banana bread--I MADE IT!

i'm sitting on a hard blue kitchen chair. and izzy? izzy is curled up in luxury on the nice wide blue office chair. i'm not saying all chairs need to be blue. if that's what you think i'm saying you're dead wrong. i'm saying that izzy broke her collar and now has a slightly more beefy look. her neck has more girth, if you will. i'm also saying that izzy stole my chair. not only this but she has to look sooo blissful while enjoying it.

the other day i was talking to leeshy loo on facebook and i said "oh! i haven't cleaned the kitty litter out since you left. maybe i should do that today." hee hee. i knew she'd fall for that one. seriously though, being the only one to bear the kitty litter responsibility is a heavy burden indeed. when one writes indeed, one is tempted to follow up with indeedleedoo. admit it. i do. indeedleedoo i do. ok i have to stop.

let's see what else do i have to say? well the other weekend when walking back to the beet's current homestead with bethknee-i've-got-a-delicate-wristed-baby-in-my-bun-oven, we were walking in our own respective ice ruts on either side of the high ice plateau. she brought up something that was an echo of my own past thoughts. what she said was "i can't believe i'm admitting this but i am truly and completely with my whole heart and soul egg. i----am----egg. but you know what's truly shocking? i think i'm greasy friend egg.... except of course when i am hard boiled egg, because i am definately that sometimes." of course this was something i had already concluded long ago, but just the same i was glad she had this moment of clarity and self awareness.

we got on to other things. she mentioned that when she reads her old blog entries that they are always more interesting, funny etc than her current posts. fatima can testify that i often complain of this myself after reading my old ones. i end up wondering if i've lost my spark. i wonder what the why of this phenomenon is. it's very obliging of the baby bean carrier to have similar thoughts as mine. i wonder if this is because there's been enough time past that we can enjoy our posts more and not look at them so critically. i dunno.

so now we're down to the bald facts and that is my car stinks and it stinks bad. i hate to mention it but it needs to be confessed. sometimes confession is putting your thumbnails on either side of a festering, puss filled splinter wound and sharply, without mercy, squeezing it all out. hurts but feels better after and heals, is basically what i'm trying to say. the smell in question began on the day of elicia's wedding. it was a particularily wet 3 weeks what with all the snow and all he extra passengers i've been having, getting in and out and i'm ashamed to say that i deprived whinnie of her floor mats long ago. (they curled up and annoyed me greatly and thus were tossed. don't annoy me greatly. you may be tossed). the smell in question was a kind of wet dog yuckiness. later it progressed to dead wet dog. i told lisa about it. lisa was convinced that my carpets were rotting out. she took matters into her own hands and brought in her portable carpet cleaner. we spent work time on monday addressing the problem. i vacuumed and she cleaned the carpets. (don't give me that accusing look that says " you can't even wash your own carpets when someone is so nice as to loan you their carpet cleaner?? you really take the cake laura ann clarke". i would have done it! she's just a little possessive of her machine and if truth be told she likes to do things herself, so i stood with the fabreeze and tried to be helpful and yet not in the way. you know the feeling.) the next day we put the space heater in my car and had it going all day. after lunch when i opened the door to arrange the heater (i accidentally wrote 'heather' there. hi heather! i miss you!), anyways, opened the door and the puff of heat on my bare arms felt delicious. however, by the end of the day when i got in the car to drive home the heat was less delicious as it was accompanied by a familiar and strong odor. so. i don't know. what if there's a dead rodent in my car somewhere?? ack! this is the new fear. i'm hoping that if i hope hard enough it won't be that at all.

edith's newest library sit com is family ties. the theme song by the way elicia, is "what would we do darling/baby (or something like) without us" and ends in a "sha-la-la-la" that comes right back to you. we watched some episodes and snoozed to some others. there were some good ones, but in some of them it's funny to see things so clearly that i didn't notice when i was a teenager like the difference in some of my values and beliefs than what the keaton family has. it's interesting to compare shows like that to shows today and see the changes in people's thinking in a progression over time.... actually i don't know if that's interesting at all.

so i can't afford boot camp for a while. tuesday i did my abs day at the gym. it was my first time using the woman's area. it's not so bad. there's mats and weights and balls. today with edith tucked under my arm (not really) i went to the creepy school and conducted leg day. it actually worked out pretty well. we had fun. at first we were in this really dark small covered area, but then i was like, why do we have to be under cover? it's not raining. so we went around the corner where there was light. my favourite part of boot camp today was doing the sprints. sprinting is so fun! edith nailed it on the head when she said that it makes you feel like a little kid again. it's true. i don't remember the last time i ran with abandon and gave it my all. it's fun. it makes me feel powerful and free and i'm not thinking about myself at all, how i look, how i'm doing etc. annaylizer judger is turned off and abandon takes over. i've said it before and i'll say it again: fun. f-u-n.