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29/11/2008 Looking forward to Christmas...and the dentistI'm afraid to smile. Even in my recent pictures all you will see is me smiling with my lips instead of giving a big grin that reallyreallyreally suits my personality. It's because my teeth are bad. One front one is missing, and another front is broken, and they are turning yellow. It runs in my biological father's side of the family, most of us women has had bad teeth after having our children. Honestly, I thought I was alone..,until I met a friend on Dalnet whose mother has had false teeth since she was in her twenties. They removed all of her teeth after having all three children. Also my husband's mother had her false teeth at age 22. So, well, I guess I'm not totally alone, but really, it's definitely not the norm. I hear today they're really good, you can eat steak and bite into apples...and give big toothy grins to your heart's content, too!
 Hopefully I'll get them extracted before Christmas, and let my mouth heal over the holidays....which means I'll have to do a lot of extra housework, cooking, and Christmas baking before the surgery....I hear you lose a lot of blood, and some people even require blood transfusions........ick. If you are anemic like I am, you'll be needing frequent trips to zzzSlumberLandzzz.  Aaaaaaaaaaaaand, speaking of Christmas....*sigh* another season of stress and craziness. This year, I'm putting in effort. I'll make my very first Gingerbread House. But you know, I reallyreallyreally got oa beef with all that sugar they put on the houses. That icing "glue" is so full of sugar it's enough to give anyone sugar diabetes after a mouthful of the stuff. So, fellow concerned Moms, here's my plan: Melt some chocolate chips, put into a squeeze bottle (you can purchase them from the dollar store) and use that as the glue. It sets quicker, just give it 10-15 minutes in the fridge. After that, make only about a quarter of what you'd normally make in icing. Take a clean paint brush, and lightly paint over the top of the chocolate "glue" so it'll still have the same effect as the traditional icing snow. Pretty neat, huh?
26/11/2008 Dirty and RejectedI feel like I'm someone's favorite food. Yup you heard me right. I present myself to this person, as they desired of me. Rejected by everyone else, they took me and digested me. I made them feel good. I satisfied their hunger. I added nutrients to their bodies, their cells consumed me. They received such great pleasure and they talked about me as if I was the best thing going. They licked their fingertips to get the last crumb and taste. I swim around contentedly in their digestive juices spreading nutrition and satisfaction, feeding the cells one by one. But then something becomes wrong. The cells are consuming me yet they are pushing me out from their bodies. I feel a stronge pulling to a dark, stinking place. Further down the hole I go to that awful place. The pulling is stronger now, and I am bewildered. A feeling of emptiness and darkness envolopes me. I feel myself growing bigger and harder. What is going on? Nobody is telling me! I thought I was doing a good job here! Suddenly I feel pressure. I am being squeezed through another hole. Oh dear it hurts. Harder and harder the pressure is relentless. Then just as soon as it started, it is over. I am now in a frigid environment. I can feel my insides getting colder and colder, the cold is intense. My host is leaving, walking away without a second thought, as if they were relieved to have rid of me. Just as I am thinking such morbid thoughts, I get my confirmation: I hear them mutter "Ah! That felt good!" then suddenly I am plunged into total darkness. I am now, officially, a piece of shit that nobody wants.  19/11/2008 ThinspirationWhew! Another long interval between blogs. First of all I'd like to report I'm down to 125 pounds...w00t!!!! That's how much I was when I married Hubby. (I started at about 160 pounds back in February) A couple of weeks ago I went to Frenchy's to buy some more jeans that were too small on me for "thinspiration". Unfortunately, after selecting 4 pairs and trying them on, one of them actually fit me perfectly, on the other 3 were just snug enough to make me uncomfortable when I sit down! Where is this society coming to? People are more and more heavier than they were even ten years ago! The jeans that were too tight on me a few months ago are too loose on me now. The good news is that Hubby cut down on his fat jokes...but unfortunately he still points out fat women and makes some rude comment. It bothers me when he does that...it just shows that his attitude hasn't changed...it's only the fact I've gotten thinner that he stopped picking on me. Well I'll show him a thing or two!!!!! In the meantime I'll post 4 pictures of my progress. Check out the Thinspiration album! |
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