Guest Blog: You Can't Help What You Love

Please welcome back Angelia from Living, Loving, Laughing. Check out her interview here. Have a wonderful weekend!!




"Love" and "restriction".

The first thing that comes to mind when I think of love and restriction is food. Yes, food.

Hey, it's better than my second thought, which was the time I got grounded from my first car, a week after I got my driver license. Not for one week. Not for two. It was for SIX MONTHS of restriction. I have videos of the car set to the song, "Cry Little Sister" from the Lost Boys soundtrack. It was THAT bad. What kind of parents do that to a teenager after giving them a CAR for their 16th birthday? Apparently mine, because the LOVED me. Longest six months of my entire life. Still painfully clear twenty-three years later. So you see? Forget the second thought, let's go with the first one. Contemplative cuisine; the snacking, shoveling, and wolfing of it.

I LOVE food. Any kind of food, in any way. An array of delicacy to have affairs with.

Pasta, seafood, sushi, steak, bread, chocolate, dairy, fruit, fast food, slow food, and any kind of mexican -  any kind of bakery goods. Fried, baked, buttered, battered, or grilled - doesn't matter. Like I said, any kind; any way.

I can't even cook. I am a foodie at the mercy of the many fine chefs mastering in their nummy kitchen heaven in the comfort of their domains.

God love em'.

By the way, my sixteen-year old daughter wants to be a chef when she grows up. Coincidence?

I read somewhere that you only savor the first bite or two of jubilant noshing, and after that you are just eating on auto-pilot inhale. Not me. I savor every morsel. Every one. With pleasure. With rapture. With complete and utter devotion to the chew.

Love...

Restriction...

See, here is the scoop. Food lovin' makes me gain weight. My tummy bloats. I get heartburn. It clogs my arteries and gives me muffin top. Well... bigger muffin top (and bigger). Even though I'd like to eat a gazillion calories a day. If I did that, I'd be movable by Mack truck only. So, I restrict myself. Sadly. Tearfully. Does anyone feel my pain?

That's my restriction - the love of nummy, yummy food.

Thanks DramaMama for a lovely visit. It's been great. Now, if you'll excuse me. I hear a Reese's cup calling my name.

Don't forget to leave Angelia some (living), loving (laughing). She might share her Reese's with you too.

Over Here

I would say that bloggers usually fall into two camps - those whose outfits get oodles of compliments in real life, and those whose ensembles warrant snide remarks from strangers. I (shockingly) usually fall into the latter camp, but today it was a pleasant surprise to get oodles of compliments from lovely people on my lace top/pencil skirt. The lace top is new/old, I won it from a giveaway that The Clothes Horse was having. It's a beautiful piece but is so scratchy to wear!

I went thrifting this morning and the haul wasn't significant, but was pretty good.

Two pairs of shoes. Granny tapestry flats and chunky boots that remind me of Margiela tabi boots, without the tabi...

Sequin top!

Long sleeve lace top, by Linda Lundstrom (a Canadian designer). It's really cozy and the lace isn't see through, which is nice for a change.

BSOW: When Nature Calls

It's Friday!! Woot Woot Woot!! I'm always excited for Friday, even though my days don't change much over the weekends. Maybe I'm always so excited about Fridays because I get to introduce you to some really awesome bloggers? Yeah, that must be it, and this week's Best Scoop of the Week is no exception.

She's learned how to "Go big or go home". She gives you fantastic advice on raising happy teenage girls.
She know how to make the most out of a day. She knows how far it is to Heaven and she shows you the way. (this is a must read. It is filled with gorgeous pictures and a great philosophy). She's got an interesting view on family. She's even had an attitude changing moment. Her car dancing abilities are what caused me to get a deep blog crush on her. She's just awesome.

I'm incredibly pleased to introduce you to Angelia of Living, Loving, Laughing.

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If you could CTRL ALT Delete one moment from your life and start over, what would it be?

I have asked myself this very question, many times. What would I change if I could? What is my redo moment? My world is a ball of clay that I can reform by just a crumpling it up and starting over.

I could buy that winning lotto ticket, instead of the losing one. 

I could become that Eastern Airlines flight attendant, instead of not being employed when their strike ended in 1989.

I would have picked the other guy at the bar, and gone flying in a helicopter, instead of selecting to hang with the man who became my second (horribly abusive) ex-husband.

Or that moment of free-fall, when I didn't see the sidewalk end, but stepped off into air. That is, until I feel straight forward, and broke my wrist in not one, but two places. I had to wear a cast for seven weeks, while working in a job that requires typing all day.

The things I could to with a ctrl+alt+delete life moment.

But no, changing something major would make me a different person. I'd have a different life. I'd be in a different town, home, or relationship. All the things I would have missed that have made me - me.

No, I know what moment I would change. It's not any of those. It was a moment of desperate need. I had my iPhone in my pocket, earphone mic plugged in. My mom was on the line and I was talking hands free through the mic. One of our weekly (or every few days chat), and it wasn't quite over. But, I had to go. You know? Number one. And I could not hold it any more, but mom was going on and on and on.

I'm doing the tee tee dance outside the bathroom door.

Finally, I think to myself - just go - she doesn't care. She is my mom for goodness sakes. And I did. Oh I did. And it was SUCH a relief. Ahhhh.....

I was in so much bliss. I wasn't being very observant, so when I turned around to flush the toilet - it was THAT moment. My ctrl+alt+delete moment. My iPhone slide out of my pocket and plopped right into the toilet. Not only just the toilet, but the toilet that was full of wee.

What seemed like slo-mo, I snatch my precious iPhone out of the bowl by the earphone mic cords. It flew up, sparkling and soaked.

Nooooooooo! It was a second. It was only a second in the water. The top was plugged by the earphones. Please, be alive, please be alive, please be alive.

I am drying it off gently, like a I have a newborn babe. I use an anti-bacterial wipe to gingerly swipe the wee away. I am about to give it mouth to mouth, but it works. It's breathing.

My joy is short-lived as I see the water stain under the screen....spreading.....

infecting, and drenching the delicate parts that make my iPhone a part of my hands.

It worked two more weeks, then died for good. My only option was to buy a new one. Warranty does not cover water damage.

When I took it into the Apple store, the man said there was still water inside it when he opened it up. Gee, I hope he washed his hands after, if not, maybe that's HIS ctrl+alt+del moment, yes?

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Thanks for hanging out at my place today, Angelia. Let's all show her some love at Living, Loving, Laughing. Don't forget to stop back in tomorrow for her fabulous guest post. I can't wait.

This post also participates in Friday Follow. I follow back.

Red Writing Hood: Always on My Mind

Prompt: Seeing your ex at the grocery store (from the male perspective).

Oh my god. It’s HER. My mind begins spinning as I turn the corner of the aisle. What is she doing back in town?

The world around me clouds over, the vision of the neatly stacked shelves of spaghetti sauce slowly fades from sight. Her face above me slowly comes into focus. She is sweating, her blonde hair sticking to her face. Her body moves rhythmically with mine. She gasps , shudders, and I hear myself groaning in the wave of climax that rushes through my body. I watch her collapse next to me, running her fingers softly through my chest hair. "You rock my world," she whispers. I remember her getting up, tears running down her face as she dressed and disappeared. Forever.

Or so I thought. I couldn’t deny that she was standing right there in front of me looking as gorgeous as she was the day she left me. Why is she here?  I couldn’t stop myself from thinking. She crushed my heart when she left. I spent a lot of time with the wrong girls in my bed trying to get over her. Not even drowning my misery in a bottle of whiskey over and over again could erase her from my memory.

And here she is in the flesh. I duck my head as she passes by, leaving a trail of her perfume in her wake. She still wears the same perfume. The perfume that could send me out of a bar, leaving my date and my whiskey behind. A song comes on the overhead speaker. I ignore it as I watch her walk down the produce aisle. She takes her time, walking slowly, as if she can feel my eyes watching her. Does she know it’s me? Does she remember?  My mind plays tricks on me, imagining that she smiled at me. I watch her test the firmness of the apple she is looking at. I watch her mouth as she brings the apple to her face.

And there I see it. The single piece of jewelry melded together on her left hand. The stone is large, square, clear. The band is gracefully wrapped in diamonds. Worthy of her. Worthy of her. You weren’t worthy.The chorus of the song playing catches my ears. “You were always on my mind”. Our song. Oh, man. Why this song? Why now?

“Hi. I’d like to make an appointment with Dr. Jones. I haven’t been in awhile.”

2 Truths & a Lie Thursday: Vodka Woes

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Welcome! Tell 2 truths and a lie and make us guess which is the lie.

You've played this game before, so why not join The Scoop on Poop and CA Girl every Thursday by:

1. Grabbing the handy little button on the sidebar

2. Posting your 2 truths and a lie

3. Link up

4. Reveal your lie the next week!

5. Visit others who link up and leave a comment guessing their lie.

It's that easy!! You know you want to play!! Link up today!!

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Last Week's Fact or Fiction

 1. I got a DUI for my 29th birthday.

True. My friends" took me out to celebrate so I gave up my keys. It's a rather long story for another post, but rest assured, I was not actually driving. I got framed. Just remember this: if you are drunk, do NOT sit in the drivers seat with the key in the ignition. It could happen to you, too!

2. I once got so drunk at a party that I locked myself in the bathroom stall and passed out.

True. I was 18. I remember going into the stall, but not how I got out. I have brief flashes of being carried out (and dropped, evidenced by the scar on my knee) and was told that I ruined the interior of the back seat of my friend's new car. Ouch. I've never gotten that drunk again. Talk about a hot mess.

3. Joe Nichols' "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off" was written in my honor. I can drink anything I want EXCEPT tequila.

False. While I would LOVE to claim Joe Nichols wrote a song for me, not only can I not claim that, but tequila and I get along just fine. It's vodka that hates me.

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2 Truths & a Lie

•   1. I have earned as much as $700/week in tips.
• 2. I have been a candy striper.
• 3. I worked exactly 89 days at Target.  

Can you tell the truths from the lie?

Take your guess and come back next week to find out.

Don't forget to link up your fact or fiction post so we can come guess yours!

 

This post is a part of the WOW hosted by BBCG.

~~I need to make a quick note here that I know that I am being a very bad blogger lately. I love and appreciate all your comments, and I promise that when life slows down just enough for me to breathe, I will return the comment love ten-fold. I know that you have busy lives too, and that makes me feel even more guilty. Thank you for your continued love and support. It makes my days easier to deal with.~~

Way Back Wordful Wednesday: The ShamPOO that Started It All

Welcome to Way Back Wednesday with The Adventures of Goober Grape & Monkey Man, The Life of a Sippy Cup Mom!, The Scoop on Poop! and introducing our newest hostess The Nerdy Katie!

Victoria had to step out of doing WBW to make her blog a little more family centered, and we are certainly going to miss her. She's still going to pop in once in a while to add to our WBW links. We know we had to find someone special to fill Victoria's shoes, and Katie was the first person who came to mind! Please welcome her with loving, open arms.

Last week's sports memories were great, There are lots of athletic bloggers out there! And the Little Blond Girl's glasses really completed her uniforms (Jess, we love you!).

Next week's topic is....first dates! Start thinking about those memories. It can be either the very first date you ever went on or your first date with your spouse!

This week's WBW is about first jobs. I remember my first job fondly. I made a whole $2.12 an hour. I was RICH!! Woot Woot Woot!! I was also 14. I had a job many of my friends envied because it also got me discounts. And discounts when you are 14 are where its at, especially when it came to hair.

Why was my first job so special? I was a shampoo girl! I worked for the Hair Cuttery. I even made tips! I got to scrub scrub scrub all day long, and get my hair cut for practically free!

I remember through the misty fog of old age that surrounds my teenage memories....
---the little old lady that came in once a week just for the lone purpose of having her hair washed. She was the sweetest little thing. Her white hair was as soft as I always imagined a cloud would be.
---learning that the less you wash your hair, the healthier it is. That has always stuck with me. (Boy am I glad that you can't see me through the monitor. I'm a hot mess more often then not in the mornings or late nights when I'm blogging. Hahaha).
---sitting at the reception desk and making appointments and counting the till.
---being taken under a hairdresser's wing. I don't remember her name anymore, but I do remember her. If school hadn't gotten in the way, I think I probably would have learned so skillz through her.

This was a fantastic starter job for me. It paved the way for McDonalds, cashiering, waitressing, etc for the rest of my life. Plus? It gave me a feeling of accomplishment having my own money to get the things I wanted.

Make sure you link up below so I can come check your post out!! Happy Hump Day!!!

For more Wordless Wednesday posts, be sure to check out:

Seven Clown Circus

Live and Love...Out Loud

A Beautiful Mess
Unofficial Mom

Wordless Wednesday headquarters

This post is also a part of WOW hosted by Liz @ a belle, a bean & a chicago dog.

Take Me Home (2010) - Trailer - www.takemehomemovie.com

"The Greatest" Trailer (2010)

The latest from Carey Mulligan. You know, the one who should have won best actress at the Oscars for An Education.

Life As We Know It - Official Trailer [HD]

Flipped - Trailer

Looks cute.

Three Times

Excuse me for getting all down on your summer jams, but is anyone else ready to pack up the shorts and tank tops and just transition into the full-length pants and sweaters already? Perhaps I'm just impatient because I have my inspiration for Autumn all planned out? The look is going to be "nerd goth" and I'm already starting to rock it. Wheee, I can't wait to be sullen and read books all season long!

PIN/ONHDT: Taking a Walk on the Dark Side

I recently read something in the newspaper that really got my blood boiling. I'm not one for political discussions, and I usually avoid those conversations that can cause offense on my blog. This one, however, I am going to let my voice be heard on, and I hope that it will come across in an intelligent, serious, yet humorous way. Please be kind in your comments.

Breast Cancer Fraud

www.cosmeticsnatchsurgery.com/donations.aspx

For more on snatch stench (and to laugh your snatch off): Alabaster Cow

Want to make your own Post It Notes? Want to link up? Go on over to Supah's. She'll tell you what to do. 

Want to vent about what your husband/boss/mother/child? Go on over to Kristi's. She'll get you going.

Spicing Up Your Relationship With Romantic Bedroom Games

After spending so many years with each other you might think that you know everything about your spouse. But things are not necessarily as you think. If you feel bored and think you are falling into a routine, you should try to do something to change that. There are many romantic bedroom games available that can give you ideas on new things and fun things that you can do in your bedroom. If

Genie Master

Last week my friend went to a tie-dye party (I am not making this up, these sort of events seem to happen rather often within me social circle), so I gave her a pair of white leggings so she could her worst! I am insanely pleased with the results of this colourful experiment. I am not giving up. 2010 is officially the summer of tie-dye!

P.S. - This picture made me realize how crazy long my hair has grown! Remember when it was a pixie cut? Yeah, me neither.

A Murphy's Law Kind of Summer

If your toddler spends the entire 3 hour trip home awake, just to fall asleep 10 minutes before you arrive, you might be a Murphy's Laws of Parenting victim.

If your toddler uses your brand new white shirt as a washcloth just as you reach him with a baby wipe, you might be a Murphy's Laws of Parenting victim.

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When your toddler is dining out at a restaurant and yells out "Fahk!" and people stare at you in shock, you might be a Murphy's Laws of Parenting victim.

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You wash the couch covers and your toddler immediately pees on it, you might be a Murphy's Law of Parenting victim.

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If you tell your child to eat his vegetables and he shoves them up his nose instead, you might be a Murphy's Law of Parenting victim.

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And last but not least....

 

If you scream at your ADHD child to sit down and shut up and a CPS worker happens to be sitting at the next table, you might be a Murphy's Law of Parenting victim.

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What's Murphy done for you lately?