I Can’t Help Myself

by Sarah on January 20, 2011 · 8 comments

Thanks so much for all your joyful comments on yesterday’s Sweet Blogger High post! I couldn’t help but feel lucky to be in such a supportive e-community [Did I just say e-community? I guess I couldn’t help channeling an executive for ivillage.com just then…] who seems to really care about what I have to say. Every time I received an e-mail notice that I had a new comment, my heart filled just a little bit more. :) I couldn’t help but find some irony, however, in how pleased I was that I got the most comments I’ve ever had (and the most page views for one post in a single day) and also that people said they loved me….in a post about not caring about what other people think. [Sigh] Such is life. I can’t help being human. :)

So, Sugar Pie (Honey Bunch), what else couldn’t I help doing?
Well, I couldn’t help eating both the Spiced Pumpkin ‘n Pear Butter and (Country) Bumpkin Butter every day this week for breakfast….mixed in yogurt….and topped with…more bananas. [Double the banana, double the fun?]

…or both black and blueberries! And I couldn’t help but notice I’d inadvertently made a berry smiley face. Do you see it?

I couldn’t help crying big, fat, silent tears through the credits of Blue Valentine.Nor could I help bringing home half of my steak sandwich (I couldn’t help craving MEAT—grrrr!) from the movie. [I also can’t help that the Alamo is the best place to watch a movie ever….food + films? Yes, please.]
I couldn’t help bringing snacks in my purse (as usual)…so I was kind of full.

[There were a lot more veggies in that bag originally. I couldn’t help running late and forgetting to snap a photo before the movie. I also can’t help being surprised that I didn’t actually finish them.]

I couldn’t help trying a mix of Trader Joe‘s peanut flour….

….and yogurt….…and Bumpkin Butter.

I couldn’t help but think that if peanut butter + bananas = delicious….and bananas + pumpkin = delicious, then peanut butter + bananas + pumpkin = even MORE delicious.

And like some sort of mathematical genius who knows that if A + B = C and B + D = C, then A + B + C = C + C with some sort of X thrown in for the yogurt corollary*….well, my mathematical equation went very, very right.

*[I can’t help but be confused by what I just wrote.]

I couldn’t help killing time after school, before an evening academic event, by heading to Sprouts. [I can’t help feeling a sense of comfort in wandering the aisles.]
I couldn’t help some not-entirely-necessary items from hopping into my basket. [TWO cartons of Arctic Zero? Hey…I can’t help taking advantage of a sale….] Although I couldn’t help putting back these Siggi’s when it turned out they were NOT on sale. [I can’t help that I’m sometimes a cheapskate.]
I can’t help that I am currently obsessed with winter squashparticularly the spaghetti variety.
And I couldn’t help wanting to eat it with everything….including my new Pesto Ratatouille (recipe forthcoming)……or with the leftover Roasted Red Pepper Soup I couldn’t help ordering at Snack Bar over the weekend. And I can’t help being a genius for adding some diced zucchini and mushrooms….….mixing all that up in the bug* and heating it up!

*I also can’t help that it’s more fun to eat out of bugs [bowl (slash) mugs] and jars than any other dish.I couldn’t help but re-read the song I wrote for National Popcorn Day and notice I had forgotten a verse! I couldn’t help taking the time to fix it….and I seriously can’t help thinking Justin Timberlake is so. frickin’. hot.After seeing the recipe for Sweet Citrus Marmalade in the January 2011 issue of Southern Living
I couldn’t help that the recipe’s seeming ease combined with the proliferation of delicious Texas citrus….….forced me to make it immediately.Granted, I made quite a few alterations. But I can’t help knowing that deserves its own post. :)

I couldn’t help getting brain freeze after a co-worker surprised me with Ice Dream from Chick-Fil-A.
I can’t help it that they have discovered my one fast food weakness is soft-serve anything.

I also couldn’t help getting sinus seizure from a too-large-chunk of wasabi in the edamam-mus I brought to school as a snack.
I couldn’t help but love my job when a small first grader came up behind me in the hallway and gave me a huge waist-hug.

But I couldn’t help but fear losing it after this occurred…

Me: “Come on y’all, just give it a shot!”
Small Child: “Of BEER!”

I couldn’t help but smile
and think, “Yes, this is my life. And that’s not so bad.”