Parting of the Sensory
I’m both thrilled and a little horrified that after about a month and a half, I’ve fallen more than a little in love with Weight Watchers again. I mean, as healthy and happily effective as it is, it’s so obsessive compulsive that it’s a little disconcerting. On some days, it almost feels like I have an eating disorder, what with the perpetual need to be mere inches from a computer so I can frantically calculate the value of what it is I’ve just eaten. It’s creepy, yet effective. Ew.
Related but not, here’s a question. Does Beano work? I ask because brussels sprouts and cabbage are perhaps my favorite things in the world to eat and, to put it nicely, they don’t like me. In fact, they dislike me so much that I am no longer allowed to eat them without special dispensation from Adam, lest I smoke him out of the bedroom whilst curled up in the fetal position. His family, incidentally, finds his restriction incredibly cruel, and constantly admonishes him for his refusal to allow brussels sprouts into the home, to which he simply offers up my gaseous self to sleep in bed with them, and see how they like wishing over and over again that they would just DIE already, before the noxious misery knocks them out cold. That usually ends the discussion, but the Beano. I need to know about the Beano, because if I’m going to be stuck sucking down that many vegetables, it only seems fair that I should be able to eat Green Giant baby brussels sprouts in butter sauce without risking divorce.
Unrelated, I read three or four (three! or! four!) posts today that reference the Junior League from people I really like. I’m shocked by this, because frankly, I’ve only ever had one friend who was a member of the Junior League, and she has an infinitely higher tolerance for sweater sets than I do, and does well with organizations like that, whereas I’m not so sure about me. And I guess I’m wondering, uh, what’s it like, and what the hell is the Junior League, and why does it sound so creepy? I guess I just always figured it was Sorority 2.0, and that didn’t work out so well for me, so you can understand my trepidation. Not that I’m considering joining anything, but I’m curious, because my terribly stereotyped impression is likely very, very wrong. Is it one of those Zonta-like things where a bunch of women get together and decide what charity they’ll gather housewares for this week?
Equally pleasant as Beano (I have been nothing but gross lately, and I don’t know why, but I apologize. I APOLOGIZE), we’ve got some backlog in the anal sac department – Sunny, not me, ahem – and God, it’s miserable, because not only is she leaving puddles of fishy ickiness all over the house, but she’s perpetually tossing her own salad and then trying to put her little lips all over us, and while I love her, I can’t, I just CAN’T, and I’ve never looked forward to a vet appointment more in my life. I just overheard Adam tell Sunny in a bright, singsong voice, “Somebody’s got a BUTT SQUEEZIN’ tomorrow! Who’s excited? Who’s excited?”
I am! I am! Oh, I really, really am. But sadly, yet fortunately, that’s about as exciting as things have been around here lately. Except that I might be the only person who doesn’t find Idol’s Chris R. to be at all gross or rapist-like, but instead see him as rather cute, and does that make me attracted to what most people see as a potential sex offender? I mean, he’s no Matt Leinart, who reminds me of a cross between William Kennedy Smith and Robert Chambers, and gives me the creepiest of willies, and for some reason the use of ‘willy’ in that statement gave me the shivers. Blech.
Happy Thursday
*Modest Mouse. I haven’t had time to listen to the whole thing yet, or like, at all, and mostly I’m curious about Johnny Marr’s influence, which is lame, because it’s not like he’s going to break into “How Soon Is Now?” in the middle of an MM song. Jeez.
22 comments March 21st, 2007