Last things first: Merseydotes has a list of her Christmas baking at her site and even if you don’t plan to bake anything, you can just follow the recipe links, read the words and look at the pictures and drool. I did this yesterday and I swear I got a sugar high without actually consuming any sugar. On the other hand, I had been mainlining my pan of Nanaimo bars for a few days so maybe I was riding the wave of Wednesday’s sugar high? (wednesday’s sugar high is…full of SUGAR YAY! YAY!)
(Come to think of it, that might be why I staggered to the cupboard first thing this morning, groaning “More…more…more” while reaching for the maple syrup.)
As you may know, monkeypants has a weekly confession booth she opens up on Fridays. This was pomodoro’s creation but then pomo made a gorgeous baby creation and monkeypants took over the Friday confessions. I’ve been unable to confess anything for a few weeks, either because I have reached new heights in my ability to justify my behavior or because I really don’t believe in guilt. It’s hard to say through this hormone and insanely-busy-schedule fog what is actually real so I’m going to go ahead and say that my behavior is fine and so is my ability to judge what is and is not appropriate. To that end, I am posting here my Friday confession, to refer back to at a later date when I might be in a different hormonal soup and think I am a terrible person who just can’t get anything right.
Friday confessions for December 7, 2007
1. I am using my position as EveryAssistantToEverybody to fan the flames of an upper-level office rivalry just so I can watch the explosion.
(But I’m actually kind of proud of that. All that armchair psych is really paying off!)
2. OK so…I had an hour to myself last night so I went to the mall intending to pick up a few specific, small gifts for people but instead bought myself a new bra, moisturizer and two bags of chips. Then the mall closed so I had to leave without any gifts. (except I can always rationalize buying myself gifts. because really, is anyone getting me a bra for christmas? I doubt it [and hope not, frankly])
3. I had frozen waffles with a lot of maple syrup for breakfast with a cranberry juice chaser (and 2 cups of coffee) and my 21-week old fetus is developing The ADD and dancing the hokey pokey as we speak.
Nope – I think I’m just not in a space to feel guilty about anything. In fact I might paste this into my own blog so I don’t forget in a year or so what it feels like to care about myself.
Finally, last week nonlineargirl mentioned remembering a song about Abraham having seven sons, which prompted Heather, who can’t comment here because my spambots think she’s too cool, to look it up and she found out all about Dutch singer Pierre Kartner who performed as Father Abraham and who wrote the original (!) Smurf album.
And a happy Saturday to you all.
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