October 2010


I’ve been solely responsible for polishing off at least 2 boxes of these each week, every week, since about June of this past year.  Miraculously, I’ve maintained my slim figure, although since these are ALL I eat, there aren’t many more calories with which to do battle.  I’m certainly not proud of this dietary dilemma, especially since I am longing for a career in NUTRITION… guess it’s the old “do what I say, not what I do” adage.  Maybe if they weren’t such a crunchy and satisfying balance of sweet carbohydrates, I would be able to resist.  There’s also a sense of nostalgia as my Mom and I inhaled many a package during my adolescent years.

Okay, I’m all out of excuses.  Damn you, Keebler Elves!

Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner

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The Husband (ugh) and I are in financial ruin, and as such, I A) REALLY REALLY REALLY need a job, and B) Can’t enroll in the school that I was hoping to be in by now.  I mentioned how happy I was to finally be on the road to professional development, I even wrote about it here, but now I realize how we can barely afford toothpaste no less a private education.  I’m trying to stay positive and work to dig us out of this mess, but I am placing 90% of the blame on The Husband for being so secretive about the true state of affairs.  I’m only claiming 10% responsibility because I “trusted” him to handle our money.  I mean, he works for a bank… one would think…. ALAS.  I guess I should bite off more than 10% but I’m angry. My life isn’t what I wanted it to be or where I wanted it to be, and I’m trapped.  I’m a scared Mommy raccoon that had its food scraps stolen away and is backed into a corner by a broom-wielding giant who’s out to smack me and my babies out in the cold, and I’m hissing and clawing and trying to fight my way out.

I wish I had something nicer to blog about, I can’t imagine this is much fun to read?

Let’s talk about something happier, like how many packages of Vienna Fingers I can polish off in a week… (it’s about 4).