Ahhh..it is almost that time again.
Now I need to go for a run, or try... and then come home and eat. Yes, defeats the purpose but I just love to eat way too much. Way too much. It may be a problem. I tend to refer to my eating disorder as a completist. A Completist is one who must complete whatever he/she eats. Think of a bag of chips. A completist would never put a 1/2 full bag of chips in the cupboard. He/she would complete the bag. It pretty much goes with anything I eat. And that there is my main problem that causes me to have such a curvey figure....the nice way of saying...FLUFFY
I love to have flowers in my house. For some reason they just make it seem cleaner and fresher. I went and hooked myself up today. Fresh Market has the best flowers. Why's that? Cuz they are always pretty and they are cheap. Oh, and they have stock. That is such an odd name for a flower, "stock" but it is by far my fave ever. It smells so dang good and spicy.
Lynette grows the most amazing tomatoes in her garden. Ever since biting into my first one there is no way I could ever walk into a store and buy one. No way. I also told the farmer this. He looked at me like I was nuts. And says " Never ever buy produce in a store. It is covered in "stuff". You have to have it fresh from the garden, completely organic."
I made up the word "stuff" cuz he used big words that I so don't remember. I thought for a bit about what he said. And realized he just may be right.
In the meantime, Gabe is going on and on about how he met a farmer, what is a farmer, is the farmer our neighbor and when can he tell dad he met a farmer.
Now prior to talking to the farmer (poor guy, really needs a name) I went to a movie called Food, Inc with some friends the other night. Me, I really don't have much of an opinion either way. I love food. I was told it would totally gross me out that I would never want to eat meat again. Ya, the cows are fed corn instead of grass and they are crammed into a tiny area. (I hope I am not offending anyone, it it just the way I see it) But on the other hand, how can a zillion cows eat grass and not run out, there is only so much grass, and it has to regrow. A farmer really can't shut down shop while waiting for the grass to regrow, or afford to buy new plots of land every 2 weeks. So that is pretty much left up to supply and demand to decide.
So maybe I shouldn't talk about something I don't know enough about. I am almost afraid of my comments....real afraid but I am just trying to explain my thoughts based on..umm..me. Do I ever make sense?
Okay so moral of the story. What I learned and have known but really just started taking a bit more to heart is....know where your home is, know where your food's home is and support those who live in homes around you. Yup, that is my fancy way of saying...Buy your food locally. Every time you buy something think of it as a vote. Yup, I am buying a ton of grape tomatoes cuz next year my little farmer on Nutmen Street is gonna grow a ton of grape tomatoes cuz he sells a ton (to me)!!
Ha, very similar to Matilda Jane. You bought a ton of leggings last year, we doubled production for this year and okay...we still didn't make enough..but hey, there's more in Gypsy Blue 2. But you get my point...our knickers weren't huge sellers so guess what, no knickers this season.
So now I have a new goal. That new goal is to buy more locally. I am also realistic and know, I love Dt Coke and I love candy and I love Oatmeal Square cereal. OH, but how I love those tomatoes. WOW.** I just proof read this. My other goal is to be a better communicator. Why is it so hard for me to tell a story without losing track of what I am talking about...hmmm..ADD or it could be the cookies in the oven.
And back to those band-aids. He woke up at 5 am in a fuss that he needed more band-aids. It was so funny, I really think he thinks he is hurt. He says he wants to wear them all over and be the band-aid boy. ya, something to think about for a future occupation.
Now this is what I don't quite get. Joe teases him the other day cuz he has girls shoes on. Which he does not. I have a dress I needed Gabe to try on to see if the sizing was right. He moans and groans, "But mom, it's Matilda Jane". "Yes, I know Gabe but I need you to try it on" I reply. "But mom, it has flowers" he says in a tone a 3 year old should not use with his mother.
All the while Joe is listening in and plotting is move. "Mom, I will try it on for you." "Joe you are too big but wow that is nice of you" I say suprisingly. "No mom, I will but when I get done can I play the Wii?" "No and no" and that was about all I had to say to get him to start crying too.
Nice right...or do I have you confused? First, Joe makes fun of Gabe for his girlie shoes then for real, offers to try on a girls dress all so he can play the Wii. Ya, lets get our priorities straight around her. How about trying it on just for the sake of helping me out. Heck, in that case for the sake of Matilda Jane and all it's customers so we can have a great fitting dress.
A bowl full of Goodness? Well, those aren't exactly Gabe's words. A bowl full of Club crackers, yes, that is his goodness. Loves those things. Me? Well, if you put a ton of that squirty cheese stuff on them, I'll learn to love them.
So what's up with Gabe's band-aid? For no real apparent reason he thought his forehead hurt and we all know what band-aids do..make things feel better. Ya, he woke up last night in a dream talking about his injury (or lack of)
Sorry I have been neglecting the blog lately. I've been kinda zonin' in my own little world lately. I'll get back on the kick soon enough. Until then I must try to clean this house. I swear it is never needing. And for real, I am confused cuz I thought this stuff was supposed to do the cleaning without the scrubbing? Isn't that the bubble's job? It's so not working out.
And lastly I leave you with a real sweet pic I took of the most gorgeous family in my neighborhood. Oh, they are so awesome in every way. An if you could have tasted the bowl of goodness she made me you'd certainly agree. A bowl full of chicken, tomato and red/ yellow pepper soup. I think that is what is what. All I care about is the tomatoes. I'm a fool for tomatoes.
Oh, you guys have the cutest girls ever. It is so fun to see the pics coming in. We started shipping last week so orders are landing on doorsteps daily. The girls have been packing machines. I have tried to help but I realize I am either ADD or dyslexic and that right there is a combination for disaster for a person like me. I cannot pull, pack, nor sort without messing up. I just can't stay focused. I may need to seek medical help. Well, that or let the girls keep cracking jokes about how bad I suck. But hey, who says you have to be good at everything. At least I am good at admitting my faults!
And here's a few more. Now I am off to clean and go to bed.
David said I had to put Adorablity in quotes so you all know I know it is not a real word. But what if I think it really is a word. And who decides what is a real word anyways?
So you wanna have a loser contest huh? Is that what I have been reading? Okay, for those of you who have missed out on winning (and those of you who have won, play fair, no making up fake names/emails) give me your favorite "word". Ha, with the exception of CUTE.
What's a girl to say? How about a HUGE thank you. What a great way to start the season. WOW, thank you. I don't even know what to tell you the best seller is. Right now it's a real tight race and the top 5 change almost momentarily.
Yes, I know I still need to pick the winners. And guess what? I did. Here ya go, Esther Croak, J. Diddy, Julie H, MelanieP, Brian, IGO and Debbie- MJC Groupie all need to email Sam, firstname.lastname@example.org with your address and size.
Oh, you know what I did? I actually went to the gym. Yes, I know you are thinking "so what?" The thing is I am super self- conscious and get way more nervous than one should around people I don't know. I know it is pretty high school of me, but it is me. I made it pretty clear to my friend to meet me in the parking lot cuz there was no way in the world I would walk in by myself. And for real, if she had not, I would have just left.
So today has been a good day all around. A beginning of a new season and a beginning of the brave one in me striking out! Now to do it all over tomorrow is another story.