Monday, April 6, 2009

how good am I to me?



Roses and a cd of Dr Hook love songs? Oh yes. If no one's gonna buy them for you, you have to buy them yourself. I even asked for the cd for Mother's Day, or Valentine's day, whichever, but did not recieve. I have to admit to standing in Tesco before Mother's Day, gazing at the big beautiful bunch of pink roses, the kind that look all round and tissue papery, while envisioning the forecourt looking but no doubt expensive bunch I knew I'd get, with the flowers I don't like in them.

They were nice, and are still holding out, actually, but oh, those pink roses.

So the other day I looked at the cd again, and it was the Last One, so I took it as a sign. And there were some poor little roses on sale for €2.99, so I grabbed them too, even though I knew they'd droop by the next day, which they did, but hey.

And then, on Saturday, I was miserable about my husband talking to me like I was shit on the floor over something bizarre and ridiculous, on the way home I stopped in Donnybrook Fayre and bought PESTO, fresh pesto, oh, the lyrical basily greenness of it. With quinoa pasta and organic broccolli for dinner, and a Lindt egg. A little one now, not an Easter Egg.

So yes, it's soothing my soul with THINGS and FOOD, which may not be healthy, but it's in the interests of feeling I deserve treats, rather than drowning my self hatred in suppressive fats and carbohydrate.

A little bit different, anyway.

If you think this is an indulgent and boring post, just be thankful I'm writing about it instead of the actual issue. Blech.

It's a horrible rainy day, the sky is virtually on the ground, it's cold.

Here are two things that are good today:

The first is eat pray love by Elizabeth Gilbert. A friend gave it to me for Christmas and I am devouring it slowly in tiny increments. It's beautifully written and I feel like she could teach me anything.

And the second is what I made my daughter for breakfast - just right for this sudden rainy grimness. Three words.

Hot
Toasted
Cinammon
Bagle.

Mmmmm, you'd almost press it to your face for a warm bagel facial and try and absorb some of the aromatic spicy doughy heat into your heart.

Wheat eaters, go get yourself one.

15 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

I think it's a beautiful thing to buy ourselves what we need. It shows we know we are worth getting what we want. At least occasionally.
Enjoy the roses, the egg, the pesto, the pasta, the book, the scent of the cinnamon bagel. And make one for yourself!

mammydiaries said...

Good on ya! Especially the Dr. Hook cd:) Does it have "Sylvia's Mother"on it?

jothemama said...

Well of course!

Rechru said...

"It's a horrible rainy day, the sky is virtually on the ground, it's cold." I don't think there could possibly be a better way of putting that!!
I have Dr Hook on cassette somewhere I wonder does it still work. Enjoy!

jothemama said...

There's LOADS on youtube.

laughykate said...

'A warm bagel facial'.

I SO get that. Wouldn't it be cool if you could climb into one?

jothemama said...

Ohhh, a sort of bagel bed/bath.

Kate, you and me should open a bakery themed spa.

Actually, I wrote a post about a chocolate spa at some point...

laughykate said...

Ohh imagine how good it would smell ?!

morgor said...

that's more than three words!

jothemama said...

You're not wring there, morgor! I must have had one of my little lapses between thinking of it and writing it down - forgot to count!

My Other Blog said...

I found myself craving Italian food when I read "Eat, Pray, Love!"
Who doesn't like a happy ending, but it bothered me that she was young and gorgeous and gets the guy in the end.
I could eat and pray myself around the world 3 times and probably still not find love.

jothemama said...

I HAVEN'T FINISHED YET, My Other Blog.

You could happy up your attitude there. Self fulfilling prophesy, and all that.

jothemama said...

I mean, come on, the whole point of the book is about her difficult and dedicated quest to find happiness and wholeness, and beat her depression and bad patterns etc and the brave extremes she goes to to do it!

It's not about travelling the world, it's about travelling yourself.

Jeeze, woman!

Magoo said...

jothemama, I need to know what the actual issue was. Because I am extremely nosey.

jothemama said...

:)

Yeah, the problem is, I've had sneered at me 'You just go and write all about this on your blog' - despite the fact that I really haven't done that in a long time, it really puts the end to me doing it anymore.