April 9, 2007
After church yesterday, my brother ate SO many marshmallow peeps I am surprised he did not wake up this morning with type 2 diabetes. I was just as awful----we both went off ALL forms of dessert for Lent, for yesterday was pretty much a full blown candy orgy. UGH. SUGAR = BAD.
On Saturday, Scott and I went to Shakespeareâ€™s Tavern to see Love's Labours Lost. If you live in the Atlanta area OR plan to visit it soon, this is a FUN stop! You basically sit in a bar and drink ale and eat Cornish pasty and shepherdâ€™s pie and then watch very rowdy Shakespeare. SO fun. We went on a double date with Chuck and Karen, as if we were REAL HUMAN BEINGS instead of just PARENTS. It was AWESOME.
We didnâ€™t get home until eleven fifty-seven, so I didnâ€™t get to have dessert at the tavern. Chuck and Karen had some sort of apple crisp thing they said was super great, and Scott had bread pudding. Scott wanted me to try his pudding, and he assured me it would not break Lent. I tasted it and had to agree that it could NOT be counted as dessert, not on any planet. It tasted a lot like unsweetened cereal with a faint tang of wet socks and blueberries.
Once home, I counted off the minutes to midnight and then got into the Bunnyâ€™s store of hide-and-seek eggs and Whoppers. Not. Pretty. I was SO sick. Then al day yesterday I ate MORE whoppers and a huge bag of Poppycock. I have a sugar hangover and am SO ill and sorry today that I have decided to re-do Lent and am going BACK off all sugar for another 40 days.
I do think it will be interesting to see how I do passing on all dessert without Lent to CAUSE it. Itâ€™s MUCH easier to pass on dessert, even for an addict like me, when it is a sacrifice and is tied in with oneâ€™s faith and every time you think of breaking it, you remember the OTHER sacrifice, the one you are both mourning and gearing up to celebrate, and all-of-a-sudden, not having a pudding cup seems like the easiest thing in the world.
Iâ€™ll report on how I do avoiding sugar, so I am accountable to YOU at least, although somehow I am not sure being accountable to YOU will have the same weight as being accountable to, you know, God.
ANYWAY, so my brother was GORGING on peeps after church and this woman came up and said, â€œWhy are you eating those nasty things when I brought delicious homemade banana bread you could be having?â€
Him: Be cause peeps are cute. Look, they have eyes!
Her: Well, my bread has nuts!
How can you argue with such logic? He ate the bread. And then more peeps. And then more peeps and a Cadbury egg and then more peeps. I am willing to bet he feels as loathsome and sticky as I do today. NO MORE SUGAR!
PS -- Mr Husband's Meme results are SO worth sharing...
Scott NEEDS nude models.
Posted by joshilyn at April 9, 2007 8:43 AM
Scott needs one of these. Not so he can aim right, its to prevent him from p*ssing on the cats head all the time.
Scott needs to ask himself how he would have handled an officer who put concerns for a friend over the demands of the job.
Scott Needs More Sleep.
Scott needs to be shown the back door and he needs to go spend a year in meditation under the Dalai Lama.
Scott needs a real serious butt chewing.
Scott needs warp power NOW.
Scott needs warp power NOW ... hmmm. Who have you been sending messages to?
I need to introduce you to Lisa Yee's blog at http://livejournal.lisayee.com
She blows up peeps. :)
Wow, to feel like REAL LIVE HUMAN BEINGS again is a feeling I long for. My most recent non-kid date with my husband...Easter Vigil Mass. Woo hoo! Do we know how to live it up, or what?
Oh, brother Bobby is a man after my own â™¥. I adore Peeps, yellow Peeps are the best. And of course if they are stale even better. My family searches for yellow Peeps weeks before Easter just to bless me with sugary Peepieness (wait that sounded so wrong.)
Here Comes Peter Cotton Tail
Hopping down the candy trail,
Hippity Hoppity, Easter's on its way!!!
Peeps that come in pink and blue,
purple ones are just too new.
Hippity hoppity Easter's on its way.
Yellow peeps are right for me,
you can have the pink you see,
Hippity hoppity EASTER'S On it's WAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
Easter's here, and I think you stink,
To request your Peeps yellow or pink,
If you want your Peeps,
then take it or leave it!
Cuzâ€™ I got purple, YES! Believe it!
Hop to it!!
Support Purple Peeps!!
PURPLE PEEPS ARE PEOPLE TOO!!
Fom the Committee To Promote Endangered Easter Purple Peeps
Now I have to write a paean to Green Peeps because they are too yummy.
"Scott needs warp power NOW." Man, the inner-trekky in me is SO jealous! And I thought I was kicking meme butt with "Femtastic needs to stay hot" (gotta love the use of "stay" here.)
For me it's all about the Reese's peanut butter egg. Somehow that particular size and shape is the PERFECT peanut butter to chocolate ratio. Novelty candy perfection.
Whereas peeps are scary. I'm just sayin...
I gave up self-flagellating for Lent. Do I really and truly have to start again? I will join you in a 40 day extension. xo, oh, and Strawberry Milkshake Whoppers are SUPER evil.
And isn't it funny how much Peeps look like little, yellow, sugary OWLS???
Why, yes, it is.
Roasted Peeps. So that the outer sugar caramelizes and the inside goes all gooey.
Actually, I think Peeps are kinda evil, but I honestly thought EVERYONE knew what Peeps were, even if they hadn't consumed them. But as it turns out, we met the last two people on the planet who have never even HEARD of Peeps. We were talking about them at dinner yesterday, and they stared at us like we'd lost our minds.
And maybe we have. This I cannot deny.
Lent ends with Palm Sunday. So the exta week of sugar depravation was not needed. But hey sugar induced comas are just that extra special part of easter.
Yeah---and technically, you do not have to observe your sacrifice on Sundays during Lent. But, I always do that, too. Easter is a HUGE holiday--to me, it is more important than Christmas.
We went to late service so we could hear the Alleluia Chorus and I wept like a baby dork.
Joshilyn, I wept at the Litany of the Saints, which I heard sung for the first time. I can't even sing How Great Thou Art without blubbering. The first time it happened my husband looked at me like I'd lost my mind. He's used to it now. :)
Have you seen? Thought you & other peep lovers might get a kick out of this site...
We are on the Passover diet here until Tuesday night. The pantry is so bare and my wedding band is loose and it's only been seven whole days. We don't do dessert and not much sugar, but it's surprising how cutting out leavened bread and wheat products for eight days can cause weight loss.
P.S. In the U.K. Cadbury Creme Eggs are available year round. It's so very evil because it's my favorite candy ever.
I'm sure you know that sugar doesn't really cause diabetes, right? If you want to throw a Cadbury egg at me now, go right ahead. Though I prefer the Reese's eggs.
Love Shakespeare's Tavern. I used to go there often when I was young and hip and living in Virginia Highlands.
What keeps men from p*ssing on cats' heads?
I <3 peeps. Especially the dark chocolate dipped peeps I made this year. Might work on chicks, but I used bunnies. Dipped their lower half in dark chocolate sauce, added some sprinkles, let them set up in the fridge and VOILA. The. Yummiest. Peep. EVER.
I suppose I'm unAmerican. I don't like peeps. Neither do I like marshmallo Santas. Nor do I like the jellied orange slices. Please don't kick me off your Blog, Joss.
Does everyone hide plastic eggs with goodies inside? I venture to say there was $25 dollars in change and ones in the eggs we hid yesterday. What happened to real boiled eggs, colored at the kitchen table? All the adults would eat all our eggs after we'd finished hunting them (a west TN term). They would only get hidden once by the adults and then we kids would take turns hiding them over and over. By the time the adults wanted to eat them, they were pretty smashy. They didn't care. We always had a "lucky" egg that was marked with a pen or crayon. The child that found that one got - - are you ready? - - a DOLLAR! Nary a real boiled egg on the property yesterday. First Easter without Dad to help hide the eggs and sit on the porch steps with an egg sticking out of his pants pocket, just enough for an observant great grandchild to see it.
No, sugar in does not = diabetes type 2 out...BUT a poor diet coupled with little to no exercise and carrying extra weight can and do trigger the genetic elements that cause type 2 diabetes. Yesterday I was hugely sedentary and ate my body weight in Robin's Eggs. NOT GOOD CHOICES.
I weep during almost every church service I ever attend. If you are a baby dork then I am the Queen of all Dorkdom.
Kevin's meme? Said he needs more guns and kung-fu. Also more hot lovin'. I'm wondering...all at the same time?!? ;)
Amy, Amy, Amy thank you so much for the laugh, to funny I'm going to have to save this for a Committee To Promote Endangered Easter Purple Peeps - CPEEPPS blog next year. Too funny.
I am having a hard time identifying with the peep thing, with the giving up candy for Lent thing. I apologize before I write this, but...my jaw has been wired for almost 3 weeks, since someone recklessly tried to kill me with their car. I don't believe I will ever again take for granted the ability to open one's mouth and put whatever food into it one wants to...this experience is truly freaking me out. My memes:
Susan needs to understand that she needs to be building up her language production ... Susan needs opportunities to practice literate speech
(note difficulty talking through closed teeth)
Susan needs to discard the bustle and loosen her corset. (perhaps true)
Susan needs a set of t-shirts graced with silly clichÃ©s (that would be a fun diversion)
Susan needs to get online to chat with her parents often (last but most impressive-is there an online connection with the afterlife??)
Joss, Ilove your books. AND your blog is great fun. Thanks for that.
Sorry about your sugar hangover--revenge of the peep! I have its twin. Insulin is not forgiving, apparently.
I pink puffy heart the "needs" meme. You have started a bona fide blogging fad.
I'm new here. Howdee all... love love you Joshilyn and this blog. I've never played meme. So just for giggles did me. First result 'Pam Needs Sperm Donor' How could I have not known that??
Silly girl! This is America, better know as SUGARLAND. If your brother is like most guys who've hoovered up massive amounts of candy, he is probably not loathsome, just sticky. And maybe comatose. But never loathsome.
Scott needs some nude models? H*ll, I need some nude models.
And p*ssing on the cat's head? Well, that's just a simple training exercise. See, when the cat stops peering into the bowl to see what's making that splashy noise, he stops getting p*issed on. Clever, no?
Oh you have not wept until you hear ALAN JACKSON sing hymns on his "Precious Memories" CD. I'm a total GreenDay/U2 girl in Chicago, but when his beautiful country voice sings Blessed Assurance, you will be a puddle.
but its Cadbury Eggs FTW!
(btw "Bobby needs not to tell everyone when he plans on having sex"=disturbing.)
I just wanted to say how much I loved your owl story. So very moving. It reminded me greatly of my own grandmother.
Pursuant to the peep mentions, I had to share the Post's Peep Art contest in case you had missed it:
If the link doesn't work, I also posted to it on my blog, and that link works.
Quentin Tarantino in Peeps. Words fail me.