I sit here with my family on Christmas night and we’re all watching A Christmas Story and I wanted to watch Elf but find myself laughing anyway at the dumb lamp and the little brother Randy who eats the mashed potatoes like a pig. This is probably going to be my last post of the year and it’ll probably be a long one.
I have … oops, we’re getting to the Eff word part on the movie. The best part. First here's a random picture to prove what a Ziploc Whore I really am. This is my Ziploc cabinet, dedicated to only Ziplocs. Ziploc, I salute you. Thank you for being you!
Anyway, I’ll try not to digress too much.We had the 4th annual cookie exchange, and I’ll post pictures. I tested my sugar tolerance by eating three of my rolo pretzel pecan thingamagigs as I call them and in doing so, it was great because I found I didn’t crave them or find that I wanted more sugar after eating them. At the cookie exchange, I ate one or two of these luscious Oreo balls. They were totally worth it and a friend even shot video of me eating one, but I will not bore you with that explicit footage. I felt I did OK when it came to the sugar intake of the evening and was fine with returning back to my no-sugar routine.
(I just screamed when Ralphie’s dad tried to put the leg lamp together and it fell apart. I forgot that had happened! I’m not doing too well with this post while watching this show. I forgot how much I enjoyed it.)
So, right before Christmas, our family went on a Staycation to Chicago for two nights and we had a great time and did it all: Diva and I went to the Museum of Contemporary Art while the boys took in ESPN Zone, we all hit Lincoln Park Zoo, Gino’s East for pizza, The Bean at Millenium Park, John Hancock Building, the Water Tower, Garrett’s Popcorn, we went swimming and hot-tubbing and cheesecaking and apple-tini-ing. Yep, one night I did a bunch of overindulging in the sugar department and boy, did I feel the major effects. It HURT. An overdose of caramel popcorn, three appletinis, Cheesecake factory Oreo cheesecake and Stefanie’s 5-inch high red velvet cake (how could I resist a cake named after ME, although misspelled!)
I woke at midnight feeling like I had to puke AND you-know-what and that did not feel too good. It felt HORRIBLE. That’s how I used to feel all of the time when I would eat so much sugar. Just YUCK! And it further proved to me that I do not want to live that way. Not at all. Of course, it is Christmas today so I did have a piece of Christmas cake, but will be back on the No-Sugar-Track in no time at all. Like tomorrow!
As for future plans, the Virtual Blog for Blood Drive is soon approaching, and I do hope you’ll consider being a part of it this year! I’m desperately trying to get THE Ellen Degeneres on board to help with the event this year – wouldn’t THAT be amazing? If you have a contact to get in touch with her, PLEASE TELL HER MANIC MOMMY WANTS HER! Regardless, they’ll still be some great prizes because I believe if you build it, they will come! And if you want to donate a prize, whether it’s a pint of your blood or a Starbucks card, I’d love to have you participate! As in the past two years, the Blood Drive will run from January 1 through Feb. 28, so if you time it right, you can donate twice during the event, and all you have to do is send me a photo of you donating blood IN THE CHAIR. More details to follow next week!
I’ll also be video-blogging about some great books I’ve read which will be lots of fun, and will hopefully be giving away some fun reads as well!