Parenting EPIC FAIL!

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My jaw literally dropped open.

If you've read my blog for long, you know how I feel about weddings. Weddings are, IMHO, a ludacris, overindulged orgy of the self-centeredness of three women (bride, mother, MIL), a stupid display of egregious waste, and just plain idiotic.

A wedding means NOTHING. "Happiest day of your life"? Give me a break! It's the MARRIAGE that is important, not some stupid, expensive ceremony.

I have no problem with small ceremonies with friends and family to join two people in matrimony. Those are fine. But when cakes and dresses and decorations start showing up ... well it's just dumb.

OK, I got off onto a bit of a rant there, didn't I? Sorry.

Anyway, I'm all for being a healthy weight - most folks need to lose some weight (me included) - but to treat your own child like garbage for the sake of a wedding dress? You step on her heart and tell her that the most important thing she can do on her wedding day is to look good?

What could bring a mother to this? Society monumental FAIL.

I hope with all my heart that this chick waited until the night before the wedding, drove by her mom's house, dumped the dress on the front lawn, eloped with her fiance, and never spoke to her mother again.

On serving sizes, dieting, and Paleo

Here's a hilarious video of comedian Brian Regan on serving sizes:

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LOL!  I'm sooooooo glad I'm Paleo so I don't ever ever have to measure, weigh, or count my food again!

I can remember those horrible days of eating low-fat. What a nightmare.  I starved all the time. I spent the whole freakin' day thinking about food. I read every single label.  I was addicted to those stupid 100 calorie packs of crap (and blogged about how wonderful they were! Cthulhu help me!).

Now I eat when I am hungry, eat fatty meat, eggs, and veggies till I'm full, then ... stop.

More room at the inn

So, we finally have the addition on the house; The Burrow now has 14 rooms* rather than 11.

The new rooms (across the back of the house: a morning room, a larder, and a study - plus a back porch between the last two) are quite small. It was all I could afford and, frankly, it kind of matches the rest of the house; none of the rooms is big.  This isn't a huge, grand, Georgian, it's a pokey, sprawling folk Victorian farm house that began it's life as a two-room cube.  I'd love for the new rooms to have been bigger but I'm kinda glad they're not.  You see, I finished the inside, and BLIMEY was it a bugger!

I had to mud the sheetrock, sand it, then paint the ceilings, walls and floor.  THEN I had to build shelves in the larder and move all the furniture into both rooms. Oh, and I also had to am still bloody cleaning up all the constuction dust and cluttered adjoining rooms!

And I plan on four more rooms when I get the money saved up: guest room, conservatory (off the hall), another bedroom (over the dining room), and a playroom (over the kitchen).

So, anyway, that's been my past two weeks. What have you been up to?

*in case you're curious, the rooms are: 3 bedrooms, library, drawing room, foyer (a sort of small parlour in the centre of the house), family room, kitchen, dining room, morning room, larder, study, and hobby room (this is where the comic books live, lol).  I'm not counting the 3 bathrooms, the shower room, or our loooong hall that was originally the porch connecting the house to the detached kitchen.