New Discovery

AAAAGGGG!!  I just found a fat pad on my foot.  I didn't know you could get fat there.  That is the final straw.  I am starting a real diet tomorrow.  Not one of those fake diets where you just pretend you aren't eating junk, but sneak it when no one is looking.  A real diet where I don't eat crap all day long.  No more crap!!! No more fat pad on my feet!!!

Disappear

The blessings of blogging is one can just disappear into it and completely ignore their own life.  As I resurface three hours later I am much better able to face my own challenges.  Thank you for your funny, insightful, inspiring words. 

Stolen days

Yesterday I was supposed to work, but it was so slow that I was able to leave after only 4hours. My husband didn't have school so we were able to have a free day together. We went to lunch, then shopping for my birthday present(new boots), free makeup, and some new clothes. After a nap, we still had time to study and went to bed early. We have been trying to have a "date day" FOREVER, and to have this stolen day was wonderful. And I was paid for it.

Note To Self #1

Why oh why do I do this to myself?  I made Tres Leches Cake (translation Three Milks) yesterday knowing that I am lactose intolerant.  I also know that I love this cake.  I cannot say no when it is around.  So what did I do?  My husband and I ate almost half of it yesterday.  I hurt all the way up to my ribs.  Every breath reminds me why I should NEVER eat that cake and yet I do.  Even now, I know it is in the fridge and I want just one bite.  Dare I go down that road again?  Can I have just one bite?

New Years Resolution in November

I think regularly about all the writer blogs that I follow, an am occasionally jealous that I am  not more of a writer.  The only creative writing I have ever done is haiku poems in grade school.  I wrote haiku because they were only three lines and had no story.  Fit the requirements without too much work.  I don't even have a journal, because every time I start one it just becomes a place to whine and complain.  Then I realize that if I blogged two or three times a week, this could be a journal.  I can't spend all my time being miserable or complaining because "people" will be reading it.  True, I don't have many followers, but those of you that read and comment make a difference to me.  So we are going to pretend that the last month didn't happen and I will set a goal to blog more.  Now I have an electric recording of my thoughts and days.  When someone feels like writing a story about my life (as I am sure they will) there will be something to follow.