I’ve got my big girl pants on

Literally.  I had to buy bigger scrub pants yesterday for work.    I guess it’s back to the gym.

 

GO Saints!

 

 

What a rainy day!  We always get the riff of storms off the hurricanes that hit the gulf coast.  Yes, we live about 8-9 hours from New Orleans, but we get some good storms from them.  You should see the lake!  HUGE waves, at least for the lake.  I’m glad that Mike brought the boat in, it would’ve gotten the crap beat out of it.

My sister in law (SIL) went and stayed with my other SIL to avoid the storm.  I believe that most of Mike’s family stayed put in that area.  A few friends that live in Slidell left.  Oh and Mike’s second cousin (who had lost pretty much everything in Katrina) are here in town, again keeping away from the storm.   I haven’t heard of any damage reports from friends or family yet, but I’m hoping and guessing they got less than expected!  I’m pleased with the number of people who DID have sense to evacuate, despite the lack of stormage that really came.  Lesson learned!  I love that the Republican convention was scaled back, and President hope McCain helped put together care packages ~ IN OHIO!  HA!  Get a little closer there!  Oh well, at least he helped!

Michael got a call this morning, and was roped into head coaching Brennen’s flag football team. YEAH!  I feel complete!  I get to be head coach Mommy and provided snacks!  What’s really cool, is they go by NFL teams, and of course, we picked the Saints!  WOOT!  Good die hard Saints fans, even in the (many) bad seasons!  I can’t wait to see their team shirts!

With the storm, I went out and got a yummmy bowl of crab bisque from Fisherman’s Wharf.  It’s so good, thick and chunky!  I brought a bowl of gumbo to Mike, hope he enjoys it!  The resturant has a great deck, and is just around the corner from us, by boat and car.

Funny kid quip of the day:

Timmy:  Can I have drink?

Mommy:  No, it’s my coffee.

Timmy:  Ok (runs off)

Timmy:  (returns with Pizza Planet Buzz Lightyear mug)  I has coffee water.  MMMMM!

 

Loves it!

 

Ok, diet is good, pretty much no sweets or soda.  I am eating this wonderful and probably loaded with fat bisque though!  I did not go to the gym yesterday, as I worked extra Sunday night, and I didn’t go today, well because I have this wonderful soup to eat.  Ok really, I ran some errands and brought some Starbucks to my MIL.  I may go tonight, but certainly in the morning!  I’m trying to convince my new friend Priscilla to join!  She used to live next to my MIL, and has 3 little girls, 2 who are in school.  I know she reads this, so now she MUST join!  Brian, do you hear that!?!?!?!?

Ok, laundry time!

 

I’m going to eat my arm off

Dude.  Seriously.  I need foodage.  For a person who eats all day, anything and everything, I’m really going to eat my arm.  I had tuna on a bagel for breaky, a Arby’s salad for lunch, and now one singlette popcorn chicken (yes one single piece from the whole bucket) from Sonic.   The water thing, eh  I drank one bottle.  I do have a Route 44 diet sprite, that counts right?

Nothing to do with starving to death, but DAMN IT!  I charged my eBay stuff on the wrong PayPal stuff and have THREE overdrafts for $25 each!  So much for saving money on eBay!  But I did get a sweet deal on an 8GB mp3 playa!  Holla!

 

Cheater Cheater, Milkshake Eater

Grrr, so whilst out picking up the boys and washing the car, I get a sweet tooth craving.   So I decided to try one of the infamous Chik-Fil-A milkshakes.  I hear many people brag on them.  Granted, it is NOT in my diet plan, but, well, ya know.

I go through the drive through, too embarrassed by my need of a giant cup of blended milk, sugar, and who knows what else.  I stick the cup in the cup holder of my still shiny new Honda, and drive out on the main road.   I grab the cup to pick it up, and . . .  SPLAT.  The freaking lid comes off!  Milkshake all over my car!  All in the two cup holders, down the side of the console, on my lap, everywhere!  Damn it!

Serves me right for cheating!

 

Waiting

It is that time, the one that comes once a year.  You wait in anticipation each year, and y ou save your money for this.  It blows your diet, but you can’t resist.  They attack you at your door, your school, your work, your church.  Even in the shopping mall parking lot.  Outside Krogers.  Everywhere.  You don’t need them, but it’s for a good cause.  And they are good ~ and you can’t resist. 

Samoas, thin mint, trefoils.  All of them!  Soooo delicious!  I only bought 15 boxes this year!  ACK!  Why can’t I resist them?  They are so overpriced and yet I buy them every year.  I think I need less friends.  I always feel obligated to buy some from each friend’s kid!  Maybe I’ll dump my friends in January, and pick them up again by summer time.  Seems fair!