For you and me and all the girls

The lovely Jeney over at Just a Lost Soul Swimmin' in a Fish Bowl is hosting a giveaway. Go read and enter.

I've had a problem with food, thought the opposite of the book. I love to eat. I'm from the South. It's what we do. We eat all the time for everything. We have festivals about food. I eat when I'm bored, lonely, anger and for no reason at all. I've watched my mom struggle when her weight my whole life. She has gastic bypass sugery last year and is doing fine with it. Last weekend, I tried on my new dresses for her. She asked what size they where and I told her. She then looked me and said "Too bad I can't wear them." To have your mom be a size smaller than your is a shock. That's never happened to me before. I think it's great for her. I'm happy that she's happy. She didn't make me feel bad about it or anything. I just felt so bad after she said that because that's what we do to ourselves. I'm not going to stop eating. I am going to try and figure this out. I have started trying to eat healthy. I need to do some soul searching and get to the bottom of why I feel this way.

I hope that we can all figure this out. I hope that we can all learn to love our bodies and souls. To feel better from the inside out.

BLOG SWAP!!!

I got paired up with James for the 20sb blog swap. I've never participated before so this is all new to me. Here is his blog entry. I'm over at his blog. Here's his entry for today. Hope you like our topic :-)

I signed up randomly for the 4th 20sb Blog Swap, and found it to be such a cool experience that I vowed to participate in as many as I could. So, for the 5th 20sb Blog Swap, I got paired with Heather. At first glance, I was a bit scared. Me, a man, write for a self-described feminist? Chances are I couldn't blag it with a drunk post about dating minefields like I did last time.

After a spot of emailing, we decided to talk about holidays. Specifically, favourite holidays. Now, seeing as I'm due to head to the Lake District for a week's hiking and relaxing on Saturday, I figured this was well timed.

But hang on. Favourite holidays. How do you choose one? I've been luckily enough to have holidayed in places such as California, Vermont, Massachusetts, Crete, Portugal, Scotland, Florida and England, and I can't choose one of them easily.

If it was based upon distance, then sure, my trips to California would nail them. But then what about culture? American life isn't really any different to English life; I'd be looking at Portugal or Crete. Or weather? Not as easy as you might think - Crete and Portugal had gorgeous weather, but there was no variation - and baking hot gets pretty boring after a while. Vermont had lovely warm summer days mingled with blissfully cool times - a real blessing when you're trekking through the mountains.

I'd rather choose based on experience. But that's another thing - is one experience truly better than others? Granted, I wouldn't put a car crash as a better experience than, say, skydiving - but you know what I mean.

My trips to the Lake District and Scotland have largely been hiking trips. I mean, if you're going to a mountainous region with absolutely stunning vistas from the summits, you're going to climb them. It's a lot more challenging than, say, heading off to Florida and taking in the sights (or, you know, beaches). But you wouldn't go to Florida with the goal of hiking and climbing mountains.

I can honestly say that every single one of my holidays has been unmatched by any other. Like last year, when my Dad and I spent ten days in San Francisco and Monterey Bay. Or when my family, including my Aunt and Uncle, my three cousins and two of their boyfriends, all trekked up to Scotland and enjoyed two weeks in the highlands. It's comparable, but uncomparable at the same time.

It's about the moment. How you feel at that moment. Looking back, with that in mind, it's actually quite obvious what my favourite holiday was.

All of them.

You should go read it

So, my wonderful friend Pam is having a giveaway for the grand opening of her new blog. You all should go check it out and sign up to win the cool stuff, not to mention her awesome writing. I could so use that $20 Barnes and Noble gift card, haha.

All the book I ordered last week came in this week. I'm now waiting on all the Harry Potter books to get here. I can't wait to start reading them again.

There is something that has been bothering me for a while. My mom keeps asking me for money. It's not for stuff they need around the house. It's for stuff she wants, all her scrapbook stuff. I'm tired of her always saying she needs money. She doesn't NEED money, she WANTS money. I know I probably sound like a selfish bitch, but I hope you understand. My mom is capable of getting a part time job. She called me at work yesterday, saying her needed money. I told her I was busy, she asked that I call her back so she could come meet me. I told her no. I forgot about the whole conversation until I received a lovely voicemail from her while at work last night thanking me for fucking calling her back about the money she needed. Yeah, great move mom. I don't know what to do about it anymore.

Any advice?