bored in the barrel

You Are a Chocolate Martini

You’re an elegant drunk, who only likes the best bars and the most expensive drinks.
A bit of a cheapskate, you’re likely to mooch ten dollar drinks off both friends and strangers.
You should never: Drink and dash. You’re gonna get caught leaving someone with the tab!
Your ideal party: A posh celebrity [...]

We got to Chicago friday afternoon, and settled in. “Dinner” was at 6:00 and was grilled cheese and a serving of crispers. A 350ish calorie meal… fine for me, short for Otto. And that was the extent of food for the night. We ended up making a late-night run to 7-11 [...]

I like grapes.
Did you know that for every 100 grams of grapes, it’s 69 calories?
No wonder I like grapes.
I like dirty things.

SprinkleThin
wow.
Now, see… I understand that there really, truly is something to the idea that certain scents trigger various chemical releases, to an extent. But seriously… wow. This is just something too awesome to not share with the whole world. I mean, before now, I was simply imagining dead puppies and cow patty [...]

No, this is not a TMI scenario. One of the problems with being first time homeowners who have never lived in houses before in our lives, is that sometimes things go wrong that normal people know about but you don’t. So, say a toilet starts running. Besides the basic shake the handle [...]

I hate steam cleaning. It is slow and always makes me sweaty, regardless of the temp. I think we need a new vacuum. We had some old one, and it got annoying so we got a bagless. Now the bagless’s suction for the main part (the floor cleaning part) is next [...]

This morning my weight was down 2 pounds from yesterday, where it had been hovering since I got home from Chicago and was able to weigh myself. I’m feeling a little better about the whole thing. I spent most of the time in Chicago unable to really eat on my own schedule, and [...]

I am about to … *gasp* … plan my meals. As in, what I am going to eat on any given day. Then, I plan on eating that. And only that. And nothing more than that.
sigh
I’m so fucking sick of this shit. So fucking sick of feeling unable [...]

Seriously, that’s about my weight change from pre-Chicago to post-Chicago. Five pounds. And, not in the direction that would make this a happy face post.
Granted, I felt like shit the entire time because of a restriction (sometimes self-inflicted, sometimes not) of when I could eat, but by and large, I really don’t think [...]

Gee, wonder if you can guess why I felt the need to take this pic.
Certainly nothing I would ever see here (having nothing to do with the fact that Cary outlaws billboards), and certainly not rivaling Kit’s amish s&m sign….
But on the way into Chicago proper….

see? It certainly wasn’t all bad. But [...]

Chicago was ok… hotter than fucking hell, but ok. There were issues, of course, because Otto’s father’s wife is annoying and such, and holy fuck but I do not like my vacation time regimented and shit… but whatever. It was nice to see/meet people and the kids were totally cool and cute and [...]

Reason number one:
Because sometimes, scale is everything.

Reason number two:
Isn’t it totally cool how surprised she is?

I have found proof of the existance of ancient Smurfs at the Art Institute of Chicago.

See? Told ya.