Bed. Now.
Maybe.
*sigh* Why when I have no motivation, it’s for all the wrong stuff…? :)
Polly Gone (1988)
perhaps the worst short film I’ve ever seen in my life.
Just
what
WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL
spinning tits what
For 1988, that’s not too bad. Like Reboot on acid….
Cakes Again
Started baking cake this afternoon for a friend’s daughter’s 3rd birthday. It will be my first at-home princess gown cake. You know, the kind with the doll standing in the cake and the cake is the dress. With fondant, no less. Gotta come up with an idea for how to decorate the sheet cake to go with it, though… that’s a bit more vague in request, which leaves me deciding instead of the customer how to decorate it. I love and hate that, since I have to try to figure out what it is they want/like.
Tomorrow I’ll be decorating the cakes and baking/decorating a cookie cake for another friend. This one, my husband demands, should be in the shape of the Kansas City Chiefs’ arrowhead logo. Maybe. A cookie is simple enough, it may work… but I dunno. This one is only hard because the recipient isn’t big on sweets. At least it’s just a cookie I suppose.
So if everything goes well, I’ll be posting photos tomorrow night of all of them. Hardest part today is keeping my cat out of the buttercream. :\
Sherlock once got stuck in a cabinet trying to see if he could fit, and told Mummy upon rescue that it had been Mycroft’s idea. Mycroft, justifiably enraged, called Sherlock a “twat.”
This was the first time he was ever sent to bed without supper.
(Years later,…
The above article is an update. Her mother went to appeal to keep her out of the psychiatric ward and lost. She will be institutionalized because of her expression of her gender. She will be held until she conforms to male gender and then released to foster care, not her mother who was supporting her.
Please, if you haven’t signed the petition, sign it, reblog it, ask your friends to sign it. We’ve managed to get 40K signatures for a pageant model, we’ve only gotten 11K for a little girl about to have her life ruined. Lets get on the ball and spread the word.
I literally just repeated the f-word until I ran out of breath.
Let me catch my breath. I may go on a cursing spree again as soon as I get it back.
Seriously people…
WHY THE FUCK AREN’T PEOPLE REBLOGGING THIS??
*facepalm* lord
Nightmare
I think I had one of the most terrifying nightmares a person could have. I don’t want to even go in to work because of it. I want to go to hold my son tightly, cuddle with my husband, and go to church.
I hate my brain sometimes.
It’s a start.
I did well today. I ate a light, nutritious breakfast, packed my lunch, and exercised. Granted, I didn’t get the 45 minutes I wanted because we left to see MiB3, but I did well. I only had a diet soda in the theatre. I ate a small sandwich for dinner. I hope tomorrow goes a bit more to plan.
Time to diet
I weighed myself today and said, “Aw crap.” I am officially dieting starting right now. This has got to stop. I’m moving the treadmill to the living room, and I will jog for the entirety of one episode of Supernatural each night. I will pack my lunch, and am only allowing myself to buy flavored water when at work. There’s all sorts of bake sales and barbecues right now for Children’s Miracle Network, but I will only donate money, not pig out.
I feel that by posting this, I’m making it a bit more real. I’m giving myself until Independence Day to lose ten pounds. I know I can do it, and I’m not going to make excuses for myself either. Go me! :)
