Mental Notes

1.  I am loved.  I am happy.

2.  When you find yourself thinking "I should probably replace my car battery soon." sooner is most surely better than later.

3.    Master made it all better, as he always does.

4.  The things that plastic surgery can do to you are terrifying.

5.  Thanksgiving sticks around for days.  Luckily I brought home primarily veggies.

6.  Roasted brussels sprouts with kosher salt = crack.

It won't leave my head! I blame a combo of the Wiggles and Buddah

More Cowbell

Its been about a decade since I have attended Camelot Days in TY Park.  I forgot how small it is.  We sort of took the kids around once, my son watched a comedy/magic show, got himself a wand, and we left.  My shopping was a bit limited by only bringing $100 in cash.  I didn't realize by "period" they were not going to have credit card capacity.  Its the 21st century here people.  They have an app for that.  Somehow limiting how much people can spend seems like a bad business plan.  I have three devices that can run a credit card in my living room right now.  Guess there won't be any more non-FLARF medieval outings.

Huzzah!

This past weekend we went out with Hawkke his birthday.  This Argentinian steakhouse place with good skirt steak and better sangria.  We had a blast.  The men more than I, me being the designated driver.  I don't drink much anymore, really.  Its not worth the calories or the hangover.  I guess I am a grownup after all.  And now we have a year of "37!!" to look forward to.  Not being used to red meat, though, I pay the price for days. Now this coming weekend its Camelot Days.   The Muffin Man is doing something low cal this year.  Huzzah for the low cal option!  Maybe I will buy something pretty, since I am out of the plus sizes.  Then again, I am still losing so maybe I should wait.

We got around to the second episode of "The Walking Dead" at last.  Its a really good show so far.  A few years ago, just the preview would have had me up all night clinging to Master in fear.  With his help, in a relatively small amount of time, I am loving this show.  Those first few honeymoon months with someone are nice and all, but "love" is not constant sex and everything is rosy.  Love is him knowing me so well that, after watching a zombie show for 45 minutes, when I stand still in the threshold of our darkened bedroom and pause even though I really have to pee, he knows what is wrong without having to explain, goes and turns on the lights and assures me there are no zombies hiding in the shower.

It was really dark in there.

B has read the whole comic series so far and said it's an amazing series.  Let's face it, with the advent of the glitter covered vampires of Twilight and the release of Zombieland and The Walking Dead, zombies have pulled ahead of vampires in the bad-ass department.  Not being afraid of them makes watching zombie movies and shows much less traumatic.  Apparently not walk through a dark bedroom less, but being with a man who doesn't mind the occasional monster under the bed check for a grown woman does make that easier.

There are several types in a post zombiepocolypse world.  Realistically, I know that I am a body in a house with a bullet in its head because there is NO way I want to live in the zombie world.  Just another upside to atheism.  But if I were to survive somehow, I think I would be the one who executed former family members without hesitation type.  I am not saying I am a particularly cold person.  I just REALLY don't like zombies.  There is a scene in the first episode where the leading man, another man and the other man's son are holed up in an abandoned house.  There are a bunch of zombies on the front lawn and suddenly the kid notices that his mom is one of them and starts crying.  I don't blame the kid for that at all.  But what the hell kind of parent are you that you let your kid go through that.  I know you loved your wife and all, but when your wife starts to try to eat your kids, maybe its time to put a bullet in her brain.

Speaking of people who need a bullet in the brain... the Elizabeth Smart trial started.  We really do need to start executing child rapists and child molesters.  I am kidding, of course, about the bullet.  That is way to quick and painless.  I am sure there is some combo of things from the Spanish Inquisition involving the bowels that would be along the lines of what should be done to these people.  Pedophilia is incurable.  Coincidentally, so is the death penalty.  Use one to cure the other.

I know, I am a bad social liberal?  I am also a mom.

Support

I was reading posts on one of the weight loss support groups I am a member of and this woman's story just plain broke my heart.  (I actually have one on occasion.)  It just came across that the man she was with was not only very critical of her weight (despite being morbidly obese himself) but also not very supportive of her own efforts to make changes.  I also have a friend who's husband fought her efforts to change the family's eating habits for the better.  I know severely obese women with husbands that bring home cheesecakes and bags of candy when they try to diet and have heard 'I'm afraid she will get in shape and leave me" as an excuse.  That's a shitty way to treat someone you say you care about. 

It really made me think how lucky I am that I have had so much support in every step of my weight loss.  When I start to slack, Master is willing to encourage me not to disappoint myself without acting judgmental or disappointed in me.  Somehow doing it alone even would be easier than doing it while being actively discouraged.

I had a fun experience when shopping for the kids' costumes this year.  I was looking at the costumes and realized I would actually be able to buy an off the rack "slutty" costume this year if I wanted.  Since all we are doing is taking the kids around my parents' neighborhood for a bit, it seemed silly to do that in uncomfortable shoes, so I didn't.  But I COULD, and that kinda rocks.

Halloween itself got rained out.  Oh well.