Tuesday, January 31, 2006

I'm tired of waiting...

I am tired of waiting. I'm tired of waiting. I am tired. Altered expectations, long anticipation. Everything is changing. I'm the same and aging. I'm tired of waiting.

All in the name of sticking another song in Tina's cranium, meanwhile still relevant to my mood. I kick ass. I'm extremely tired and if I don't make much sense, well that means more entertainment for you. Or annoyance. Whichever you may chose to call it.

I'm SO tired of waiting for the stupid bathroom scale to give me any sign of validation. I have therefore had no choice but to make a very hard decision : POPCORN, YOU ARE NO LONGER WELCOME IN MY DIGESTIVE SYSTEM. That's right. You thought I was so sweet and innocent. My reality is one of real deep addiction to the sweet small kernels of corn exploded by heat. Three weeks ago, I was carefully measuring three cups of popped corn, Spraying it with water and adding a pinch of salt. Counting every single calorie. Two weeks ago I started to spray 1/5th of a second (labelled serving size) of spray butter, adding a tad more salt. This week, I spray for a whole 4/5th of a second, adding white cheddar powder. And three cups have turned into six.

I even got my poor Shih Tzu addicted to the stuff. He comes running and spinning as soon as he hears the popper, and tries to catch the pieces that don't make it inside the bowl. It has strained our relationship. I ate my white cheddared popcorn, hugging the bowl with my other arm, while my dog sits on the ottoman and does the sad puppy eyes thing. I wonder if he will be having popcorn withdrawals too. And last but not least, Mr. popcorn actually attacked my husband in a fit of jealousy. Seriously. Steph was standing in the kitchen in nothing but his underwear, making popcorn (don't ask), when he suddently starts screaming and jumping with a look of sheer confusion on his face. It took him a big thirty seconds to realize what was happening. A burning hot kernel had flown out of the popper, landing right between his toes LOL ! I still laugh like an idiot thinking about it! Poor Steph. It blistered and everything LOL!

1 comment:

Heather said...

That is freaking hysterical.

And it made me so hungry for popcorn, it's not even funny. Stinkin' power of suggestion.