Magazine Addiction

I have always had a paper obsession, and magazines fit right in there. Colorful, glossy, fun to flip through, it seems I can't get enough magazines. I currently get InStyle, Bazaar, Men's Health, Fitness, Lucky, Elle, and Harper's. When the pile gets too overwhelming I take a chunk to the library. But it doesn't end there. You see, the library has an area where you can drop off/pick up magazines, and yes, I pick some up. I can't help myself. The Elle and Lucky magazines are easy to flip through and get rid of. The Men's Health and Harper's, well, they have actual reading, and so they just pile up. Most of these magazines I got free with airline miles. It was the only way I could use them, and thought, hey, why not. Some of the others I got for $5 a year with some internet special. As much as I like Men's Health and Harper's I can't wait for my subscriptions to expire. I need to get out from this stack of magazines.

Trapeze: First Back End Trick: Whip

This first video shows my first smooth, successful back end trick. After this turn I was super-pumped. I haven't been that excited since my first class.

Here is the trick with Dan catching.

Trapeze: Starting to swing.

I forgot my camera, and my phone didn't want to cooperate, so there isn't any video from last night. The bottom line is I caught the set whip again--twice, and started working in hands. I also started swinging. Swinging is hard work. I thought I was tired before class. Wow. After just a couple of passes I wanted to let go and drop into the net. It is hard on the hands, and even harder on the core. Dan said I am picking it up pretty quickly. It will be odd going back to class with Donovan on Saturday. I was actually hoping to pick up next Wednesday, but when I got home it had just been picked up by someone else. Oh well. I still have another class with the Wednesday group in two weeks. And if another class comes up I will probably be a sucker and pick it up.

Cherry Pillow, and one Better

Ages ago I bought myself this cherry pillow. It is filled with cherry pits. I heat it up in the microwave and it smells like cherry pie. I have become pretty dependent on it. I heat it up and use it whenever I have any aches and pains. I also sleep with it. Most of the time I put it on my sacrum and that's how I go to sleep. We now have two of these pillows. I love them.

The other day my tummy hurt and I got something better than the cherry pillow. Bailey curled up on my tummy. She doesn't start off hot like the cherry pillow, but she doesn't get cold. If anything she gets warmer. I'm sure my robe and the cold weather had a lot to why she curled up with me, but it was nice anyway.

Latest Addiction

16 and Pregnant is a train wreck of a reality TV show. Depressing, awful, predictable, but I can't look away. I can't get enough. Each episode follows a separate 16 year old girl from 24 weeks pregnant through birth to a couple months after birth.

The episodes are so similar that they are all starting to run together. The girls want the fathers to help more. The fathers are usually older, and much more immature. The teenagers, are, well, teenagers. They don't understand how a baby will completely change their lives. They fight over the silliest things. They don't understand or accept the responsibility. They are the future of America. Depressing. Still, I keep watching.

The good part of this addiction is that I find myself thankful. I'm thankful that I never had to deal with that situation. I'm thankful that even now I don't have to deal with a baby. I'm thankful that Ross has a job. I'm thankful I don't have to pay for daycare for Bailey. I'm thankful Ross and I both have educations. I'm thankful I have internet and I can watch awful reality television whenever I want.

Drink Much?

I was looking for some pu-ehr tea this morning, and discovered that I had to open a new package and put some in the appropriately-labelled tin. I realized I had a lot of bags from Tea Embassy and a few empty tins, so I labelled the tins and emptied some of the bags into them. The tea cabinet looks a little better, and I found some things I didn't realize I still had.

Do I buy too much tea? I don't think so. I think the problem is that I don't drink enough! Ha!

I'm a chaholic, but I'm a binger (as with everything). I need to drink more every day, instead of just binging and drinking more once in a while.

And why pu-ehr? I read it can be slimming, and I'm desperate. With the discovery that I have a huge bag (that I just opened today), I will be binging on something that might help me slim down (instead of my usual binges).

fyi--this is by no means my entire collection.

Addiction Swapping

Well, swapping Yahoo Answers for the knitting needles didn't exactly work. I haven't been back to Yahoo Answers, but instead of knitting I've been spending a whole lot of time playing Letter Rip on miniclip.com.

I wanted to knit something really small last week and couldn't even remember how to cast on stitches! I figured it out, and made what I wanted to make (although I think I might have to make another one).

This week I noticed I haven't been watching Netflix movies online as much as I was when we first subscribed. So the new plan is to watch a movie in the afternoon and work on knitting my shorts while I watch. I suppose I won't be watching the foreign films--the subtitles will be too distracting, but I have plenty of other things on my instant cue to watch. Let's see how this plan goes.

Milkaholic

Let us start at the beginning. I have always loved milk. By the time I was 12, I was drinking at least half a gallon a day. I think I was the only kid in my class that knew the price of milk. If I had continued on this path I would probably be drinking 2 gallons a day and weigh 300 pounds. Luckily, a doctor intervened and said I should cut back on the amount I was drinking and start drinking two percent milk. The phrase "addicted to the hormones in the milk" has always stuck in my head. The doctor must have said that to my mom. She had taken me to the doctor because of my growth spurt induced knee pain, not my milkaholism (I think he had some speculation that the hormones in the milk were contributing to my growth spurt).

I immediately started drinking two percent milk and slowly cut back on the amount I was drinking. I have pretty much managed to keep my milk consumption under control since then. I know I am still an addict, I can't go a week without milk. On my trip to Las Vegas I packed the little Horizon milk boxes in my luggage so that I could have milk every morning.

Three years ago I completely switched to organic milk. Wow. Quality stuff. I did something I said I'd never do--I started drinking skim milk! I was down to half a gallon (or less!) of skim milk a week for a long time. Recently, things got a little out of control. I got back on the two percent, and was up to a gallon and a half a week. I made all sorts of excuses--the holidays, cookies, cappuccinos, hot chocolate, and hot egg nog. Last week Ross bought a gallon of skim milk, and I finished it off this morning. Oops. That was supposed to last us two weeks. Us--that's my other excuse--I'm not the only one drinking it (but in reality I am the one drinking most of it).

I seriously need to cut back. My goal for next week is to only go through half a gallon.