Eggs

In the past week I've been a bit obsessed with fried eggs. This is b/c I really need to go grocery shopping (another symptom of my sabotaging myself with "distractions" from my previous post). I've also realized that I can by a whole carton of 12 eggs for the prize of one Chobani. Anyway, through this obsession, I've realized that I've never made a fried egg before (at least not that I can remember). It's amazing to me how delicate eggs are -- not just the yolk -- the white part too. But also how durable they are. I haven't managed to all out puncture a yolk yet. Now I just need to figure out the fine line between over easy and over hard...and all the other crazy names for fried egg types!

Easily Distracted (and Discouraged)

I have a problem. There are 54 days until Andrea and Mike's wedding (thanks to Macy's registry for the exact calculation!)and I'm pretty sure my dress doesn't fit. Its a long and complicated story -- the dress is from JCrew, its the biggest size available and I think it's close to fitting. It has a side zipper though. So, if it's tight, it's pretty much impossible to zip up yourself. And I'm too embarrassed to have someone (especially my mom or Eric) help me with it b/c it should fit.

To be honest, that's not the real problem though. The real problem is that I am easily distracted (and, more importantly, discouraged) from the only consistent battle in my life -- controlling my weight. I have been working on my health for the past year. I finally have a good routine at the Y -- one where I need to go at least twice a week or I start feeling down and wish I could exercise. Who knew that could happen?? And I was going good on Weight Watchers until the middle of June.

But life kept getting on the way and I wouldn't concentrate on it enough -- summer is difficult for that. But I think the thing that really stalled me was that stupid HAT score I wrote about last month. It gave me an excuse that what I was doing didn't matter. That coupled with all of the trips, parties and other excuses. But I honestly believe that I would have strategized more to get through the distractions if I wasn't also discouraged.

I really need to get over it and get my ass in gear. I don't have any other option.

New toy

I'm writing thus on my iPad. That is all.

One of these days

A lot of my life apparently centers around the coffee I make myself each morning (or most mornings -- I don't drink it if I'm going to the Y).

This morning I went to make some Starbucks flavor (a special treat I bought myself at the grocery store on Sunday as a pre-birthday treat) and realized I hadn't made coffee in over a week. I came to this realization due to the mold that was growing on the left over coffee on the pot. So I rinsed it out. And I almost didn't even bother to clean the pot with soap! But then I thought better of it and cleaned it.

One of these days maybe I'll actually learn to dump the leftovers on a daily basis to avoid this whole mold thing all together. But I don't think I'm there yet.

Things I am thankful for today...

-That I can finally open the windows after a very humid week and hear the train whistles (oh yeah, and nature too).
-That my swimsuit that I took way too long to wash no longer smells like lake.

I'm sure there will be more, but for now it's the simple things!

Sharing.

I know I'm supposed to teach Layla to share. But I'm not a fan of her stealing my food -- no matter what I'm eating, she wants it.

I'm especially not a fan of sharing my breakfast of chobani and kashi. It is so good. And I can only have a limited amount every day (I don't have enough Weight Watchers points to eat 2 of this concoction every day!).

Like people say -- sometimes its hard to share. No matter how old you are.

The Kitties

This blog is named "Kitties and Kiddies". I've gone into random aspects of my life that didn't make it into the title and mentioned the kiddie (Layla) once or twice, but, as usual, the cats haven't gotten the attention they deserve.

I love my cats. I may be a crazy cat lady, I'm not sure. But I'm not afraid to admit I love them -- just like I love my kid and my husband. They are my family.

In fact, Brooks was my first family other than the one I was born into. We've gone through so many adventures together and he, as much as any human, has always been there for me. I always say he's the most dog-like cat I've ever known -- he's a lap cat (when he needs some loving), doesn't always land on his feet and loves to be outside. He's been forced to adapt as more and more people (and cats) are added to our happy family -- and always manages to do so after a few dirty looks and perhaps a well placed pile of kitty puke.

Prost, the small-head, greasy-back, diabetic, scaredy-cat deutscher will always be my sister's cat. After all, she saved him in Germany. And I actually think it's quite sweet that when she comes to visit and calls his name, he comes running looking for his mom. But now he's my cat too. Especially since I also saved him from the "evil" Panzer and from diabetic coma. With each curve ball life throws at him, he becomes a sweeter, more friendly cat. But he's still the shy kid hanging out in the corner of the room not exactly knowing how to play with the other kids.

Eric and I joke about whether they're "my" cats or "our" cats. They're mine until he needs to do the cat litter or take Prost to the vet. Then they're ours. He loves them though -- just doesn't always like to admit it. They're also Layla's cats -- Prost is protective of her. He almost always sleeps in her room and comes and harrasses us whenever she cries. Brooks is amazingly tolerant of her. Mostly because he loves to be petted. Even if that petting involved a few tugs and slobbery kisses.

Oh yeah, and they're identical.

I never thought I'd spend my Friday night...

riding my bike to Oshkosh Sawdust days so that we could eat real carne asada tacos and enjoy live mexican music...
trying to convince my child that the ponies and camels wouldn't attack her (I wasn't that convinced myself since there was a sign that said "please do not place small children near camel's mouth") and then wasting $3 so we could see some brown skunks, a few walabies and a sleeping monkey in the "small animal tent"...
becoming a human napkin for that same kid after she finished half her strawberry sundae and decided she wanted to "hang" from my knees...
sharing the shower (my third of the day) with the same sticky kid and putting on my p.j.s at approximately 8:17.
but it was fun!