The old monitor is dead! Long live new, bigger monitor!
I actually scored my replacement monitor at a garage scale last week, but I then got very distracted by the new! fancy! laptop! that showed up in a box in my classroom on Wednesday and demanded to be taken home and stroked lovingly for the rest of the week. I had a business trip from Thursday to today and now I'm finally home, listening to my cats engaging in a standoff with some random cat who's decided to make my Adirondack deck chairs his new permanent base of operations, and feeling decidedly overstuffed after my weekend of a lot of eating and not much moving.
The woman who accompanied me on this trip is a bona fide Uber-Mom, in that she packed three travel packs of Kleenex, a flashlight, four bottles of lotion, fourteen cans of diet soda and juice, a bulk pack of Kashi cookies, a bag of chocolate, and a box of Poppycock all in one medium-sized purse. During a minor electrical fire in our hotel, she managed to emerge from the bathroom completely butt-naked from the shower, dress herself in a very tasteful capri pant and brushed cotton jacket ensemble, and apply lipstick in the amount of time it took for me to murmur "I think I hear an alarm", then say, "I don't know if this is something to worry about, but people are running", and then shriek "There is SMOKE and you're going to have to STOP PACKING UP THE POPPYCOCK".
Anyway, spending the weekend with Uber-Mom was spent eating and then eating and then wishing Uber-Mom's mother had never introduced her to food, because this woman? She likes her food, and she likes it in copious amounts at regularly scheduled intervals regardless of how full we were from the meal before. I left for the trip fairly buoyed because the scale was sitting at 213, and now the thousands of pounds of food rotting in my intestines is going to make it a little bit difficult for me to pull off a successful weigh-in for Week #1 of our school's Biggest Losers competition (more on that debacle tomorrow).
I hope everyone's week was good, and I'll check up on you starting tomorrow night. I'm really looking forward to getting back into the swing of eating comfortably, eating well, and never, ever eating Poppycock again.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Update, Part Deux
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Welcome back! That sounds like kind an adventure. What on earth is Poppycock? I'm trying to determine whether or not I should add it to the list of things I am craving.
I am a mom, but not an uber-mom. I know of them and stay very, very far from them and try never to make eye contact.
Welcome back! Glad you managed to escape the clutches of the Uber-Mom and her stash of Poppycock. That stuff is evil--at first you can't get enough, and then you never, ever want to see it again.
Looking forward to hearing about your Biggest Losers competition--sounds potentially cringe-inducing.
Uber-mom sounds fascinating and terrifying all at the same time. The fire, however, is strictly terrifying.
Glad you survived the weekend on both counts and good luck with the BL competition. You don't have to be weighed in wearing a sports-bra and some shorts, right?
Glad you are back. I just got back from KC and an eating frenzy. I know exactly how you feel. No worries though. You will be back in the swing of things before long.
Uber-Mom is both frightening and yet, in her own way, very impressing. I can't wait to hear about the Biggest Loser competition. It has potential to rival the time our teacher showed us "Lord of the Flies" in high school in terms of humiliation, fright, etc.
biggest losers contest??? That sounds scary and fun. I wish you luck and may you be....
The Biggest Loser!!!
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