So, I'd like to begin with saying...I recycled! For the first time. That's almost pathetic. But it's true, I've never done recycling. Ever. Until now. We took our first little batch out to the main bins yesterday. I didn't realize just how much we waste.

I'm listening now to Regina Spektor's Ghost of Corporate Future and, not only do I love this song and Regina in general, but whenever I'm in a social situation that finds me nervous or anxious about other people's reactions or opinions, I sing this to myself. "People are just people, they shouldn't make you nervous, the world is everlasting, it's coming and it's going...

...if you don't toss your plastic, the streets won't be so plastic..."

So what about tossing plastics? What about those envelopes with plastic windows? Or ziplock bags? Or anything that doesn't have the little arrow triangle printed on it? And the caps to bottles, milk jugs and the like? Askin' my questions and get some dancers.

That's my 2 year old's version of Ariel's song. Answers is the original lyric, for those who don't sing Disney songs all day long. Not just Disney songs, really. My girl's a big fan of The Beatles. Her favourites being Let It Be(ep), Hey Jude, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds and Yesterday. Girl's got good taste.

Alright...in a show of will I will be taking a chocolate sabbatical. No comments from the husband here, I want only encouragement. 100 days. A good solid number. Chocolate is my vice. Okay one of, but really, the worst. Chocolate has complete power over me. But no more! 100 days and then a significant increase in moderation. I won't give it up forever tho. No, no. Chocolate is one of those things I will not sacrifice completely. Like whole milk dairy products. 2%? Low-fat cheese? Skim?? I think not. And no last hurrah for me either. I begin this instant. Why do we always wait to start things? The beginning of a year? A day? A week or month? Why not the beginning of a moment? Start. Now. Farewell, Chocolate, my friend, my lover...until the 24th of July at least.

Sometimes Ben Folds makes me think of Kermit the Frog. Anyone feeling me here?

Go listen to You Don't Know Me by Ben Folds. Better yet, go make a Regina Spektor station on PANDORA and enjoy some lovely tunes. Right now, people. Why are you still reading this? Go!

"...and if you kiss somebody then both of you'll get practice." ;)