Well, the movers come Monday to haul things off to storage. After that, there won't be a ton to be doing. Some touch up painting, getting the building to replace some windows, maybe start packing a few boxes, but really at the house not much.

Now at work I need to really get serious about documenting practices and get organized before I have to tell my boss that I'm leaving. And there is the whole thing of our office moving in 2 weeks.

So: chocolate milk, white bread, dessert after dinner, soda. Everyday food or treat food when you were a kid?

All treats. We never had store-bought white loaf bread, and to this day I don't like it. We had chocolate milk fairly often, but it was always a treat. We never had soda except ginger ale when we were sick.

I pretty much keep my house the same way. We buy whole wheat loaf bread for sandwiches (or baguettes or ciabatta, which are of course white but not the same!), we don't keep soda in the house and I almost never drink it, we have chocolate milk maybe once a week as a treat, and we don't have dessert regularly after dinner (though I do have a sweet tooth, and Casper tends to *ask* for dessert after every dinner).

IOCasperN, her teacher's aide just told me they wrote acrostic name poems this week, and hers used the word "voracious." God I love my kid.

So my dry cleaner knows me too. I've only been there four times and last time they had my order ready by the time I reached the counter. I know it's good service, but it feels kinda creepy. At least at CVS I'm here all the time.

Excellent progress, msbelle!

IOCasperN, her teacher's aide just told me they wrote acrostic name poems this week, and hers used the word "voracious." God I love my kid.

Awesome.

We'd only have dessert on Friday nights. I think the reasoning was that eating sugar makes you more hungry, so if you finish a meal with something sweet, you'll be hungrier later than if you didn't. Or something like that.

Excellent word, flea!

Also excellent msbelle house news! I love how much you're loving this. It's going to be awesome.

I feel like a freak over here, or maybe my mom was -- we lived on Wonder Bread, Frosted Flakes and Apple Jacks (ooh, and Freakies! when they were still around), and we usually had soda and some kind of snack cake around, as well as Chips Ahoy (my dad's weakness) and usually other Keebler cookies. Also, mostly canned vegetables.

I will say this -- my mom has lupus and was pretty ill most of my childhood, and my dad often pitched in with cooking. The funniest thing is she's now totally into fresh vegetables and fruits, low fat stuff, whole wheat bread, all that. She worships at her farmer's market, I swear.

white bread, normal

chocolate milk was a treat

desserts-- sometimes, but my dad always wanted vanilla ice cream, which I don't even eat now. preferred desserts were homemade. Which means there isn't a lot now, because I don't make 'em. Much

Soda not often. There is more in my house now, but I don't drink it.

and the strict limits on junk food are part of why I gained weight in college. Bland food for some one that loves to eat is the other. Very slowly I am gaining control over the junk food. Mostly by feeding my taste buds good food

chocolate milk, white bread, dessert after dinner, soda. Everyday food or treat food when you were a kid?

Treats. Hot chocolate a few times in the winter, whole wheat bread, occasional desert. And soda was only for birthday parties and a day or two after (which was the second-best part about birthdy parties).

We did, however, eat a fair amount of white pasta as it was cheap and we was broke. Whole wheat pasta wasn't really an option. Brown rice was the bane of my existance.

I remember being upset as a kid that I was told that I couldn't have chocolate milk or ice cream or cookies because they were fattening, but my friends ate them all the time and were thinner than me.

Same here. It's actually a running joke in my family.

Oh man, sugar cereal was something we campaigned for on a weekly basis and got like twice a year. When my sister was growing up (she's ten years younger) my mom had given up a bit and was also less involved in the shopping and she got it pretty much all the time. I think my brother and I still resent her a little for it.

Very slowly I am gaining control over the junk food. Mostly by feeding my taste buds good food

This is me now. One of the (many) reasons it kills me my mom's not still around - she'd be so amazed at where I've ended up. (On a lot of things actually - she lived through the epic battles but not long enough to see how many of them she won.)

I only got sugar ceral at camp... then my mom became a director of the camp and it went bye-bye. Evil.

White bread, Wylers lemonade, powdered ice-tea, the cheese in the plastic... we had those down the shore with our grandparents. It was AWESOME.

Hah! I went to a Girl Scout camp that was on a carob-instead-of-chocolate style healthfood kick. I felt so betrayed!