You Are What You Eat

Down, down, down. This is why I shouldn't be doing NaBloPoMo. As a sleep deprived parent, everything gets fuzzy when you are overtired. It’s a steep slope descending into the pit. I'm not in my happy place.

It seems Buttercup has her days and nights mixed up. I'm coming off a marathon twenty-two hour dance party. To send me further into a haze, I'm crashing after drinking buckets of coffee that I've used to keep my motor running.

Today it did not take a scale for me to realize that I've put on some weight. I'm starting to feel like a perogie. Damn that full-length mirror that sits beside the computer desk.

I should be as dedicated in going to the gym as I am about blogging. That would prevent my cords from making that swooshing noise when I walk. Of course, January is right around the corner. Right after New Year's resolutions are made, so begins NaGoGymMo (National Go to the Gym Month.) I always look forward to hearing the same annual radio advertisement that sing songs "Look at me, I'm a pear."

Before that comes the most wonderful time of the year. Whether you celebrate Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Festivus or Christmas, if you’re a reader that I know through the blogosphere I would love to exchange some holiday cheer in a snail mail card format. Drop me a quick e-mail to cmcreate at gmail dot com and leave me your address. I promise I won't distribute your info to any third party. It's between you, me and the mailman. I got this lovely idea from Chelle. In thanks for your participation, I’ll insert your name into various carols. Jolly good times!