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Inspiration to Fitness – Week 4

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So last week I mentioned that my playlist is what’s getting me through my workouts.

But I didn’t know that Caroline was going to be sick last week and miss three days of school. So those days turned out to be completely unproductive. And I think that’s one of the hardest things about working out. It seems like something always comes up that changes up your schedule. I’m sure more disciplined people press on through, but I’ve never pretended to be one of those people.

The good thing is I’m motivated to get right back on the horse or the pavement or whatever this week. It just goes back to how much better I feel after a good workout. I can tell a difference in my mood and outlook. And hopefully I’ll eventually feel a difference in my jeans.

Here are the songs that are getting me through right now:

1. Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift

2. Stronger by Mandisa

3. Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You) by Kelly Clarkson

4. Gunpowder and Lead by Miranda Lambert

5. Tokyo by Imagine Dragons

6. All My Fountains by Chris Tomlin

7. Breathe by Michelle Branch

8. P.Y.T. by Michael Jackson

9. Love on Top by Beyonce

10. Walk this Way by Run D.M.C.

So those are my songs. Some of them are old standbys that I’ve had on various workout playlists over the years and some of them are new additions that I might hate in the next month.

But, for now, they keep me moving. And, in the words of Martha Stewart, that’s a good thing.

What about y’all? Any good workout songs you’re loving right now?

I’ve also decided I need some better running socks. I’m thinking about getting these from Lululemon.

Or does anyone have a better sock suggestion?

Socks and music. This is what my life has become.

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I see blue people

Another day

I’m sitting on the couch next to P while he watches Avatar. We’ve never seen it before. He probably hasn’t seen it because he never goes to the movies. I haven’t seen it because I don’t enjoy movies with blue alien people that take place in fake worlds.

I prefer dramas about British aristocracy with women wearing beautiful dresses and singing songs by the piano to soldiers. But I’ll have to wait until P goes to bed to enjoy Downton Abbey. That is my cross to bear.

I’m also sad to report that the non-picking of my shellac nails hasn’t gone so well. They started to drive me crazy on Saturday because they were separating from my nail so bad, but then I spent most of Sunday cleaning out cabinets and closets and I guess it just fed my general OCD and I couldn’t stand my nails ONE MORE MINUTE. And so I have picked at the majority of them. I KNOW. It’s TERRIBLE for my nails. But I had bad nails to begin with so I’m not really concerned.

Anyway, I wish I had something exciting to share from the weekend but that would require that something exciting happened around here. And I assure you that was not the case.

Caroline’s friend Gabi came home from school with her on Friday and spent the night with us. I took the girls to one of those yogurt places where you make your own concoction and then weigh it to determine how much you owe. Apparently I was in the mood to throw money in the toilet on Friday because that’s what happens every time I take Caroline there. She spoons all that stuff into her cup and then takes about four bites before declaring “I’M THE FULLEST I’VE EVER BEEN” and I’m left with a cup of inedible yogurt because only a very discerning palate enjoys a mix of lemon pie with chocolate grooms’ cake topped with gummy worms, sprinkles and butterfingers.

On Saturday morning the girls were awake by 6:15. P and I woke up to the sound of them squealing loudly in the living room and I threw on my robe and did my best impression of the wicked witch of the west by 6:30 a.m. I’m almost positive they made fun of me the minute I left the room because I threw out a lecture about the absurdity of being awake before dark on a Saturday and threatened to put them in separate rooms if they didn’t PIPE DOWN and play quietly.

I climbed back in bed and attempted to go back to sleep, but P got up about thirty minutes after my wicked witch warning and discovered they’d helped themselves to a nutritious breakfast of IBC Cream Soda, Frosted Flakes and a banana.

I’m so proud.

Later that morning P took Caroline to a soccer fun day thing that was going on and I took that time to sit on the couch and enjoy the quiet. I also caught up on Real Housewives of Beverly Hills because I was dying to see Pandora’s wedding and it didn’t disappoint.

They made it back to the house around noon and then we headed to Caroline’s basketball game at 2:00. She had a great game and even made two baskets and got a few rebounds. She’s not the tallest girl out there but she’s a little scrappy.

Their coach told them he’d treat them to Sonic if they won so we spent the rest of Saturday afternoon sitting outside at Sonic while the girls on the team tried their best to sustain a major injury on the old-fashioned merry go round. You know what I’m talking about? One of those kind they used to have on playgrounds where one poor kid would run next to it trying to get it to go super fast while praying she didn’t get sucked under or trip and fall?

It would appear our Sonic isn’t concerned about lawsuits and liability because that thing seems like a big spinning death trap to me. But the girls loved it and I guess we just live in an age of being completely paranoid because I spent plenty of hours on those things and lived to tell the tale.

As for the rest of Saturday, I felt like I was coming down with Caroline’s cold. My throat was scratchy and I just felt blah. But I slept in on Sunday and felt much better after a good night’s sleep. I even cleaned out my bathroom cabinet and threw away all manner of expired medicines.

(This is just fascinating, isn’t it?)

Now I’m sitting here watching a blue man fight off a giant bird-like creature and wondering if Anna and Mr. Bates are going to ever get to be together and live happily ever after and sit on their couch not watching movies about blue people because television hasn’t been invented yet.

And that’s our weekend in a 830 word nutshell.

Fashion Friday: Edition I’ve been a shut in all week

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I wanted to give y’all a brief update on the shellac manicure.  Because I know you’ve all been losing sleep wondering about it.

Here’s the deal.  The polish still looks shiny.  And it hasn’t chipped at all.  Which is amazing considering that I have done nothing to protect my nails at all.

BUT I have noticed that the polish has kind of started to separate from where my cuticles meet the nail.  Does that make sense?  I really notice it whenever I’m doing anything that involves running my fingers through my hair.  It kind of creates some kind of icky sensation that is the hand equivalent of how I feel when I accidentally bite into a water chestnut.

So I don’t know if that’s an application error or just a side effect of the shellac manicure.  I will tell you that it has taken everything in me not to pick at it and peel it off.  But I have shown a resolve of steel and resisted.  It’s so uncharacteristic of me.

Anyway, on a fashion note, I wish I could tell you that I had all kinds of cute things to show you.  But you know what I’ve done this week?  Sat on the couch with a sick child.  The only fashion I know about right now involves a pair of yoga pants and my cleanest dirty shirt.

I will tell you that this is a great time to find boots on sale if you’re in the market for boots.  I’d go with a brown pair because they go with everything.  Even black.  Also, this is the last week to take advantage of the 30% discount at Francescas when you use the code MAMA at checkout.

Lastly, I decided to only link to five things today.  And then I found five cute outfit ideas on Pinterest.  So it’s a mixed bag.

(I wanted to include pics but it just didn’t happen.  Sorry.)

1. marina port pocket coat

I love the neutral tones and the stripes in this jacket. It’s a great transition piece for warmer weather and would look so cute with even just a simple white tank under it, a pair of rolled up jeans and a some sandals.

2. terry sweatshirt

I bought a similar sweatshirt to this a while back and I essentially live in it. There’s something about the terry that makes it irresistible.

3. on the wharf striped top

The whole navy-striped thing is so in for spring and I love the sleeves on this top. They transcend an ordinary t-shirt.

What am I talking about? Transcend? It’s a shirt.

4. cairo embroidered top

I love this top because I’m a little infatuated with orange right now. I love the idea of it paired with turquoise and cowboy boots. Plus, it’s on sale.

There’s a beautiful orange shirt at Sundance right now that Gulley and I both love but, like I told her, it’s RARE that things at Sundance ever go on sale. I think she thought I was being a little harsh, but I was just trying to speak the truth in love.

5. mohair cardigan in leopard

I wasn’t sure how I felt about this, but then I saw the cute outfit I featured below on Pinterest and loved the animal-print cardigan. And this one is on sale.

But if animal print isn’t for you, then you could go with the jackie cardigan. It comes in an array of colors. AN ARRAY.

You can also find cute cardigans at Old Navy for just tens of dollars.

And now here are some outfit ideas that I found while obsessively spending time on Pinterest this week.

Source: polyvore.com via Melanie on Pinterest

Source: farmerstrophywife.com via Melanie on Pinterest

Source: longislandprep.tumblr.com via Anna on Pinterest

Source: polyvore.com via Susan on Pinterest

Source: polyvore.com via Susan on Pinterest

That’s it for today.

Y’all have a great Friday.

Hair is what we’ve been up to

Capital P, Doodle

Well this week hasn’t really gone as planned.

I kept Caroline home from school on Monday because she seemed tired and congested and just wasn’t acting like herself. Which is to say that she was content to just lay in bed and do absolutely nothing. And then Tuesday morning she woke up and announced that her throat still felt “googly” and “scritchy” and so she stayed home again.

On Wednesday morning she was still complaining of a sore throat but didn’t have fever and I was a little suspicious that she might just be enjoying her ill-health and repeated viewings of Mr. Popper’s Penguins while I waited on her hand and foot and fetched her additional ice cubes because “this orange juice isn’t quite as cold as I like it, Mama”. So I sent her to school but told her she could go to the nurse if she didn’t feel good.

Which is why my phone rang at 9:24. It was the school nurse. And so I went and picked Caroline up from school and immediately called the pediatrician to make an appointment to find out if she had strep.

The strep test came back negative but she was diagnosed with a sinus infection and we left with a prescription for an antibiotic.

And so that’s what we’ve been doing for the last three days.

In fact, I’ll go ahead and admit that I hadn’t worn anything but pajama pants until I had to go to school and pick her up yesterday. Three days in pajama pants might be some kind of record. But if you combine the fact that I’m trying to meet a book deadline with a sick child and rainy weather? Well, that’s just a pure laziness trifecta.

P ended up being home most of the day Tuesday because the weather was wet and rainy. (It’s so odd how rain is wet. Wet and rainy? Lamest description ever. I blame too many viewings of Mr. Popper’s Penguins.) We spent some of the day reading a few chapters of Harry Potter and ate a lot of soup.

(We could talk or not talk for hours and we both enjoy soup.)

(So many bowls of soup have been consumed at our house over the last three days that I went to serve chili tonight and discovered we’d completely run out of clean bowls.)

(I ate my chili in a plastic Tony the Tiger bowl.)

(None of that is important. I don’t know why I’m talking about our bowl shortage.)

Anyway, we were all slightly stir crazy by late afternoon and sitting in the kitchen when P called to reschedule an appointment he had to get his hair cut.

He hung up the phone and lamented changing the appointment and said he couldn’t stand one more day with his hair so long. (He’s been growing it out since early December at Caroline’s request. It was a mass of gray cowlicks.) I jokingly said, “I’ll cut it for you.” And Caroline piped in and said, “Me too! Let me cut it, Daddy!”.

And he said, “Okay”.

Really?

You’re going to let our eight year old cut your hair?

Yes. Yes he was.

And so Caroline began to cut his hair while she occasionally said things like, “OOOH! HERE’S A BIG PIECE RIGHT HERE, DADDY! I’M GOING TO CHOP IT!” with just a little too much enthusiasm in her voice.

His reasoning in allowing her to do it was that you can’t really screw up his hair.

But he was wrong.

It seems that the person who was supposed to be supervising the haircut got caught up in the new Boden spring catalog and might have forgotten to pay attention to the child with the scissors.

The good news is it looked pretty good from the front. Good being a relative term. And assuming you’re nearsighted.

The best news is he got it cut by a professional yesterday. And she managed to even the whole thing up. Although he said there were a few times she would remark, “Oh, you’re kind of missing a chunk right here.”

Of course the lesson I’ve learned from all this is I have two people in my house who should never be left alone with scissors when they’re bored.

Or maybe the lesson is the Boden catalog can wait until after your daughter finishes cutting your husband’s hair.

An ounce of prevention – Perfect Portions Scale giveaway

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So here’s the hardest thing about trying to eat healthy. Well, not the hardest thing because that would be all the not eating of the cookies and the chips and the bowls of queso and fresh flour tortillas that are an inch thick, but it’s all relative these days.

My biggest issue has always been all these recipe sites or Weight Watcher guidelines that tell you to eat 4 oz of lunch meat or a 6 oz chicken breast. How am I supposed to know that? Am I some sort of food mathematician? Am I supposed to have some kind of unagi that helps me sense the weight of four slices of ham?

Because I don’t have that.

That’s why I was thrilled to get the Perfect Portions – Food Scale with Nutritional Calculator from Best Buy. It instantly adjusts your food’s nutritional facts to your portion size with its food scale and nutritional calculator in one. A touch of a button shows you how many calories are in food and also tracks the sugar content.

See? It does all the hard work for you. Then all you have to do is enjoy those three delicious and totally filling slices of turkey breast with a side of four carrots and an apple.

Maybe for fun I’ll make a big bowl of queso and put that on it or a cheeseburger from Whataburger. It might cause the thing to blow a fuse, but I wouldn’t really do that because I am committed to healthy eating.

The Perfect Portions Scale has helped me so much because it gives me an accurate count of the calories I’m consuming and the nutritional content of all my meals. For someone like me†who doesn’t like to think about those things or use some kind of old-fashioned weighted scale, it is SOLID GOLD. †If you’re trying to make some healthy lifestyle changes, this scale may be just the thing for you.

While you’re at it, take the pledge!

The good news is that you have a chance to win†a Perfect Portions – Food Scale with Nutritional Calculator†for yourself.

To be entered for a chance to win, all you have to do is leave a comment on this post letting me know how much thought you put into portion size and what you eat during the day. Do you measure? Do you obsess? Or do you eat an entire sleeve of cookies and call it a serving size? Not that I’ve ever done that.

Anyway, here are the rules:

No duplicate comments.

You may receive (2) total entries by selecting from the following entry methods: a) Leave a comment in response to the sweepstakes prompt on this post
b) Tweet about this promotion and leave the URL to that tweet in a comment on this post
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d) For those with no Twitter or blog, read the official rules to learn about an alternate form of entry.
The sweepstakes runs from 1/25 – 1/31.
This giveaway is open to US Residents age 18 or older. Winners will be selected via random draw, and will be notified by e-mail. You have 72 hours to get back to me, otherwise a new winner will be selected.
The Official Rules are available here.†

Also be sure to visit the Inspiration to Fitness page on BlogHer.com where you can read other bloggers’ reviews, get great fitness tips and find more chances to win!† You can also click on the Best Buy image at the top of my blog to view a calendar of all the Inspiration to Fitness content. Good luck!

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On a different note, I wrote a post about some of my favorite quotes from books over on Pioneer Woman’s Entertainment section. You can check it out here if you want to.

Inspiration to Fitness – Week 3

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So the good news is I was much better about my running regimen this past week and sticking with the Inspiration to Fitness program goals Ashley’s has set for us. I’d like to say it’s because I’ve found new inner strength and discipline that I didn’t even know I had, but the truth is I really wanted to get a pedicure.

And I threw in a shellac manicure for good measure.

On Thursday I treated myself to both.

Then I went out of town for the weekend and totally kicked my healthy eating to the curb. But I knew I would because man cannot live by roasted edamame alone. Especially during a fun weekend with friends.

I think the workouts were easier because it warmed up a little last week and it’s so much easier to get out the door when it’s not cold and all you want to do is curl up with a cup of hot choffee and see who’s guest hosting with Kelly Ripa.

Plus I really do want to be a runner. It’s like I told some friends this weekend, I LOVE the idea of being a runner. I seriously ENVY people who get to say cool things like “I ran the half last weekend” or “I have to carb up because I have my long run in the morning”.

I am especially jealous of the carbs part of that equation.

And maybe if I was a real runner I could wear some super cool shoes like these.

Or probably not.

Whatever the case, it’s been the actual running that is my stumbling block.

But here’s the thing, I ALWAYS feel better after I run. Yes, I may hate it while I’m doing it, but I feel better afterwards. And I love the strength training exercises that Ashley has incorporated into the workout because it feels like they’re working.

At least I think that’s what it means when you can’t sit down on the toilet.

On the days I run I can tell it clears my head, relieves some stress and gives me extra energy for the rest of the day. And that’s why I’m sticking with it.

Plus I really like my playlist. I tell you about it in next week’s post.

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Queso, fun and nails. What are things I had a lot of this weekend?

Another day

So I spent this past weekend in Houston.

I believe I’ve mentioned that Mimi and Bops bought a vacation home in Houston, mainly because they jumped on the bandwagon with all the people that feel tropical vacation homes are overrated and opt to buy a second home in a large metropolitan area instead. And it really worked out perfectly because I ended up staying there this weekend with my friends Amanda, Janelle and Sophie.

At times like that it comes in super handy to have access to a house in a fun city with lots of restaurants and things to do. Let’s talk about the restaurants for just a moment. The following picture represents my personal kryptonite.

Can we have a moment of silence for the queso? I will remember it most fondly of all.

It’s safe to say that my healthy eating initiative kind of tanked over the last forty-eight hours, but I am planning to get right back on the broccoli-laden horse Monday morning. And I will remember once again what it’s like to go to bed feeling hungry every night.

Anyway, the reason I was in Houston was a Beth Moore event. Last year she challenged her blog readers to memorize twenty-four scriptures and this past weekend was a celebration for those that finished the year. It would be a lie for me to tell you I could recite all twenty-four verses completely by heart, but I could give you the general gist. Or I could go to my favorite fallback memory verse, “Jesus wept”.

Let’s also have a moment of silence for my long-term memory skills.

It was a great time to just get away and laugh with friends and eat too many of my favorite foods that I’ve neglected over the last three weeks. And I woke up Sunday morning, stretched and rolled back over with the joy that only comes when you know no one is going to jump on your head and ask you to turn on Shake It Up.

Then Sophie and I decided to go eat breakfast at Le Peep before I drove her to the airport to catch her flight. But as soon as we got in my car and began to drive, I noticed something was awry. Because I am an automotive genius. Also, the car was veering to one side and making a CLACKETY-CLACKETY-CLACKETY sound.

So we checked the tires as soon as we found a parking place and I can’t tell you how sad I was to discover this.

Bummer.

(Does anyone say bummer anymore? I don’t really think so.)

(Yet it has never applied more.)

And the question became what do you do about a flat tire in the middle of Le Peep parking lot on Sunday morning?

Well. You call your daddy.

At least that’s what I did. And he told me the location of a few places I could go but the problem was those places all required that I drive to them. Which wasn’t possible given the condition of my completely flat rear tire.

Then Sophie remembered she was a Triple A member and so we admitted we had a problem and appealed to a higher power.

Oh wait.

That’s the wrong organization. She said TRIPLE A.

But then we thought surely they wouldn’t come help her when she isn’t even in her car and is instead in the car of a friend who isn’t fortunate enough to be a member of Triple A.

We were wrong.

Sophie called the number on her card, explained our situation and they said OF COURSE they would come help us even though it wasn’t her car. They would be there in about forty-five minutes which gave us plenty of time to enjoy some french toast and coffee and eggs benedict.

All I can say is KUDOOZ to Triple A. I will be a fan forevermore. They sent the most helpful roadside assistant and he put the spare on my tire, checked the air in my other tires, told me I couldn’t make it back to San Antonio on my spare and cleaned out the floor mat in the back of the stay wag just because he was that nice.

When I called P to update him on the situation I told him we needed to join Triple A immediately. And he replied, “Or you could just learn to change a tire by yourself”.

He is hilarious.

I drove to Firestone because Discount Tire is closed on Sundays. (Do you care? Probably not.) The man behind the counter agreed with the Triple A man and told me the tire couldn’t be fixed. It had a gigantic nail in a bad location. So I picked out a new tire and we waited for them to put it on. Then they called me in to show me that my front tire also had a large nail in it, but it could be patched.

So I went to Houston this weekend and ran over a box of nails.

And I became a Triple A loyalist.

And then I bought a new tire which is my FAVORITE way to spend money.

And then I drove back to San Antonio.

The end.

Fashion Friday: Edition I’m going to party like it’s 1992

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So this has nothing to do with fashion, but when has that ever stopped me before?

Yesterday I totally went out on a new limb and got one of those shellac manicures that all the kids have been talking about. I’d been thinking about it for a while and then I went to dinner with a friend and she had one and it looked so good.

And here’s the thing. I never get manicures. Because I have these short little weak nails that don’t grow. They just don’t leave much to paint. Better to not call attention to them with polish that will chip thirty seconds after they’re painted.

Now there was a time in college when I used to go every two weeks and get sculptured nails. And then I quit doing that because it was a lot of work and I graduated from college and I was poor.

But I have to say that I am a fan of the shellac manicure. My hands actually look feminine and not like I’ve been fighting off badgers with my bare hands. And I just had them paint them a nice, neutral color. No need to get flashy. Rome wasn’t built in a day.

I don’t know why I just brought Rome into this.

Anyway, so now I’ll just see how long it takes before they grow out and look terrible. I realize this is all TERRIBLY EXCITING. Maybe I’ll document the grow out process with some type of countdown calendar.

But enough about my nails. Let’s talk about clothes.

1. chunky knit cardigan

I’ve had my eye on this for a while. Love it. Keep waiting for it to go on sale for maybe $20.00 because $32 is pricey for Old Navy.

2. dotline boatneck

This is a darling top and perfect to transition from winter to spring. Even though the high here is 80 this weekend so apparently we’re going to skip right to summer sometime in February.

3. globetrotter dress

I think this is so cute. Love the colors and would look great with leggings.

4. slub knit cardigan

Old Navy has these right now and I really like them because it’s a good alternative to a long cardigan with buttons. It would work great with a skirt or anything that actually fits at the waist.

5. hey there wedge

Did I mention it was going to be 80 degrees this weekend? Because it is. And this makes me think about open toe shoes.

And last spring I bought a pair of nude wedge shoes that were my very favorite and they kind of look like these and I can’t wait to wear them again.

6. romantic lace blouse

I have loved various versions of this blouse for a long time. I can picture it with turquoise and cowboy boots.

7. mosaic ring

Speaking of turquoise…

Also, just a reminder that you can still get 30% off any regular priced item at Francescas when you use the code MAMA at checkout.

8. lifetime platform wedges

I couldn’t get this picture to work but just envision some really cute blue wedge shoes. I have no idea what I’d wear them with. I just know they’re really cute.

9. striped maxi skirt

I love a long cotton maxi skirt.

10. annie western shirt

At some point I’ve decided I’d really like a great denim shirt. There was a time when I owned about sixteen of them but that time was 1992, about the same time I still had sculpted nails.

So maybe this year is the year of a nail and denim shirt revival.

Anyway, I think it’s because I’ve seen a lot of cute outfit ideas on Pinterest that involve a denim shirt. Or maybe I just want to rock it like it’s 1992.

Y’all have a great Friday.

New levels of nothing

Another day

So I feel like I have written a real post in days. Probably because I haven’t written a real post in days.

And I’d love to tell y’all about last weekend but I can’t even remember what we did at this point. Give me a minute.

Okay, Friday night P was at the ranch and Caroline and I went to eat Mexican food with Mimi and Bops and my sister and her family. On Saturday we stayed in our pajamas until a shameful hour and then Caroline played in her first basketball game of the season.

Oh. I just remembered. I spent most of Saturday convinced that Caroline was getting sick because her cheeks were so flushed all day and she seemed very lethargic. Of course her lethargy is another child’s best day, but she definitely seemed subdued for her. But she never ran fever and never complained of any symptoms. I would tell you that she didn’t have the best performance in her basketball game, but I think that was due more to her lack of basketball skills than it was to any kind of illness.

On Sunday morning we made it to church. I’d half-convinced myself we wouldn’t make it to church because I was sure Caroline was going to wake up with a raging illness, but I guess she just needed a good night’s sleep. In fact, maybe she wasn’t even flushed on Saturday but just appeared to be because I’m used to looking at myself in the mirror and my complexion is dull and pale enough right now to be mistaken for a corpse. Maybe the rosy-cheeked glow of youth threw me off because it was so unfamiliar.

(Is this the most boring post ever?)

(It’s at least the second most boring post ever. At least.)

(I feel bad about it but absolutely NOTHING has happened over the last few days.)

Sunday afternoon we met my friend Jen and her daughter to go see Beauty and The Beast in 3D which, as far as I could tell, pretty much resembled Beauty and The Beast in 2D except the tickets were more expensive and I wasn’t twenty-four years old like the last time I saw it in the theater. But KUDOOZ to Disney for their clever marketing.

And for Nemo coming out in 3D this fall. What a racket. Don’t bother to make new movies, just release the old ones in 3D. PEOPLE WILL TOTALLY FALL FOR IT.

Sure, maybe I sound cynical but that’s just because I’ve had one piece of chocolate in the last two and a half weeks and I’m a little bitter. The good news is I’ve lost .2 pounds so it’s totally worth it. In the meantime, P has cut down to one bag of Orange Milano cookies a day and has dropped ten pounds in the last week.

That will be one of the questions I ask God when I get to heaven.

In other news, there just isn’t that much other news. Except I just noticed that my cursor isn’t working correctly. And by that I mean the blinking line on my computer, not my ability to use profanity. That’s working fine as evidenced by the words I muttered under my breath earlier as I helped Caroline learn this week’s spelling words.

So I guess that’s all for now. Sorry to be so lame. Maybe the next few days will bring some kind of something that’s actually interesting.

Or maybe I’ll just start talking about soup.

Either way, I’ll be here.