It's a New Day

Today was Easter! Yay! Although I didn't want to, because I hate going to church on sunday mornings, I went to church this morning. And it was pretty okay. I mean, granted I didn't listen and I was texting my boyfriend the whole time and I 'went to the bathroom' during communion, but hey! At least I was there. Even though I was super sad that my lovely boyfriend wasn't there, I got to see my boys (Myles, Bran, and Dill). They were so freakin cute in their matching outfits. All I could think about when I saw them was how I'm gonna buy my kids the cutest clothes when I get older! And how on holidays my hubby, my kids, and I are all going to be matching! I know I'm crazy for prematurely planning all of this, but, dude! That's what I do! I love dressing up and I love dressing other people. Here's me posing in what I wore to church today:

Besides dressing people, I love taking care of people... Kids mostly. I have a serious case of what's some people refer to as the 'mommy-syndrome'. Sometimes, most of the time, it's a bad thing. I don't like constantly having to monitor things that people do, but I like taking care of people because it makes me feel important! That's probably the reason I love Noobzstergail so much!


Onto the down side of easter... I ate so mother-chuckin much today. I ate a disgustingly large amount of the best Trinidadian roti in the world! It was sooooo good and I had this huge plate of it. For those of you that have never had roti, it's basically curried chicken, chick peas, potatoes, and chipati (this Indian bread-ish thing that is soooo freaking amazing). And in the tastiness of this delicious dish lies my problem. Another bit of information for people who don't know: I sorta have a problem with food. No I'm not anorxic. No I don't have an eating disorder... I just don't like feeling full. The one feeling that Americans have grown to love, repulses me. Funny thing is, I love making food, and I love how food tastes; I just don't like how it feels.


So after my roti-feast, I went a step further and had a gigantic slice of the richest gourmet chocolate cake in the world! My grandfather (whom I love) bought it from Wegmans, knowing full well that I would absolutely die after one mouthwatering bite. Yes, readers, he did it on purpose. He knows my beef with food. But the cake was so damned good that I shall forgive him. I'll just have to do a helluva lot of exercising tonight because I can still feel it in my tummy. I want it gone.


So despite the fact that I totally pigged-out, today was a good day. It was absolutely lovely outside and that definately helped my mood a bit. And although there was a foggy haze sheathing my whole day because I didn't get to see the love my life, I got to talk to him. Sleep well, Noobzstergail. I won't be killing myself anytime soon if life continues to go the way it's going.