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“Diet” Is a Four-Letter Word
That’s right, Miz J is officially on a diet. Well, actually, Miz J has been on a diet for some time now, but hey, dieting takes up a lot of time and energy, so you’re just hearing about it now.
Aaaaaaanyway, I’m on the Wii Fit every day, no matter what—even when it tells me I’m fat and asks me to give it a reason WHY—probably because I’m a glutton for punishment, too.
So, in an attempt to unload a little lot of resentment, I am going to list several instances in which I COULD NOT EAT something I LOVED. Most magazines and nutritionists will say that if you walk away you’ll forget about the craving, but THAT IS NOT THE CASE WITH ME. I hold a grudge, people, and I hold it for a long time.
LAST NIGHT:
Picture this. We’re at Cirque du Soliel, didn’t eat lunch or dinner yet, and the show is two hours long. The intoxicating scent of buttered popcorn wafts through the theater and I’m practically clawing Dixon’s eyes out to get some. Props must be given to Dixon, because he risked life and limb to keep me on track. And he did it with style and grace, even when I said (very loudly), “But I WAAAAAAAAAANT it.” It’s good to know that temper tantrums don’t work with the man I’m about to marry.
WEDNESDAY NIGHT:
There was very little low-fat cheese left for me to make my amazing veggie quesadillas. All that was left was the full-fat stuff from the Mexican produce store, which would be SURE to satisfy. Well, okay, wait, this one doesn’t count, because I totally ate some, mixed in with the no-fun kind.
SUNDAY BEFORE LAST:
At breakfast with my Mom, I was ready to DIG INTO some biscuits and gravy. But I resisted the urge somehow (a few tears were shed), and managed to order scrambled eggs through clenched teeth. Bonus: sausage is okay to eat, so I ordered some and ended up kinda happy about sticking to my guns.
Dieting this way has really opened my eyes to how much garbage we really eat in this country. Everything I thought was a good choice was NOT, and even though I’m pretty active, the pounds packed on anyway because of those choices. So now I’m learning all over again, in a way, and it’s HARD. RRRR
How You Livin’? – Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Listings
Now that Dixon and I are engaged, we’ve decided to begin house hunting, too, because planning a wedding isn’t AT ALL stressful, right?
Anyway, over the past few weeks, we’ve noticed some things about the whole process that make us shake our heads in disgust/disbelief, and we’ll chronicle them for you here, starting with TERRIBLE REALTOR LISTINGS.
You may or may not be familiar with listings, the way on-the-market homes are advertised to prospective buyers. Basically, realtors put their available properties on the web with some basic info like measurements, # of rooms, type of heating/cooling/plumbing, and any added perks, like a pool or a fireplace—plus some photos to generate interest.
Most listings are fairly accurate, but sometimes the sin of omission is clearly being committed…and other times, realtors don’t realize just how painfully honest they’re being when they snap the photos. Check it out.
Is this the back or front of the house? Is that a driveway or a patio? Why is the main photo, meant to persuade me to buy this house, making me ask all these obvious questions?
It’s all “meh” until you get to the Property Information section: “Agent related to seller.” Well, isn’t that just GREAT? Now I KNOW I’ll get a fair deal.
Things look and sound idyllic for the prospective buyer of this shiny little gem until they look to the right. Hmm, why is the neighbor’s house all boarded up? Well, a look at the crime listings for the area might explain the sudden abandonment. November in particular was a busy month for this ‘hood (and I do mean “‘hood”).
So now I realize why exactly it takes so damn long to buy a house—it’s not the paperwork or the approval process; it’s the LOOKING. UGH.
Tough Questions Answered
Why’s it called a “wake?” What does that phrase MEAN? I’ve done some digging on mentalfloss.com to find answers to questions you didn’t even know you were asking.
Wakes
Okay, so back in the day, there was no way to be certain that someone in a coma was actually dead (except maybe the smell, which came later). So family members of the person in question would hover around for a day or two to see if their loved one would “wake,” hence the name. It was either that, or run the risk of burying that person alive, something that was done often enough to attach bells above ground to buried caskets…just in case. BRRR
RSVP
Apparently, the phrase is French, so instead of “Respond to Sender Via Post,” it is actually “repondez s’il vous plait,” or “please respond.” You know, instead of just letting the invite sit there with no response and then showing up unexpected like SOME people we know.
Scotch v. Bourbon
Bourbon is the sweeter stuff that comes from Kentucky and is spelled “whiskey.” But, if it’s smoky or briny, comes from Scotland, and is spelled “whisky,” it’s scotch. My advice? Just ask for whiskey. Either way you’re gonna feel like a truck hit you.
Crayola
The name Crayola means “oily chalk.” It’s from the French words “craie”, or “chalk,” and “ola,” an abbreviation for “oleaginous,” or “oily.” Naturally, “Crayola” is way more marketable than “oily chalk,” however accurate the description may be.
Wedding Woes
…and happiness will now be posted here:
twitter.com/AskMizJ
After the wedding, this will turn into 140 character pieces of Miz J-branded wisdom for your daily consumption. Bookmark it now!
It Hasn’t Actually Been a Year Yet.
This morning, I was unfortunate enough to catch a snippet of “news” show in which the anchors were discussing Obama’s progress during his first year.
Let’s make a note right here that it’s actually only been 280-something days. Obama wasn’t sworn in until January of this year.
Okay, so, having made a note of THAT inaccuracy, let’s move on to the discussion of his progress. The talking heads are big into results, so they set up a “report card” that we could follow along with. They gave him a “D” for healthcare reform, which, come on. Why isn’t anyone grading our Congressmen, who are likely taking all kinds of that sweet ass kickback cash to look the other way and veto.
Also, IT HASN’T EVEN BEEN A FULL YEAR YET.
They also bitched about how things are slow to turn around. This pissed me off the most, because it took EIGHT FULL FUCKIN’ YEARS for Dubya to tangle us up in this hopelessly knotted ball of twine. It’s going to take at least that much time (if not more) to get us out. And really, O is the man to do it, slowly but surely, with ideas and solutions that will work in the long term, not instant gratification style garbage that got us in this mess to begin with.
Look, I want to bounce back as much as everyone else. But I want us to do it right, so that we’re not dealing with a recession every 7 years. The dot com bubble, the housing bubble…this shit has to stop.
Also, we have to stop doing things the way we’ve always done them. Change takes time and patience, and we have to understand that.
I’m still in the Obama camp. How about you?









