Jan 13, 2013 Pic Log

I am not much of a cake person, honestly. I am a little conscious about what I eat and SUGAR IS NOT AT THE TOP OF LIST OF GOOD THINGS TO EAT, that's why. =) I refuse the best of chocolates too but recently, my brother bought some really awesome TOTALLY cannot resist chocolate and we, all of us, rationed it out to last the whole week instead of gobbling all the goodness down in one shot. Anyway, at a friend's house warming party, I allowed myself ONE cake pop (that's what it is called, apparently, thanks to a friend telling me so because I would have continued to called it cake balls) and managed to say no to further offers. It hurts my heart to say no to such goodness but I am disciplined that way. =)

Did I say that I was looking for long life and eternal healthiness? Ah well....does it explain my problem or something? =) Still the best dinner ever....

But it explains why I would buy something like this. So far, I have been forcing the kids to get on it (and not myself) and spend at least 15 to 20 minutes on it almost everyday. Since I am an authority here, I made sure they do it. Someone needs to be MY authority in this household, damnit. XD

I am always so amazed at how amazingly big he is now. He rarely is willing to let me take mug shots of him these days....very self conscious but I think he looks amazingly handsome in this picture so I am gonna post it anyway. =))))))

Good night, people of the world,

lets be amazing tomorrow,

'I smell like Counter Pain'. 'Again',

Love,

Marsha

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