I have a blogger friend that has committed to writing every day in 2011. I am particularly happy about this as I love her. And I am particularly vexed about this because it holds a mirror to my own inadequacies as a blogger (I use that term very, very loosely. I have no delusions about it).
I haven't written because I haven't been doing a single thing besides growing a human.
I have managed to find a few things to pass the time though. I thought I'd share.
The blog, The Foggiest Idea, by the aforementioned friend. She also has a book out of her collected musings. She is smart and funny and beautiful. Check it out. This post is one of my current favorites.
Then there's this. I am not entirely sure I have ever laughed so hard. She writes like I wish I could. It's especially fitting since I'm gestating. So. Freakin'. Funny.
I love Michael Ian Black. I love Tom Cavanagh. I love snacks. Put them together... and you have Mike and Tom Eat Snacks. I'm not sure everyone will like listening to two guys talk about snack foods and the (ir)relevant tangents that arise, but I think it's awesome. Find it on iTunes and listen in the car. Note to self: must buy Crunchy Cheetos...
Speaking of Crunchy Cheetos, I have a few Facebook friends that are giving me shit about my food posts since I'm pregnant. Newsflash, I loved food before I was pregnant, as noted in the now almost defunct dot and cheetah eat (I'm dot). I also have a sister-in-law who takes a not-so-secret-pleasure in the times she hears about me eating something non-organic. I am only human. While I currently have organic, family-farm owned milk, double-fiber whole wheat bread and three different kinds of organic apples in my kitchen, I also have an open bag of Reese's Dark Miniatures, half a Cherry Pound Cake from The Czech Stop and a jar of Silly Cow Farm Hot Chocolate mix. Since I've become pregnant, I have developed a sweet tooth. I am not proud of this. I think it's my body missing the sugars in alcohol and that's a whole different problem. But it is this craving that led me to La Boite Cafe for a pastry and a decaf after yoga the other day. It's basically a train car with a window. And it may be my new Mecca. The Almond Croissant, heated, was divine. DI. VINE.
And finally this:
It is her favorite toy. She's a poster child for dog toys anyway, but she has a special fondness for this crazy octopus. It crinkles when you squeeze it, and if you squeeze it just right, makes this slightly disturbing honking sound. I re-braid the legs for her every once in a while. It's pretty cute. I had gotten one for my sister-in-law's dog for Christmas and had it under our tree. Georgia found it and ripped it open. How did she know?! Had to go get Campbell another one... which he found under their tree and opened it too! It's dog toy gold!
Now go have a good day. As for me, there's an open bag of Reese's calling my name.
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