Month: April 2003

Aren’t you guys playing the Blogshares game? You know it’s just a game, right? You don’t use real money at all. The game is being reset on May 1st, and I certainly hope I can get more than 3 people interested in buying my stock by then! Sheesh.

Oh, and it’s another sweatshirt day. Hoo boy, what fun weather we’ve had this spring. High only in the 40s? Ya baby. Maybe I could start a fire (in the fireplace, silly) and burn up some of the leftover wood I’ve got from the winter. I started off fine in the fire building department and then after a while we just stopped having them. Today really feels like that kind of day. The only thing killing the somber mood is the florescent pink towel I accidently left hanging out on the deck yesterday. A spot of summer on a very grey day.

So I’m reading this article about Victoria “Posh Spice” Beckham denying rumors that she has or has had an eating disorder and while I personally think she looks like a Q-Tip, I have to take exception to the following quote in the article.

“I mean, I was never anorexic, I was never bulimic, but I was probably very close to it.”

Um, Victoria, I don’t know how to break it to you, but this is like being a little pregnant. You are or you aren’t. You either throw up after you eat or you don’t. And if you want to throw up after you eat, but somehow stop yourself, you still have a problem. Got it? Good. Now go eat a meal, would you? I might actually have to watch the interview on 20/20 tonight.

(Oh, and a funny thing – when reading this article the ad at the top of the screen was for the movie “Bend it Like Beckham”. Heh.)

Today is apparently the only good day this week, so rather than sit inside looking through the windows, I’m unplugging the laptop to go enjoy the nice day. I want you kids to play nicely together. No fighting or I’ll send you to your rooms.

Tomorrow we’re back to 45 degrees and raining. Yea!

If you’ve read any of the Sweet Potato Queens’ books you’ll know what I’m talking about when I say I made “chocolate stuff” tonight. I do believe I’m going to go into a diabetic coma now. Rich isn’t even a strong enough word to refer to this particular dessert-type food. I needed two glasses of milk to go with it. It reminds me of a cross between fudge and a brownie. Sort of like making brownies with very little flour. It tastes great, but whoooooooooooo.

I read that they’re making a sitcom based on the books. I’ll tune in, but I’m wondering if some of the charm will be lost on television.

They are done fixing my car, so I have to go give the rental back. It was a 2003 Saturn L200, and it was just nice to drive a new car. Nothing rattley, everything electric. You know, nice. Not that I’m knocking the 11 year old Nissan, it’s just that it’s not new and sometimes it’s really fun to have that. On the other hand, this thing sucked down MORE gas in three days. I swear, half a tank and I only drove it around town. Like MAYBE 25 or 30 miles, if that. Let that be a warning if you’re shopping for a Saturn, kids.