holy smokes!: February 2006 Archives

[an aside before my post.  i should have posted this photo on valentine's but totally failed to do so.  i think the ad is hysterical and is by far one of my most favorites.]

so i am in yet another funk.  but this one happens to be physically related.  i am getting a cold and i am trying so hard to take care of myself so it doesn't turn into monkey sars, bird flu, ebola, or some other disease that makes me feel like crap.

the amazing thing about a cold is the inability to focus.  you know, with the flu, you can't think.  pneumonia, you're sleepy.  but a cold, it's like being adhd after having snorted ten lines of coke.  which i have never done.  what i am saying is.  i can think, but i can't think things through.  i hate it when my mind scatters from fatigue or because i have sneezed my brains out.

ok.  i admit it.  i have a problem.  a big one at that.  i am an olympics addict.  i watch every night and almost not upset that gilmore girls wasn't new tonight.  almost.  not quite.

nothing gives me greater shock and awe than the olympics.  first of all, i am still in awe that some things are a sport.  like bobsleigh.  or is it bobsled?  and why do they write on the tv bobsleigh but call it bobsled?  this shocks me.

it also shocks me to watch people wipe out, totally.  (still trying to bring totally back.)  holy crap do they wipe out.  they hit walls.  they hit ice.  they fall down mountains.  they land on their a$$es.  and yet, and yet, and yet they get right back up.  how do they do that.  well, there was the exception of the russian couple when she was limp on the ice.  limp and unconscious. 

and what is up with the italian ice dancers who didn't speak for what felt like a year.  the temps in my house dropped ten degrees when they were on tv.  and was it ever the funniest thing to watch.  talk about italian passion.

ok.  commercial break over.  need to snort me some olympics.

before you read this, let me apologize to all of my readers who may have been crack addicts.  this blog, in no way, is meant to trivialize your addiction.

that said, let's talk about the krispy crack.  there is a serious krispy crack addiction in this household and it isn't mine.

now, i am not saying that i do not have my own addictions... and i tell myself that i can give up the starcrack that comes in a cup and a cardboard burn protector, and we all know, i can't.  i need a daily fix.  the thought of the green and white light makes me tremble.  my mouth waters, my body aches, and i start to twitch.  then i get the crack fix and i can speak in complete sentences again.  and possibly use big words.  i digress.

but the krispy crack.  yes.  the glazed, warm, sweet, sugary, doughy, crack.  yes.  t is hooked.  to the point of eating 8 10 in 24 hours.  yes.  8 10.  and as a friend said, "doughnuts are the preferred medium for getting glaze into the mouth."  thomas loves his crack.  ohhhh, how he loves the crack.  i think he is going to have to go cold turkey.