D'una new blog et. cetera

First off, I would like to let you all know that I have created a new blog with my friend and partner in excessive musical purchase crime, Anu. It can be found here: www.dunakho.blogspot.com, so if you actually think some of what I write about music is interesting, you can find it there. If, on the other hand you find it totally boring, stuff about my life and knitting will be here. If you think that I am completely full of shit, keep it to yourself and go read another blog somewhere else.

Second of all, I would like to congratulate Ann on her new house.

Onto the et cetera.

I have finished one Lotus Blossom shawl. I am still in the midst of devising a clever place/way to block it. I will post blocked photos of it then, but until then, know that kitty is using it as a bed. This is kitty trying to get to it while it's still in the bag, but since then, it has been removed from the bag, and kitty loves it. I almost took it away, but he looked really upset when I tried to.

Then there's the other kitty. My self esteem has taken many knocks since this whole diabetes thing came up. The biggest part is that I convinced myself that I was "doing it wrong" when trying to administer his insulin. I just thought I was controlling the blood sugar of his fur more than the blood sugar of his, you know, blood. So, the vet and I came up with a solution that suits me quite well. Liam on the other hand, is not thrilled. Especially since Apache has made fun of him since he came home. I'm talking about the shaven strip on his back side.

Finally, onto my weakness. I love Cadbury eggs. I love them. I love the mini ones, I love the creme filled ones. Back in the days of my depression (also known as 2001-2004), I would contribute significantly to Hershey's bottom line (who manufactures Cadbury in the US... yes, I know that, don't you?) each Easter. It might even have been a line item on the corporate quarterly report: "Excessive chocolate intake by one, very depressed, Kristen Homiquest." Anyway, I've been working my butt off for the past two months with a personal trainer twice a week, doing cardio about 4 times a week and following a diet, doing quite well. My second official weigh in is Tuesday. And look, I'm so happy that I'm losing weight, I feel great, people are complimenting me, the shop might open soon, and on and on. But I'm not going to go through Easter without any freaking Cadbury eggs, I'm an American dammit, I deserve them. The problem is that I have no will power. Even if I brought the chocolate into the house with every intention of eating it after Tuesday, there is absolutely NO way, it would make it. Unless I put in a hindrance. So I did what any other completely insane, recovering fat person would do, I locked the chocolate in my hope chest with a combination lock. Ahhhh.