Queen of Rambles

Walk, walk, walk. That’s all we did today. First we drove around in search of something cool to photograph and ended up on a road that promised a museum and gallery but didn’t deliver. Instead it had an old Viking boat sitting in among the trees, a few private homes, and a dog sledding business complete with wild yapping dogs. We also discovered a really nice little apartment complex area that would be neat to live in. . . if it wasn’t for the yapping dogs across the way. We were walking around for about an hour and they never stopped barking. I’m surprised they get anyone to live down there at all. Shouldn’t there be laws against that sort of thing? Maybe there are. We were pretty much out of town so I guess city laws wouldn’t apply. I took about 30 photos but my batteries are dead now so I can’t upload until tomorrow. I love rechargable batteries. It’s weird how the longer you’ve had them the longer the charge they can hold. When I first got them I was so irritated that I had to change them after about 20 pictures but now they last for weeks. I changed them after getting back from the wedding and that was about 3 months ago. What a bargain. Now I just need to upgrade cameras. This one is getting a bit dated. It only has 1.3 million pixels.

I was having some weird blog-a-verse thoughts today. I found out that Shelley attended a sister college to my college (I went to a very small Christian college. My church has a few colleges through out the country) which set of some odd thought process. Maybe not odd. Just cool and possibly uncomfortable. Like: Wouldn’t it be cool if you were blogging along and started communicating with a really cool person only to find out that they were married to your old flame? Or that they were really your best friend from another chapter of your life? Or, and this is the uncomfortable part, that they were your worst enemy? It could happen. A lot of people are somewhat protective of their names and background so it could take a while to find out such information. It would be kind of cool though, wouldn’t it?

In other news, I’ve decided that Riesens are my new favorite candy. I want some and I want some now! Mike wouldn’t let me buy any and I’m grateful for his intervention but that doesn’t make me any less grouchy. I’m jonesing for those sticky, chewy chocolatey pieces of heaven and have none in the proximity. What happened to my will power? What happened to my diet? I’ve been eating like a pig all week and can’t seem to stop. I drink my two nutrition shakes, eat my fruit and knäckebröd and drink plenty of water. I eat a healthy dinner. Then I go completely nutso and eat a whole bag of candy or whip up some dough and eat it all or make a cake and eat it all. I really hate myself sometimes. If I want to stop being a big fat cow I need to stop eating like a big fat cow. It’s as simple as that. No sugar. None. Nada. Zero. At least we no longer have any chocolate in the house. I put all the chocolate in the freezer in February in the hopes it would deter me from munching. I had a ton of stuff–chocolate chips mainly–but it’s finally all gone. I guess it did help. It took over 6 months for the supply to be depleted. Now I just have to keep it depleted. No purchase of candy allowed.

Maybe my body is just crying out for a few calories. I’ve been doing a lot of exercise so I guess it wants to make up for the deficient. It doesn’t want to be thin. I guess. Nice excuse anyway.

Must repeat to self: Nothing tastes as good as thin feels.

I got that quote from Oprah and I’ve been trying to believe it. I kind of lost all respect for her though because she had Jim Carrey on the show and was going on and on and on about how wonderful Bruce Almighty was. I hated that movie. As a Christian I found it incredibly offensive and as a human I found it incredibly unfunny. I did laugh. I couldn’t help it. But it was not the kind of laugh the creators were going for. It was the “I can’t believe this kind of crap is actually on a big screen and I paid to see it” kind of laugh. Ugh.

On that note, I think it’s time for bed. But not until I tell you our new favorite words. Mike can’t quit saying “wang” and I can’t quit saying “aaaaassssss”. What’s wrong with us? You’d think we were giggly 11 year olds. We’re a couple of goofballs, of that there is no doubt.

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