ughhhhhhhhh……i just ate a whole bag of chips! i have been on weight watchers for 3 1/2 months & still can’t seem to eat just a portion of chips. i am recording this in my blog, hoping i will remember how i feel right now. my stomach really hurts. i am hoping this apple will cut through all the fat. i ate well in seattle, but didn’t eat till i felt sick like right now. plus, we walked up a lot of hills after each meal. seattle is more slanty than san francisco.
another sweet from seattle. a really nice person at vu suggested le panier bakery for bread and beechers for cheese for deliciousness. what he forgot to suggest are the really good french macaroons there. they were really pretty and really yummy (the baguette and the signature cheese was equally yummy)
just back from seattle and it was so.much.fun. i can sum it up in this little photo of heaven….cupcake from cupcake royale. the very best cupcake that was ever made. this is a carrot cake one (without pineapple or coconut….hello…..it is CARROT cake) and later i had the mountain huckleberry.mmmmmmmmmmm….so very very very good
i sent them an email telling them how very sad i was not to ever have another one again. do you think that they will feel sorry for me and send me a cupcake or maybe a recipe, IF i promise never ever to share it with anyone?
As usual Dr Boring was NOT boring in Sunday School and had a great start to Matthew 1:1 & 2. One of many things he said was about people in general and for example, that Adam & Eve wanted to eat the forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge. That they wanted to be more than what all the other parts of the garden of Eden were. And that brought to my mind the quote from Marlon Brando’s character from The Waterfront … “I could’ve been a contender…I could have been somebody.” And in the play last night, Three Days of Rain, one of the characters goes mad and one reason was because she, too, wanted to be somebody. She wanted to be significant and contribute to society. Isn’t that why vimeo, youtube, facebook, twitter and blogs exist? To make us feel significant? It’s weird that all this happened to me in just 2 days. hmmmmmm…..
Is it wrong to really love an object? Because I really really like my new sunglasses. Now that I have said that, Murphy’s Law dictates that I will soon lose, step or sit on them. I hope not because I really really love these sunglasses! (PS I just got through working out at the gym and am a leetle pale and sweaty. I am sure I look much cooler in these than the photo indicates! heh heh)
this is what it takes to stay on a diet and exercise regime.
these words have never been used to describe me.
the closest descriptive word to the above used to describe me is stubborn.
ahhhhhhh…the yellow swimsuit…i loved that swimsuit. it had a textured yellow fabric. it really enhanced the tan and i loved the back. it had a big round opening with 3 different colored buttons that buttoned the top of the opening up to the back of the neck.
this was the summer after 8th grade and we took our very first trip outside of texas and oklahoma. we went to visit some friends in la jolla, ca. i felt very awkward in that i was taller than everyone but my dad. my brother john (with the glasses) was only a year younger than me. i grew 3 inches that summer. i was 5’8” which is how tall i am now. it’s funny how i felt then, but now i look back and think i would love to be like that again (sigh).
this was a turning point in my life. i never obsessed with my weight or figure until then. this is where i begun hoping that i would be pretty and started thinking about my clothes. until then, i remember having favorite dresses that i would wear over and over again, but not really think that much about it. it was more fun just to worry about not being bored. after the summer of the yellow swimsuit, i would start obsessing about not having breasts, having very long and skinny arms (oh to have skinny arms!), and working on a smile like cheryl tiegs (i would never have her figure).
my dad is cleaning out the attic and has given me a box of my stuff. i have mixed feelings about it. i love looking at the old photos and cards that mom and dad have kept. i feel somewhat embarrassed about other things: my report cards (my course load wasn’t near what my children had in high school) and my letters to mom and dad from college are kinda’ funny & poignant, yet since i didn’t do well in school academically and it was not one of the happiest times of my life. although you would be able to tell if you read the letters.
and, look at my handprint! it says Ann 1960 which means i was 3 years old. what a wide chubby hand i had or should i say have. like my feet, i have very wide hands…not lebron james wide, but wide none the less.
