oh for the love of Gordon Ramsay

i am sick - the gnashing teeth and hair tear out kind of SICK with regret and self loathing and hatred for my inability to make good choices :( this weekend we wanted to go boogie boarding. i wanted to go to Broad Beach, Malibu, but instead i decided that Crystal bloody Cove would be so much easier. and do you know who was surfing on Broad bloody Beach that afternoon...? Gordon Ramsay and David Beckham with no shirts on, that's who!! (bangs head on table and grinds teeth) and their children who are similar ages to my children, thus we would inevitably get talking, realise (not realize) we are all English and become bestest friends and end up hanging out for dinner with GORDON RAMSAY COOKING and DAVID BECKHAM playing footie with the boys!!! i have only one word: ARGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and also: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! summer is officially almost over... no more trips to the beach to go boogie boarding :(

on a more positive topic, i read online you should change out your workout or it will stop being effective. so my 8 week sabbatical from walking is perfectly acceptable then? horray! i return to my march of the pigs exercise regime next week :( to replace the "back to school blues" with mean "hey! i'm walkin' here!" reds :)

yesterday Aaron went to Burbank to interview for Wipeout :| i am scared (secretly) that he will throw his back out and be crippled for life, but also quite excited about the prize money!!! because for sure he's going to win!!!!

today i intend to use my fancy cookie stamping kit to make diet cookies that say positive things like 'a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips' and 'nothing tastes as good as thin feels' (which i absolutely don't agree with.... clearly this person has never tasted factory fresh slightly melty cadbury's freddo frogs) but i am sure i won't make them... roll-out sugar cookies = work of the devil)

i also need to go to Walmart :| because Costco doesn't sell peanut butter :| seriously? my child only eats TWO things: peanut butter and french fries - he is the quintessential all American boy! and Costco sell neither! i blame Michelle Obama (yes i do love her... but would also struggle to find anything to share with her, other than liking J Crew also, at a backyard barbecue.... i can't even grow potatoes... we yielded FOUR golf ball sized potatoes...) also need to go to the Costco for vitamins. because apparently my multivitamins aren't doing a damned thing and greek yogurt isn't some magical potion to make you healthy :|

note to self: DO NOT GET SUCKED IN AND END UP BUYING A VITAMIX AT COSTCO! it looks sooooo cool!! and awesome too! it makes Jamba Juice and peanut butter and soup and playdoh! and hummus too! but it's $450 :| for a (very old fashioned looking) countertop appliance :| that's Oprah money :|

in other news: Friday has lost her voice :( she has been yelling at the foster kitties so much lately, she is now hoarse and raspy :( poor old lady cat - she's starting to look very elderly too... small children will do that to you, Friday...) currently she is shaping her claws into talons as her new form of self defense.... watch out kitties!!

also in other news: Prid actually works! (on some things, at least!) i bought it to hopefully miraculously remove the huge lump from my tummy (which didn't go so well...) but on Monday i got a really deep humungous splinter in my finger and boy was i excited - this is just what Prid was actually invented for!! so i put it on and the next day when i took off the bandaid the splinter was out!!! gasp!! i hate splinters!! it's a miracle! i can't imagine how much being stabbed or impaled hurts when a splinter leaves me incapacitated for days ;)

off to do some 'shoping' and 'tiddying' up :) when i see hopeless spelling i just 'loose' it!!