Donut Daze

Good Monday, Everyone! I woke up to the “tinging” sound of little pellets on the roof. Ugh. It just fuels my growls at the whole groundhog thing. I mean “early spring” and 6 weeks being the same thing notwithstanding, they never address what happens when the groundhog doesn’t see his shadow, realizes he’s hungry and searches for a rutabaga which he doesn’t find and goes back to sleep grumbling that we woke him up and didn’t even feed him and curses us with an extended and confusing transition for winter to spring. And don’t forget a grumpy groundhog who is hungry and you don’t have a rutabaga for him will not only curse the perennials but he’ll probably eat some of them too. I figured that’s what happened to my favorite tulips last year. –sigh—


So after coming downstairs, I figured out my breakfast points like a good girl. I take a day off from the diet every couplafew weeks. I read some articles that suggested that was a good thing for dieting because it doesn’t allow metabolism to adjust, just like eating a variety of foods and changing things up a bit does. It actually makes sense. No one gains from one day of eating or one day of eating any more than they lose from one day of exercise. So I took yesterday as my day off. All a day off really means is that I didn’t count the number of chocolate eggs and I had extra donut servings. I’ve wanted a donut for a few weeks. It can’t be called a craving because a craving is fairly constant and a few weeks would never pass before insanity if it wasn’t satisfied. But for a few weeks when I think about breakfast “a donut” has often been my desire. So, yesterday when David was coming home from trying to catch a few trains in the holes of sunlight that occasionally broke through the clouds, he stopped at Tim Horton’s. YAY!

Unfortunately the Tim’s he stopped at did NOT have my favorite Walnut Crunch donuts, so he got me a 10-pack of Timbits, with nothing filled or powdered, and a half dozen of these babies:

They’re cream-filled, chocolate frosted Easter Egg Donuts. They’re so good! He and I both had one yesterday and with 4 left they were breakfast this morning. I like to keep my breakfasts at or under 10 points. I had an apple and coffee, very minimal points, and the Easter Egg donut make the rest of breakfast. I’ll have my yogurt with lunch.

So I’m sugared up and caffiened up and ready to get this week started!

Monday Quiz About Me
Hosted by Acting Balanced and Touristic

1. What is the most expensive car repair you ever paid for?

Well, my Dad paid for the transmission rebuild on my first car, so that doesn’t count. The most expensive repair I paid for was body work after an accident. It was my fault because I hit ice and skidded into the car in front of me. I’m actually kinda proud because the damage could have been so much worse to not just our cars if I hadn’t steered out of the skid. We didn’t file a report, just exchanged information and I paid for her repairs. I had a little crunch that’s still crunched 2 years later, but since it was my fault, repairing her car was my priority.


2. Who is the big bad wolf in your world?

Multiple Sclerosis


3. At what age is the best to have a first child?

It’s different for every person. Preferably it’s timed so that both members of a couple are ready to make or adopt a child, or that a woman or man is emotionally and financially stable enough to take on the responsibilities of single parenthood by having or adopting a child.

That’s my opinion in an ideal world.

In a less than ideal world, adoptions can happen in a hurry if a child loses its parents or the parents are unable to emotionally care for the child. There is also the “oops” factor. Unfortunately too many “oops” factor babies are born to parent(s) who are not chronologically, emotionally or financially ready to have a child but rather than ensuring the child has a healthy loving and at least basic needs home with parents who are ready to adopt, force the baby into a disadvantaged future.

Um, I guess that was a bit of a soap box…. 

25 years old

4. When was the last time you said something nice to someone?

I’m usually a nice person and I don’t keep track of when I say something nice. But now that I’m trying to think of when the last time was, I don’t really remember, so maybe I’m not such a nice person after all.


And don't forget to add a 5th Question on your own blog so we can answer as we hop around!

5. How long do you think it takes for a new pet to recognize its name?

We’ve had Morgan for 5 weeks now and she seems to have no clue what a Morgan is. I guess this troubles me because Kaline and Carla seem to know who I’m talking about when I say Morgan’s name. Carla was responding to “Carla” after about three weeks, but she responded to “Sassy,” her shelter name, too so a little bit of calling her “Sassy-Carla” was really all it took. Morgan doesn’t respond to “Bissett” either.

When I say “Morgan” around them, Kaline and Carla go on high alert and begin looking around for Morgan, but Morgan occasionally flicks her ears when I say her name, but mostly she acts like “What’s a Morgan?”