On a lighter note, found a fabulous recipe while perusing the Gluten-Free Goddess blog: Quinoa Salad with Pears, Baby Spinach, and Chick Peas in Maple Vinaigrette. Determined to try sometime this week.


Maybe this no dairy, no gluten, no egg thing is going to be just fine. 


Planning on overdosing on chocolate milk and omelets on a "cheat day," though. SOON. If you can cheat on a diet, why not on allergies?

Beginning to understand a fraction of who I am. It's not pretty. The moment I think I understand the enormity of my sin, it surprises me. 


It's overwhelming, realizing I do nothing good on my own. I play at kindness, at humility, at mercy, at love. It's like looking in a mirror covered in dirt, soap scum and toothpaste, and wiping a small corner clean with a rag called "trying." The more I try, the more I see who I really am. The bitterness, the selfishness, the envy, the lying. 


It's so much simpler to sing "oh, how He loves us" when sitting in a church pew. Believing it is nearly impossible.

5:47 pm
Tonight's cooking endeavor: Caramel Apple Pork Chops and red wine.

Stay tuned for results.


6:37 pm
UPDATE Success, scratch the wine.

Pixie Lott - Use Somebody

It's another hot day in October.

I feel so... stagnant; chugging along, humming a tank engine's mantra over and over. "I think I can, I think I can." 

I'm so restless. May has never felt so far away.

On a lighter note, found a book that encompasses three of my favorite things: art, architecture and Louis Vuitton. Added to my ever growing Christmas list.

If I never got married, this would be my dining room. 

Unfortunately, I have a love affair. 

This week's resolutions:

Run. Every single day.

Paint nails. No chipping.

Read a book.

Break ANTM obsession.

Ace calculus test. Ha.

Decide life plans. 

Drink absolutely no coffee.

In other news, MARK 4000 proving to be just as boring as every time before.

Boy in front of me Facebook stalking Barbie in a bikini [and to think men claim to be fully evolved]. 

Bad news: she's just as plastic as her 36-18-33 twin.

Love that mirror.

A right to happiness doesn't, for me, make much more sense than a right to be six feet tall, or to have a millionaire for your father, or to get good weather whenever you want to have a picnic. 
CS LEWIS

Love these. Thank you, Facebook, for endless entertainment.

 

"Ladies, LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS. Put some freaking clothes on! Also, just because someone gave them an acid wash and calls them legging jeans, DOESN'T MAKE THEM SO."

 

"They're making a movie about the creator of Facebook. I heard they tried with the creator of Twitter, but its hard to make an interesting movie out of a man who didn't say anything over 140 characters."

Diet coke obsession. Zero calories, sugar high.