I was writing a mass email the other day and had my entire contacts list up. Susan's name is still there. Obviously, I should delete it, but it seems too cruel to do it so close to her death. Mother's Day is this weekend, and I think it will be really hard for Phil and the girls. I'm thinking of calling, but I don't know if that would be too awkward. Nobody tells you how you're supposed to handle things like this. I've been thinking about Susan a lot lately. I am in decent health and decent shape, but I know I can do better. I was eating my beloved Swedish Fish the other day when I looked at the ingredients list and thought to myself, "Do I really need to be putting carnauba wax in my body?" Don't they clean cars with that? I was so inspired by the way Susan lived her life the last few years. She obviously had much stronger motivations with regard to her diet, but good clean living would do all of us a little good. So while I don't want to go to extremes or adopt a cheesy "this is for Susan" motivation, I do want to feel inspired by what she did and maybe think twice before reaching for that Milk Dud. I thought about making a "May resolution" or something stupid like that, but why does it need to be a big momentous occasion? So as of today, May 8, I am going to try to take better care of myself by being pickier about what I put in my body. No point doing all that damn running if I've got nothing to show for it a roll of Rolos later.
Cnn.com ran an interesting article about bloggers yesterday and mentioned this blog: http://snickollet.blogspot.com/ (sorry, still haven't figured out the linking thing--man I'm a Luddite). Anyway, not only is it a really good blog, but I really connected with it on so many levels: parenting issues, husband was Korean, the C word. And I was inspired to write more frequently. So as of today, May 8, I'm going to write more frequently and hopefully more substantively. But I won't give up writing about reality TV.
Speaking of which, good riddance to Nikki on Top Chef last night. Dude, step up to the plate and take some ownership--her abdication of responsibility was totally ridiculous. Hung Lite--I mean Dale--was a little annoying at Judges' Table, but man, I wouldn't have been able to bite my tongue either.
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Dale="Hung Lite". That is SO right!
Click here for DavidDust's Top Chef Chicago recap.
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