Coming Up For Air

I’ve been on a war path lately.  I mean the eating that’s been going on around here is absolutely out of control.  The amount of sugar I have ingested lately is particularly disgusting, which makes my teeth feel like they have sweaters on, so I’m brushing them like 37 times a day.  Andrea (my bff) sent me some of the world’s best popcorn (well, she sent Sting some) and I’ve seriously been inhaling the stuff for days.  How is it that a gallon of the stuff has lasted this long, I don’t know, because I’ve attacked it with such force each day that I finally have to pry myself away from it, all covered in caramel corn buttery-stickiness, teeth sticking together and jaw LITERALLY aching from all of the crunching.  And seriously, it’s presence in this house, is overwhelming.  All I can think about is that damn popcorn.  And about every hour or half hour or so I go into the pantry and dig it out of it’s hiding spot (because for whatever reason I thought that hiding it from myself would REALLY WORK), intending to only have five pieces, only to walk away with an aching jaw, a stomach ache, and a really active baby, kicking my bladder.

In other food-related news, I made a s’more last night.  Yes, a s’more.  Only one.  For whatever reason, and very similar to when you are getting married and the only thing on TV is wedding shows, there have been one too many commercials, magazine ads, billboards, and random people around here with s’mores.  So I figured out how (in a random magazine at the doctor’s office) to make s’mores in the oven (put marshmallow on graham cracker on cookie sheet in preheated 400 degree oven until cooked to perfection – approximately 3 minutes).  Which is incredibly easy and much better than making them in the microwave.

Let’s see, I managed to eat my birthday pie(with very little help from E) in three days.  And I can’t seem to figure out why or how I managed to gain four pounds in two days.  Hmm.  At least I can blame it on the baby, right?  Ok, enough about food.  Before I forget, I just wanted to say thanks for the wonderful birthday wishes from everyone and for all of the great advice.  And seriously, I wish I had you all hanging out here on a regular basis to inflate my head with all of those compliments, the way that you all did… I was walking around like a bobble-head for the rest of the week.

So, I sat down here today, intending to do a Love List, or some sort of update on Jack and what’s been up with us, but somehow all I managed to do is blabber on about caramel corn, s’mores, and pie.  Now I’m hungry.