I’m sure that’s what they’ll be saying in a few years when they (those two cuties in the trees) can put sentences and reason together.
Today was my birthday. Not exciting, not overwhelming. Just a day. My friends were nice enough to get together and get me a spa gift card (I almost left right then to go get my massage) and have cake and ice cream. I definitely have only love for my skanks friends. I’m VERY lucky to have a small group of girls that I’ve know for a few years that I can depend on and drink with (and go to adult toy stores with) and laugh with. I’ve become extremely close with them, and I feel I’m extremely lucky to have my skanks. Don’t worry - it’s a term of endearment.
Back to my blog title. When I get stressed, or sad, or anxious, or happy, or mad, or the kids cry or whine, I eat. I don’t think I’m grossly overweight, but I am overweight. I do eat too much. I eat too much of the wrong thing. If only Dr. Oz and Bob Greene could come in and take over my health. That. Would. Be. Awesome.
Tonight, after I ate chocolate cake with chocolate icing with chocolate fudge chocolate ice cream, I had a HUGE takeout dinner of beef tostadas and the remaining 1/2 of my daughter’s quesadilla (for the 2nd night in a row). Let me tell you. It. Was. Awesome.
Why did I do it? Because I’m sad and tired and a bit depressed. Today I found out that something I really wanted to happen was not going to happen. It would have given my business such incredible exposure. But, things happen, and this is one thing that is not going to happen.
Oh, and my parents are coming on Thursday. Sigh… I LOVE my parents, but they don’t “approve” of my lifestyle of laziness. That means I have to do my quarterly Mom Clean. I HATE cleaning. So I eat. Do you see a pattern?
At least I’m not a drinker (occasional fruity Mama drink) or the title would be “Mama Drinks Because I Cry.”
I bought some Milano cookies today that I hear calling my name…
Happy Birthday! You should definitely be out with girlfriends having a fruity alcoholic beverage. he…he.. I think a lot of moms have the same issue. I don’t consider myself grossly overweight, but my Dr. told me about 2 years ago that I was OBESE. Obese? That was a strong term if I do say so myself. Was it a wake up call? Nope. I still eat and I don’t make time for excercise like I should. I;m just too tired. I know it’s an excuse, but I am.
Head on over and enter my contest for a Target Gift CArd. Maybe that will cheer you up!
Happy birthday! Enjoy your spa treatment…I’m green with envy! My 29th birthday is a week from today…I asked my husband for one of those scrubbing bubbles automatic shower cleaners…not nearly as glamorous as a spa gift. Eat a piece of cake for me!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
It’s mine today too.
jeesh — 31, I barely remember!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
Dude! We are the same person! I hate cleaning and love the eats too.
Oh, and happy birthday! I am so jealous of your new design I may have to get one of my own.
Happy Birthday! Mine is today, I knew I liked you!
OMGosh I love your shameless self promoting!! I had no idea you could buy replacement tops for nuby sippers!!!
Happy Birthday!!!
LOL… this title cracks me up.
HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY!
Happy birthday!!! I have spa envy;)
I eat because I cry too. It’s ok. We have years to get our lives back on the fitness track. Right?
I choose to think of myself not as fat, but as a renaissance woman. Voluptuous. Curvy. Huggable.
Enjoy the cake!
You poor girl! Happy Belated birthday (9/18), eat you some cake, and just let your mamma do your laundry. It’ll keep her from noticing anything else she doesn’t approve of.
Sorry things didn’t work out the way you wanted them to. Happy belated birthday though!
Happy belated b’day… sorry about the biz thing falling through…
you know what they say, when one door closes, go slam their fuckin’ fingers in the window sill, or something like that!
I eat like you do… so i know how ya feel, but splurging on your bday is allowed!
Oh man I’m sorry I missed your birthday! I’ve been a bad reader.
Happy belated! I’m so sorry ABC didn’t come out too. I was really hoping they would. And I’m in total agreement with you! The only thing better than stuffing yourself with Mexican food and chocolate is stuffing yourself with Mexican food, chocolate, and margaritas!