Cravings & Dreams

So, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before but I LOVE my itty bitty I-pod. I was slow jumping on the mp3 wagon, but now I’m here and loving it. This week I was doing some dishes while enjoying some tunes…really I was gettin’ down. If anyone was peeping in my windows they would think I was crazy. Anyway, it was getting to the climax of the song…which I’m a bit ashamed to admit was a Pussycat Doll's song…and I was feeling the music, you know, really belting it out. It was then Jace got my attention to advise me, “Mom, sing it like it’s soft because then it’s more beautifuller.” A.K.A…shut your mouth…you’re killing my ears. This is after the fact that Emerie is my first baby who doesn’t cry when I start singing. I suppose I will have to say good-bye to my American Idol dreams.

On top of my lack of singing talent I’ve also had a problem with cravings lately. Okay, well not really just lately…I’ve always been one to enjoy a treat or five, but they’ve become a staple in my diet. I’ve tried hard, well kind of hard, to be healthier. I’ve been going jogging in the mornings, and I’ve stopped buying treats to bring home, but the cravings keep a-comin’. Yesterday I resorted to sniffing out some stale tootsie rolls leftover from this last year’s preschool. I ended the evening with finishing off Jace’s milkshake which had pretty much melted, refroze, and then sat in the freezer for a week. Mmmmmm…yummy. I think I may have a problem.