Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
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For an all rich town I guess you'd need Real Housewives of Essex Fells or Real Housewives of Mountain Lakes. But who wants to hear about lacrosse scores and "My GOD, how could she buy that Mercedes SLR in an automatic?"
Alpine. For the past several years, it's been either first or second place for wealthiest zip code in the country. Zoning laws there say that you can't build a house on less than an acre -- in Franklin Lakes, houses on a third of an acre are pretty standard.
I like how Essex Fells has no business district whatsoever. The only thing you can buy in Essex Fells is stamps. Commerce is for the little people.
I couldn't watch tv commercials without choking up.
Damned Snuggle commercials did me in, every single time. And forget the Hallmark commercials--
Can someone please explain how I could have gained 5 lbs on vacation while walking significantly more and eating somewhat less (at least post stomach ick)?
Can someone please explain how I could have gained 5 lbs on vacation while walking significantly more and eating somewhat less (at least post stomach ick)?
happiness.
Can someone please explain how I could have gained 5 lbs on vacation while walking significantly more and eating somewhat less (at least post stomach ick)?
happiness
Booze? Wait, that's redundant.
No, depression made me gain weight; happiness was supposed to help me lose weight and get in shape a little bit so that I can finally have a baby dammit.
Sorry to be all ranty, but I feel like I keep trying hard to improve myself, and it has been about as effective as banging my head against a wall.
Vortex, I only drank alcohol on Friday. After that I didn't want to chance it.
Since I work 1/2 a day at home on Fridays, I tend to do the laundry and bake, etc., in between manuscripts.
I'm baking a quiche right now, so that it can cool and be a nice cold dinner later. Living with a vegetarian, I generally just do a basic spinach-and-pungent-cheese quiche. But a while ago, I had quiche at a restaurant that put in what I thought was edamame, slightly mooshed up. The server said it was actually peas. (Huh.)
We've been eating a lot of edamame this summer -- I cook up a big batch on Sunday night, and refrigerate it, and we eat it cold all week. (Are you sensing a theme? I might not eat any hot food until November.)
The current batch of refrigerator edamame is nearing the end of its life cycle, so when I made the quiche, I took a couple handfuls of edamame, mooshed them slightly, and then mixed them in with the spinach.
We'll see if that was a tragic error or the TASTIEST THING EVAR.
Stay tuned.
And I *have to* stop eating sugar, you guys. My IBS has been acting up horribly for a couple of months (I read some research that said that people with allergies are prone to get IBS/get bad IBS, because it's all an inflammatory thing gone horribly awry -- and hey, it's currently BADASS allergy season, whee), and sugar makes it So. Much. Worse.
And yet do I stop eating Trader Joe's version of Oreos? No, I do not. And then I pay dearly.
I cannot act in my own best interest, it seems.
That's part of the reason for having the refrigerator edamame -- yet another attempt to have something non-sugary around for me to eat instead of Joe-Joes.