Then make sure you have a number where the doctor can be reached when you have some more questions.

I’m carrying a spiral reporter-style notebook around and writing down questions if I’m not near a computer. I just want to be well-informed when I get to the oncologist.

It pays to learn…cuz knowledge is power! (what’s that from??)

Effing Friday June 18 Edition

Today was an odd day…woke up at the normal time, but about an hour into the morning, my back started spasming, and the backs of my eyeballs felt raw.

So I handed off the baby to Chef, and passed out for 3-1/2 hours of coma-like sleep.

And I don’t nap.

Must have been a little catch-up from Monday’s procedure.

Anyhoo, went shopping with the MIL and she ended up telling me a bunch of stories about Chef when he was little, and a pretty great anecdote about catching a foreign exchange student growing pot in the bedroom closet.

And the pool set-up begins…the thing must weigh a hundred pounds, and it’s a whole lot bigger than I thought! But we got a life jacket for Chuck, do it should be fun.

If it ever gets set up.

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