Ah, it’s that time of year again where after gorging ourselves on holiday faire straight through the 15th of February we then deny ourselves something….something GOOD for 40 days. Till Easter, when we can again gorge ourselves on holiday faire (Cadbury Cream Eggs anyone?).
Last year I gave up cheese. Dude. That was rough. I am a vegetarian and mama eats a LOT of cheese. Swiss cheese in particular. I crave it! There is nothing like a swiss cheese, tomato, avacado, and sprout sandwich on light rye with some spicy mustard.
I hadn’t given giving up cheese much thought, and it came back to bite me in the bum. As I was about to partake of a bagel and cream cheese, it hit me! Cream Cheese is cheese. Or is there some sort of magical cream cheese loophole? Alas, no. No cream cheese for me. No pizza. No grilled cheese to go with my soup. No cheese. Sigh.
Today as I was doing my eyebrows before I hit the gym (what? like you don’t make up before you hit the gym?) I thought that perhaps this year I should give up Vanity for Lent. Then I remembered that I live in hoodies and yoga pants and thought to myself perhaps I should give up Sloth and move a bit more towards Vanity. I am totally painting my nails once I’m done with this post. Start small people.
Max’s language is coming along at a crazy pace. Just the other day he busted out with cupcake. Ok, so it’s more like keek-keek but he and I both knew exactly what he wanted. I figure it’s a hop, skip, and a jump from keek-keek to a word that sounds a bit like ‘ducker’.
So for Lent this year I am giving up cursing. This might be harder than cheese. I already messed up once. Shame on me.
I’ve got a sailor’s mouth. Always have. No idea why or where it came from as my mother does not like that language at all, and of all my friends only WWJD had a mouth like me. And seeing as how Godson Ben is 4 now (how on earth did that happen? The time, it flies.) she’s far ahead of me on curbing the curses. I just don’t want my sweet faced little boy whilst strapped his car seat spouting off with some string of expletives and honestly, if I don’t take the proverbial bull by the horns my kid will be ready for a Tarantino flick before he’s two.
So away I go…once more into the breach. Armed with only ‘shut the front door!’ and ‘holy buckets!’ (Do you think I can carry that last one off? My friend Katie says it and it’s a.dor.able. when she does it. I feel ridiculous.) Ah well. I’m keeping blast and bugger and also damn. Because if cjane
can say damn I can too. I mean she’s a good Mormon for the love of Ray J!
Wish me luck kids. I’m going to need it!