I'm also torturing him, because we arrived home and one of his presents I'd gotten for his birthday was at the door, and I wouldn't let him open it. He actually wouldn't speak to me for an hour, he was so mad.
I debated whether or not to eat one of the paczkis in the office today. After all, I worked out really super hard last night. To the point that I think I've finally revved my metabolism up, because I was dreaming of eating a giant steak. So after much consideration, I ate the paczki. After all, it's Fat Tuesday. And I did work out last night.
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Well, I had to google paczkis to find out what it was. But then I was SO sorry - because I really wanted one.
You are sooooooooooo mean! No desserts?? Let me know how well it works out. I'll take a banana please. :)
You informed Cman that he has to give up something he loves so much because you need a constant reminder of your own faith and belief?
If I were a six year old boy, I would not look fondly on Lent, religion, and mothers.
He should be the one who decides what he should sacrifice.....maybe.
When I was growing up I had to do all these things. I was an altar boy. I did Novenas, Stations of the cross, high masses, every day was a religious day.
I can barely stand to walk into a church now. I still have faith but I guess I am getting revenge on the world for being told I had to do these things.
You may look at things totally different but I thought I would thow another point of view out there.
I guess I have been damaged.
http://mylifephilosphy.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-life-in-quasi-fanatical-paramilitary.html
Fruit as dessert, an interesting concept.
:-)
::mingle::
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