I'm not Catholic or particularly religious, but ever since I left home for college I have always given up something for Lent. I think it's good to remind myself (at least once a year) how fortunate I am and how little others get by on...be that food, money, love, etc.
So are you ready for the big unveil?
This year for the Lenten season I am giving up soda.
Say what?
You didn't know I could survive without Diet Coke?
Me either.
We'll see how this goes, abstaining for 40 days and nights...STARTS NOW!
Can I do it?
Showing posts with label Diet Coke. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Diet Coke. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Monday, April 5, 2010
Frenzied Sputnik
Let's set the mood for this particular scene, shall we?
After a sugar infused weekend and a 6 hour trip home the little dude was more than a bit thrilled to be home. So thrilled in fact, that he was just spinning endless circles so quickly that he couldn't stand up straight. He cried only when he was too dizzy to stand up and continue spinning like the Tazmanian Devil on speed.
A few hours home and Tim and I had unpacked and were in the midst of making dinner. Steak juice on Tim's fingers and my back to the whole scenario, the following ensues.
(thunk)
Tim: Liam don't do that.
(thunk)
Tim: Liam please stop it's going to...
*And because we know the third time is a charm*
(thunk!)
Shhhhhhhhhhhhh...spizzle...frrrrrt...a Diet Coke can goes whizzing around the kitchen spurting high fructose corn syrup and Nutrasweet on every surface high and low including the three of us. Liam dashes away from the frenzied can of Coke trying to make like Sputnik and take off right there in our kitchen. It burbles and fizzles until every last drop is gone.
And, then we clean, but our buddy doesn't want to be left out...
and so he cleans too.
After a sugar infused weekend and a 6 hour trip home the little dude was more than a bit thrilled to be home. So thrilled in fact, that he was just spinning endless circles so quickly that he couldn't stand up straight. He cried only when he was too dizzy to stand up and continue spinning like the Tazmanian Devil on speed.
A few hours home and Tim and I had unpacked and were in the midst of making dinner. Steak juice on Tim's fingers and my back to the whole scenario, the following ensues.
(thunk)
Tim: Liam don't do that.
(thunk)
Tim: Liam please stop it's going to...
*And because we know the third time is a charm*
(thunk!)
Shhhhhhhhhhhhh...spizzle...frrrrrt...a Diet Coke can goes whizzing around the kitchen spurting high fructose corn syrup and Nutrasweet on every surface high and low including the three of us. Liam dashes away from the frenzied can of Coke trying to make like Sputnik and take off right there in our kitchen. It burbles and fizzles until every last drop is gone.
And, then we clean, but our buddy doesn't want to be left out...
and so he cleans too.
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