My mind is full and my tummy (was) empty...

and when you mind is full and your tummy is empty, it's hard to sleep...

That was a line from the old animated Charlotte's Web.

My mind is full and busy. I pulled an all-nighter last night. That means I haven't been to bed since Saturday night. (tho I may have power napped at my desk this morning between 6:30 and 6:45). I've been at work since 5:30 to capitalize on this awakeness. Too bad I forgot about the 2pm-4pm meeting today! Gah! I won't be able to go home after 8 hrs.

Regardless, I just hiked back from cafeteria w/ a breakfast burrito fully intent to "eat like everyone else and fuel myself for a day with no sleep". I nibbled through it and I think I'm going to puke. Too much grease, too much cheese and too much food. Larry is right; healthy eating is going to kill me because when I don't eat well, my body let's me know it fast, hard and with pain.

The fullness of it all:

The Body Project by Joan Jacobs Brumberg ( The book )

High School Reunion a.k.a. "Oops! Did I transport back to my teen years?"
( The Foreign Cinema, San Francisco and my deadly shoes )

Reunited, 'cuz it feels so... hmmm ( none of the jerks I ate lunch with went to this shin dig )

What do you call someone who's somewhere between a Wall Flower and a Social Butterfly? Awkward. Yup, that's me!( And the husbands held up the walls... )

The classmates...
( somethings never change and somethings are better )

Funny things people said:( quotes and notes )

On my way out I missed a couple of calls from catagon3 and heard her big news when I called back. Which is good because the first thing I was thinking when I missed her call was that something dreadful had happened to her Wootie. Nope, instead she won bardic. And apparently I was featured in her new piece. Wow! I'm sincerely flattered. How's that for leaving my past behind? lol. I can't wait to hear it... or maybe I can. She sang the chorus to me over the phone and I laughed pretty hard. How's that for a juxtaposition of past and present? Driving home from my 20th and on the phone with one of my best buds who has written a song about me and, by default the song is about the post-high school "me".

There's more that my brain is chewing on, but I don't have words for it. Still pondering...

Fitness Idiot

I'm so stupid. But I do sort things out eventually.
( Saturday work out )

Muh-ha-ha... Mommy has game

I'm still awake. yay! And I'm on my game.

The kids are cleaning up a tremendous mess from this weekend. In some sort of frenzied "I better look at every toy I own", the family room has been trashed.

10 minutes ago I nicely said, "Clean up only as much as you want to keep. Mommy will be happy to throw away the rest."

N surveyed, collected some markers, and said he was done.

E said, "Ok, Mommy, you can throw those away. Those are old toys anyway," and went back to coloring.

Hmm.... Okay. I got the glad trash bag out and pitched the princess tea party set. I started to reach for the doll house furniture.

The gasp from N and the shriek from E were gratifying. They are industriously cleaning up. Bwa-ha-ha!... hee hee hee!

I am beside myself in glee. And, yes, the princess tea party set is on it's way out. It's in the bag and is offically getting pitched. This is a lesson that is meant to stick, not a lesson in "and next I will roll over and let you be in charge because what I say holds no authority". They live in my world, I don't live in theirs.

still snickering...