Baby Dinosaurs

If I keep this blog going as consistently and long as I hope to, sooner or later my readers are going to be aware of a lot of my habits and those who are close to me.  I want to get an extreme one out of the way right now.  A running joke in my immediate family is how much my sister and I eat.  She brings out the worst in me.  When I'm living on my own I eat very reasonably and I'm pretty good at portioning out my meals.  And I think when she's alone she's decent at it.  Granted, we've both been vegetarians for a while now which naturally allows your body to consume more food without feeling as full.  She is a dedicated dancer which I'm sure helps a lot with keeping her trim, but I think really it's our metabolism.  We owe a lot to our genes, and I acknowledge that.  But when we're together, we eat like the food in front of us is our last meal ever.

The scene at the end of "No Strings Attached", where Natalie Portman's character orders and consumes an ungodly amount of breakfast food could have been written after dining out with my sister and I.  Basically, together we eat like baby dinosaurs.  My mom took us to Eat n' Park this morning and our table had 3 pancakes, 4 pieces of toast, a waffle, hash browns, and two plates of scrambled eggs.  Oh yeah, and my mom had a fruit cup and two biscuits (we're not adopted, maybe food moderating comes with age).

  Following breakfast, my sister and I proceeded to talk about the leftover amount of "dirt" from last night's family dinner.  If you've never had "dirt", you need to.  It's a beautiful mess of oreo, chocolate pudding and whip cream.  My mom let us eat the leftovers right out of the pan, which was awesome because that's what Mack gets scolded for most at our house.  Eating ice cream straight out of the carton.  #2 action is eating ice cream out of the carton or any food while at the computer.
"You got a C on that exam?  At least I hope you tried your hardest hunny."
"Please don't have random sex, Mackenzie." This was serious advice given today after I, the child who my parents have seriously given up on but still love and pray for, made a very dirty play on words.
"I love your dress sweetie!  Have a nice day at school!"  The dress doesn't make it 20 minutes through the school day before getting a dress code violation.  We're not sluts, we just have really long legs and no upper body.
"MACKENZIE PUT THAT ICE CREAM IN A FREAKING BOWL.  AND YOU ARE GOING TO RUIN THE COMPUTER."

This is for anyone who thinks I exaggerate.  Please note the exercise ball in the background to note our attempts at a healthy lifestyle.
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