MY MOLDY MUFFINS AND OTHER DISSAPOINTMENTS

You know what's funny? I spend all my cash like there's no tomorrow (well, after paying all my bills) but I hoard my Weight Watchers points and save those bad boys like I was saving to invest in some prime real estate, my friend. (The said real estate being my ass.)

So, being as I am now a point whore, I do whatever possible to find things I like in the least amount of points possible. There's a bakery in NH(!*) called Chatila's Bakery and all of their products are sugar-free, reduced-fat, low-sodium, and cholesterol-free. They have blueberry muffins for 1 pt...and they're HUGE. There's a bunch of us here at the hall who are slaves to the points, so we order from them and they ship to us. Yipee! 1 pt muffins delivered to my desk.

Their products are amazing and very good. I've never had one complaint until today. I got my wrap bread and muffins and both had mold on it. I called them and it's being replaced - but still....it's tough to see a fat muffin sitting in front of you and not be able to scarf it down. But I suppose it's good to know that their stuff is not loaded with preservatives and chemical shit. Just good, wholesome baking.

Well, save 1 pt for lunch anyhow.

And speaking of dissapointments...

WE had to go to Deer Island in Maine** this weekend for a gig. The thing was, we had NO idea how far it was: 7 hrs. SEVEN FUCKING HOURS OF DRIVING. Oy. Thank God I have my new car with the kick-ass AC and sunroof.

Anyhow, it poured like a hurricane there. I seriously thought I was going to see Noah and his Ark pull up at any moment. I do not like rain unless I am inside in my pajamas watching a movie...then I don't mind it. But if I have to drag my cranky ass through puddles of mud, I'm not the nicest gal to be around.
Nevertheless, our friend Al was very hospitable and bought us a few very nice meals.

On our way home, Amy, Ben and I played some mini golf and took a few swings in the driving range. Let it be known that I cannot swing a driver or hit a golf ball. I'm ok with big balls - basketball, volleyball, etc. but when it's me and the golf ball, it's like David and Goliath and I get my giant ass kicked.

The mini golf was ridiculous. There were no windmills or dinosaurs or anything. The only thing they did was paint a bit of the astroturf blue for water and then a small corner beige for sand. I said to Amy, "hey now - be careful you don't fall into Saudi Arabia over there." Ha. It was funny, but maybe you had to be there.

Overall, the trip was dissapointing mostly because of the driving and rain. Also, I was dissapointed to find out that I don't like lobster as much as I remembered liking it. But Shah liked it in his omelet the next day.

Other than that, things are going just ducky. My life is much less stressed and I find that I'm just generally happier now that my schedule has changed. At first, I felt guilty taking Fridays off (I work M-W at the Hall and teach out of my home on Thursdays), but now I realize that I work most weekends and it's the only real time I have to myself. Wise move on my part. Wise move, grasshopper.

For those of you who also have blogs, two things: 1) I have been a slacker and will catch up ASAP to see how my palies are doing and 2) I have a list of VIP reads on the corner that I keep fixing and then mysteriously dissappears. I don't what the deal is with that, but don't think I'm dissing you - it's something wacky with the code.

Anyhow...hope you're all well and stay away from moldy muffins. That's your health tip from Dr. Taunia.

*I hate NH.
**I hate Maine even more.




- posted by Taunia @ 12:19 PM (0) comments

 
ALL ALCOHOLIC CONSUMPTION SHALL NOW CEASE AND DESIST

Alcohol
+
Taunia
=
BIG FAT JACKASS




I've never been a big drinker. I've never liked beer and it took me almost 30 years to develop a taste for more "adult" drinks like vodka tonics or martinis. I still don't drink very often, it's rare when I do. But for the love of God, I need to figure out how to drink within reason or just not drink at all.

Like I said, I hardly ever drink. I'd say out of the entire year, I find myself fond of the drink maybe 4 or 5 times. The problem is that because I rarely drink, I also have zeroalcholic tolerance. In other words, I become wasted pretty quickly.

Don't get me wrong: I'm a happy drunk. I love everyone and I have no inhibitions at all - which, as it turns out, can also be a HUGE problem. Not only do I have no inhibitions, but I also have no sense of reasoning.

The past two weekends I drank on both Friday nights. This is incredibly rare for me, but I just happened to be in two social situations that I felt like I wanted a nice cold beverage. On both weekends, I drank to the point where I did things that in any other frame of mind I never would have done. There's also portions of each evening that I can't even remember. And I'll tell you what: that ain't good.

I don't think I have a problem with alcohol or that I'm in danger of becoming an alcoholic, but I DO know that my body just doesn't tolerate alcohol very well and I lose control of myself. I'm just embarassed my actions of late - you'd think I was 21, not 32. Time for a change.

I'm not going to lie and say that I'll never have another drink, but I am definitely need to find a way to pace myself so that I don't make myself look like a total ass again. I don't think anyone that I was with was angry or upset because of how I acted, but *I* am embarassed that I behaved like a college freshman.

I wonder if I can get the bartenders to make me a nice chocolate milk....
- posted by Taunia @ 9:07 PM (0) comments