Is it possible to burn your hand while washing your hands?
Apparently, yes.
Is it possible to cut your finger while opening a cabinet?
Again, yes.
I deserve a medal. . .accomplishing the impossible.
"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?"- Alice in Wonderland
Friday, June 11, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
tumblin for food
I made a tumblr today-strictly for sharing my cooking and foodie adventures. I will still be posting on this blog- the ranting and random quips from my bunnie brain.
To think, I used to get by eating one meal a day and loads of candy. I always enjoyed cooking- but cooking for other people. I was always starving myself trying to maintain a certain weight but mainly I just didn't have time to eat. Pregnancy seriously converted me into a foodie- but a healthy one at that! I'm crazy about organic produce, fresh farm produce, grass-fed, and free-range meat!
Anyways, here is the link. Follow me if you please.
http://bunniehole.tumblr.com/
To think, I used to get by eating one meal a day and loads of candy. I always enjoyed cooking- but cooking for other people. I was always starving myself trying to maintain a certain weight but mainly I just didn't have time to eat. Pregnancy seriously converted me into a foodie- but a healthy one at that! I'm crazy about organic produce, fresh farm produce, grass-fed, and free-range meat!
Anyways, here is the link. Follow me if you please.
http://bunniehole.tumblr.com/
Thursday, June 3, 2010
i am cured!
I used to get so overwhelmed with stress and work that I would get terrible panic attacks. Like everythingisspinningandisonebigblurandicantbreathe!!! panic attacks.
The cure to my panic attacks in the past were lots of cigarettes, caffeine, hard liqour, and an occasional zanie as needed.
The strange thing is . . .I think I am cured.
The remedy? Becoming a mother.
The cure to my panic attacks in the past were lots of cigarettes, caffeine, hard liqour, and an occasional zanie as needed.
The strange thing is . . .I think I am cured.
The remedy? Becoming a mother.
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