forbidden loves

Forbidden Love #1 

With the premiere of the final film in the Harry Potter series on the horizon, the child in me vowed to re-read each book before seeing The Deathly Hallows. My little sister Anne has made this a summer ritual for herself and I didn't see why I couldn't do it just this once. So I set out on adventures with Harry, fighting Death Eaters, escaping Voldemort time and time again, and thwarting evil left and right. Each book, despite incrementally growing in length, flew by faster than its predecessor. As I've gotten older I've found myself to be quite impulsive and, may I say, impulsivity has an ugly side when wrapped up in a fantasy world. Long story short, I read all 800 pages of book 7 in less than 36 hours. "What's so ugly about that?" you may ask. Let's just say the laundry piled up, homework was neglected and we ordered pizza one night. (Ordering pizza=not bad, ordering pizza because you couldn't pry yourself away from a book instead of making dinner when you did have time=bad) 

Lessons learned:

1. Anne may re-read every Harry Potter book every summer; Anne is also 16.
2. Reading so many magical stories, one right after the other, makes you lose sight of what the real world is.
3. Harry Potter will still be there when you graduate. IF you graduate.
4. No pleasure reading for you until graduation. 

*Note: No children went unfed, unheld, or unchanged in this process.

Forbidden love #2

This may come as a bit of a surprise to most of you, but I am a sucker for any kind of detective/crime solving show. NCIS is one of them along with Bones, White Collar (horrid acting but intriguing nonetheless), and of course psych. I haven't experienced a total lapse in judgment in regards to Tv shows, YET, but in order to avoid this temptation, I have made the commitment to not watch any as long as I have homework or serious house duties to which I must attend. 

Forbidden love #3

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Oh I'm sorry.

I was just wiping away tears. 

Does anyone else have a special place on their palate for Breyers ice cream? It's not one of those take-home-buckets that you pull out of the freezer and have to blow torch the scooper in order to break its rock-solid icy surface. Somehow, Breyers has managed to maintain a creamy consistency regardless of sub-zero freezer temps. However, creaminess comes at a price, well a couple of prices, that are just not worth paying anymore. 

Price #1: Though fabulo, this ice cream is high dollar for not a lot of product.

Price #2: Can you say wasted calories? 

I know, you're asking, "Wasted? Does eternal-ok-daylong happiness mean nothing to you?!" I'll say this, Breyers has reached ice cream perfection but has yet to assist in the deflation of the post-partum tummy. 

So sayonara, good friend! Maybe I'll see you 20 pounds from now. (I mean that in the backwards way NOT forwards!)