I wanna go outside and play!!!

Two things happened this weekend...

I got my closets and cabinets all cleaned out, all purged for the moving event!

and

Gavin got grounded three times.

Why three times? Well, that is my fault. I caved and let him go out after not serving his entire punishment for a few reasons.

First, I wanted him to shut up. When he is grounded, he hovers around me and nags constantly. I start to envision one of those shock collars for dogs, but instead of barking, it would zap Gavin for talking.

Secondly, I wanted my house to stay somewhat clean, and the less the children and my father are around, the longer it stays clean...giving me time to clean SOMETHING ELSE.

Anyway, this child managed to get himself grounded three times, and now I have to stick to it because his mouth is really pissing me off. This was the text I got yesterday when I told him he will be grounded all week:

"I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you"

Haha.

The good part about him being grounded is that I can use him for manual labor. My dad is taking the first load of his stuff down to PA this weekend, my mom comes to visit and Andy gets home. Things are going to start to move pretty quickly from here.

The rest of my weekend consisted of trying on all my "skinny" clothes, to further motivate me to diet (starve) for California. I am really hungry. For Peanut Butter Eggs and Thanksgiving Dinner. (and always fondue, but that goes without saying.) I can't get past this certain number. It really is starting to make me mad. I have been hovering on the brink of breaking it for a week. I figure if I can be halfway decent this week and next, then I can have whatever I want next weekend when we go out to SF for the weekend. No children and no diets. Just fun, friends, food and wine. And mojitos. And martinis. And mimosas.

(You get the picture.)

Screw Yoga. And besides, I’m not that flexible anyway.

^{Maybe it’s because of my parents. Or maybe it’s because I DON”T drink enough. Either way, my life is not what you would call “balanced.” I don’t really know anyone whose truly is. There is always something missing in your life…something unattainable and teetering on the edge of “off”.} 

^{I am a passionate person. I love hard, I play hard, I crash hard. I don’t believe in doing things halfway. If I am going to fail at something (which I have plenty of times) then at least I will succeed in failing. And I am okay with that, because I have realistic expectations about my life, and I know that shit is going to happen.}

^{This being said, I am a horrible over-analyzer…to the point it gives me panic attacks. (Hence, the Xanax)}

^{This is a recent gift that has been bestowed upon me, in the last, say, two years… pretty much since I moved to New York. It sucks. It feels like someone is sitting on your chest and you feel, well…panicky. What do I stress out about? All things that I have no control over..that’s why I am stressed. I have a certain amount of faith in my own abilities, and relatively none in anyone else. In the evening, I look forward to taking my Xanax and not stressing out. Have a cup of tea and just sit and relax.}

^{My problem is that I have to stop taking it because I think it’s making me depressed. Well, that and the fact I am depriving my body of delicious things to eat that make me happy. Oh, and there could also be some residual effects from the fact I HATE where I live and it’s miserably cold, boring and dreary. I think that about sums it up. But I think it’s mostly the pills. It’s also made me have almost no desire to have sex, which, for me is highly unusual. So I stopped taking it about two weeks ago and am waiting for my internal fountain to spring once again. And I am going on vacation in approximately 2 months, and then I am moving somewhere where people can breed without medical approval…which will be a HUGE stress while it’s happening, yet relieving at the same time.}

^{Until then, however, if I get one more person explaining the finer points of yoga, I swear I will do some ninja moves on your ass and help you find YOUR inner chi. My brain works too fast to meditate, I don’t look good in spandex and you can call it what you want, but it’s still exercise. You are fooling NO ONE! In the meantime, I will increase my alcohol consumption and sleep a lot.}

^{I open my chakra’s with Mojito’s, baby.}

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