Thursday, January 08, 2009

A Really Bad Habit and Some Good Memories

OK, it's confession time. I have gotten into the really bad habit of going back to bed after I take Chloe to school. How did this happen? I was in such a good groove of staying up and doing devotions and now I'm sleeping way too late. Grrr... OK, it happened when I was sick and couldn't stand up so I'd have to go back to bed but now it's not a necessity and I'm still doing it. But I'm posting it in the hopes that the thought of another setback will keep my peepers open after I drop my kiddo off at school.

I have started to like coffee- I'm not sure if that's good or bad. But only 8 o'clock coffee. It tastes really good and I never thought coffee had a flavor other than bitter. And it's probably just me and I'm going to get crucified for this but I think that Starbuck's coffee smells and tastes burned. I still like it in a Latte and if I put enough flavored creamer in it I can drink it but still I don't really like it. That was kind of random but apparently I'm in that kind of mood today.

And I finally have a Facebook, um, whatever you call it. I'm not so into it because it's too overwhelming to see what other people have to say- and I only have about 6 friends. My brain really short circuits with all of that going on. But I did reconnect with my friend Vinny yesterday. He and I have e-mailed each other a couple of times over the years since I graduated from college. Vinny was an RA at Southeastern and he and I hit it off my first semester there. He was older than most of the students (11 years older than I ) and was probably more secure in who he was than most. He was one of several friends that I'd have over (and he's one of the people that I cooked my very first turkey for! I have pictures.) and he kind of adopted my parents. He actually really saved my butt one time and kept me from getting in *big* trouble at school (I'm not posting what I did on this public blog, it wasn't *that* bad, Southeastern is just really strict). He's a great guy and I really miss him. *And* I ate at Subway yesterday which I did nearly every day while I was in my last couple years of school- it made me smile.

Tonight I'm making hot wings, curly fries (actually fried, wish me luck), and brownies with ice cream for Travis because the Gators are playing some other team for the national championship. I've actually kind of started South Beach today, probably because I dreamed I was fat last night. I've intended to start anyway but there's nothing like a visual to get you motivated. I'm not sure I can resist brownies though. Besides chocolate chip cookies, they're my Achilles heel. But if I eat the stuff I was already planning on making tonight then I have to start over. And my parents will be in town on Saturday and it's nearly impossible to diet with them around. My Dad has a colossal sweet tooth and has a way of making you crave things you didn't remember existed. I'm sure I'll figure it out. And I do feel very good for not having eaten anything that I'm not supposed to today.

And I finally framed one of my paintings. I worked on this one forever. Actually I got bored with it and put it down forever but finally finished it. And I was really pleased with the way it looks framed. I'm not putting this one up for sale. And I'm probably going to take the other ones out of my shop and frame them too. I really like all of them and I think I might put them all on one wall in similar frames. Except for the sunflowers. They're on a wooden framed canvas so I'd have to have that one framed professionally...maybe one day. And as long as I'm confessing stuff, there seems to be no better way to suck all the fun out of painting than for me to put them up for sale. I'm not sure what I'll do with it but I haven't been painting for a while.

This is what it looks like close up. I think it's one of my favorites now.


Christy said...

I love the painting - I can see why it's a favorite! Nice texture and great color :)
You know, there's never a good time to start a diet. Fat dreams or not. I am stuck watching the football game tonight....wish I had some of that yummy food!
And I grew up drinking 8 o'clock coffee. And though I like Starbucks a lot (and I drink it black), lots of people I know don't like it at all! Wear your coffee drinking with pride, friend! You're in good company :)

Amy said...

Well, I didn't make it past putting the brownies in the pan and I've eaten way too many curly fries. They're really good when they don't come out of a bag. So I put on a pair of baggy sweats and I'm trying to not think about it too much- sigh.

Wow! You drink coffee black? Kudos to you- you are the master.

Ms. Tee said...

Your painting is very pretty and cheerful! I'm with you - I personally think Starbucks coffee is too strong. lol :) And what you said about your dad made me laugh - "he makes you remember sweets you forgot existed". I'll have to remember that one!

Tisra said...

The painting's beautiful. I like the texture, too.

I would have to agree that starbucks coffee is roasted very dark. I recommend their "breakfast blend"- I think you'd like it; it's nice and mellow.

No luck on the diet stuff with me. I have not succeeded in staying away from all the bad stuff. I overloaded during Christmas and now that its all out of the house, I'm desperate (last night I ate a handful of chocolate baking chips!).

Look! Your confessions encouraged me to confess! Ack!

Mary said...

Dieting is not for the faint hearted. I tried it for like an hour and whew...I nearly passed out. I'm like Tisra, getting rid of all the sweets only to find myself craving and making substitutions. I've gotten into the kid's candy stash this week. And no thanks to Christy...I made toffee. OH MY WORD! Had I known it was that easy in my college days, I'd weigh even more. I actually did pretty good today sweets. Only overeating. I did drink only water. Sorry for rambling in your comment box.

Love the painting. Red is just fun and throw yellow in with it and you've got something that makes you smile big. And I really like the faint reflection of someone with a camera taking a picture of her framed painting.