I taught Brad how to make his own breakfast this morning.
Pretty epic considering the only thing he's adept at making is cereal =P
He was really thrilled that I took pictures of this, as you can tell:
(yes, he learned how to sautee onion and red pepper with eggs cooked in a ridiculous amount of butter)
He thinks he's hilarious, btw, and brilliantly says this before he asks me to make an omlette.
Him: "If a tree falls on a woman in a forest, does it make a sound?"
Me: (half awake, just stumbling downstairs, pre-coffee)
((by the way I am hitting my caffeine addiction for the last time today. Booo.))
"don't say it. or else." *insert groggy squinty-eyed mock-ferocious glare* and continue mumbling something about our family's really kitch/cheesy sense of humour.
Him: "Why is there a forest the kitchen?"
*laughs uncontrollably*
(for at least a minute)
Then I proceed to sit at the table, with a trucker-sized cuppa joe, and dictate to him how to cook.
Between spoonfuls of greek yogurt and the latest book. oh and my horoscope, of course.
A few steps later
Me: "See? That actually doesn't look half bad, brad. Good job!" (and I do say this ever-so condescendingly)
Him: "Of course it looks amazing - because I made it."
The difference between us is three years, a phelps-esque metabolism, a couplethousand million yards of swimming, among numerous other things. And the fact that he thinks he's gods-gift-to-everything. Whereas I'm on the other end of the complex.
ooof.
Annnd I had written the above BEFORE I came downstairs for him to model his new shirt.
Synchronicity at its best I guess.
I told him he was a tool.
So, some bites:
Rained all of today
So I wore gray, and made up
really lame haiku's.
(Actually I think that used to be a store? 5-7-5?
Oh, nope, jk.
It was 5-7-9.
I knew that.)
aha.
^Deer in the yard!
Had a piece of pizza for dinner:
With diet sodaaa. crazymess.
Babysat le cousins
And other un-bloggable nonsense.
Really mixed about commuting to campus this semester.
On the upside, I am taking time to deal with everything that got out of control last semester (and the summer/semester before that, too =/) by living off campus.
On the downside, I feel as though I never know what is truly 'good' for me, that I'm constantly stuck in a cycle of attaching to things that ultimately are going to bring about stability, yea, outward composure, sure..... but so much of life is not about those things at all. So much is about not being complacent. Then the possible flip side - getting stuck in self-destructive patterns.
bleh.
Me attempting to be positive: also why it's good to be home - I have something to rebel against. When someone tells me I have to do something a certain way, I can almost guarantee that I'll do just the opposite. Mostly cos I'm still kind of juvenile I suppose - but more so I find that when you are in a relatively strict environment, you develop more of a passion for what you believe in. Because you have to push against something to carve out your own space. Idk. A tinge of desperation that gives it a spark? Maybe? bahaha...Sorry for the rambly-ness I blame that second glass of wine for this uncorked, unabashed prattle.
Anyways, I guess this kind of gets into what I feel defines "healthy."
From the past - in terms of diet/exercise I started off on the right track. Hit a stride.
Then slowly began to fall apart as it consumed other aspects of my life.
This is the difference between a healthy lifestyle and a disorder.
I'm determined not to let this happen again.
When it impairs your ability to function in your daily life, when you start devoting too much of your energy to worrying about really ridiculous things - that is when it becomes a problem.
Soooo much of this is tied to IMAGE, and the discrepancies between how I feel, and how things are in reality. How I come across to people, and how I see myself.
I use this blog as one of my outlets, I guess. As a crutch to either reaffirm things so I will believe them, or to vent, or to just de-clutter.
For confirmation of some truths I build myself around.
To give my madness a method.
"Shine on me baby, cos it's raining in my heart."
+
this playlist
=
rainy day deliciousness
Pretty epic considering the only thing he's adept at making is cereal =P
He was really thrilled that I took pictures of this, as you can tell:
(yes, he learned how to sautee onion and red pepper with eggs cooked in a ridiculous amount of butter)
He thinks he's hilarious, btw, and brilliantly says this before he asks me to make an omlette.
Him: "If a tree falls on a woman in a forest, does it make a sound?"
Me: (half awake, just stumbling downstairs, pre-coffee)
((by the way I am hitting my caffeine addiction for the last time today. Booo.))
"don't say it. or else." *insert groggy squinty-eyed mock-ferocious glare* and continue mumbling something about our family's really kitch/cheesy sense of humour.
Him: "Why is there a forest the kitchen?"
*laughs uncontrollably*
(for at least a minute)
Then I proceed to sit at the table, with a trucker-sized cuppa joe, and dictate to him how to cook.
Between spoonfuls of greek yogurt and the latest book. oh and my horoscope, of course.
A few steps later
Me: "See? That actually doesn't look half bad, brad. Good job!" (and I do say this ever-so condescendingly)
Him: "Of course it looks amazing - because I made it."
The difference between us is three years, a phelps-esque metabolism, a couple
ooof.
Annnd I had written the above BEFORE I came downstairs for him to model his new shirt.
Synchronicity at its best I guess.
I told him he was a tool.
So, some bites:
Rained all of today
So I wore gray, and made up
really lame haiku's.
(Actually I think that used to be a store? 5-7-5?
Oh, nope, jk.
It was 5-7-9.
I knew that.)
aha.
^Deer in the yard!
Had a piece of pizza for dinner:
With diet sodaaa. crazymess.
Babysat le cousins
And other un-bloggable nonsense.
Really mixed about commuting to campus this semester.
On the upside, I am taking time to deal with everything that got out of control last semester (and the summer/semester before that, too =/) by living off campus.
On the downside, I feel as though I never know what is truly 'good' for me, that I'm constantly stuck in a cycle of attaching to things that ultimately are going to bring about stability, yea, outward composure, sure..... but so much of life is not about those things at all. So much is about not being complacent. Then the possible flip side - getting stuck in self-destructive patterns.
bleh.
Me attempting to be positive: also why it's good to be home - I have something to rebel against. When someone tells me I have to do something a certain way, I can almost guarantee that I'll do just the opposite. Mostly cos I'm still kind of juvenile I suppose - but more so I find that when you are in a relatively strict environment, you develop more of a passion for what you believe in. Because you have to push against something to carve out your own space. Idk. A tinge of desperation that gives it a spark? Maybe? bahaha...Sorry for the rambly-ness I blame that second glass of wine for this uncorked, unabashed prattle.
Anyways, I guess this kind of gets into what I feel defines "healthy."
From the past - in terms of diet/exercise I started off on the right track. Hit a stride.
Then slowly began to fall apart as it consumed other aspects of my life.
This is the difference between a healthy lifestyle and a disorder.
I'm determined not to let this happen again.
When it impairs your ability to function in your daily life, when you start devoting too much of your energy to worrying about really ridiculous things - that is when it becomes a problem.
Soooo much of this is tied to IMAGE, and the discrepancies between how I feel, and how things are in reality. How I come across to people, and how I see myself.
I use this blog as one of my outlets, I guess. As a crutch to either reaffirm things so I will believe them, or to vent, or to just de-clutter.
For confirmation of some truths I build myself around.
To give my madness a method.
"Shine on me baby, cos it's raining in my heart."
+
this playlist
=
rainy day deliciousness
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