Kick me while I'm down, why don't you? My gut instinct was to correct my last title. But I didn't. I left it. It will bug me, but I left it. Baby Bro, did you intentionally misspell "hear" in that comment?
Since you are concerned - - I am feeling a little better.
Snarky.
If you were "hear," I'd give you a wedgie.
Tee hee hee.
Saturday, January 12
I think I could by dying... (**ALERT** Very Gross Post)
I started feeling "not-so-hot" about 11:30 at the crop last night. At first I thought it was just the tomatoes in the soup. They usually give me indigestion real bad. By the time I got home, it was significantly worse. I ended up taking Alka-Seltzer - - twice. No help. So I slept propped up. I'm using the word sleep kind of loosely. Anyone with acid reflux should know that sometimes (this is gross, if you easily get grossed out, don't read the next part) stuff comes back up in your throat. That happened twice during the night. Then the cramping started. I won't go any further. Use your imagination. I finally took a prescription pill I had for just such occasions. Let's hope it "stops things up" down there.
My fever is *just* enough to make me feel like doo. (Pun intended.) When will the insanity stop around here? I think this house and all of it's contents need to be dipped in bleach.
Blech.
My fever is *just* enough to make me feel like doo. (Pun intended.) When will the insanity stop around here? I think this house and all of it's contents need to be dipped in bleach.
Blech.
Friday, December 7
All-Stars Survivor again?
Personally - I LOVE it. It's a little more cut-throat. Spoiler site with possible contestants. Your thoughts?
Thursday, December 6
Why blog?
Something I'm seriously contemplating. Why do I do this?
I enjoy it. I love the release it provides me. Someone the other day mentioned that I don't do it as much anymore. The funny stuff about my trips to Wal-Mart and the such. It made me think. Why don't I? What made me stop? I still blog. Just not like I used to.
And so a period of self-reflection set in.
I know what stole my thunder. And some of you will remember. Vaguely. An incident happened in March. I can't go into the details. Because, this is the written and very public word. How public? I'll never know. There-in lies my problem. Who reads my thoughts out loud? I know that many do and never comment. But how many? And who, specifically? It's begun to "creep me out." And, I guess, give me cause to "censor" myself.
I feel like such a hypocrite, because I was shouting from the rooftops, "Be who you are or don't be at all." The truth is, they are hard words to live by. Here's the thing.
1. I am a Christian. I want to live my life as a good Christian. But let's face it. Christians have bad days, too. Christians think things are funny. I just don't want to ever come off in a manner that might suggest that I'm not a Christian. Or to someone who is not one, make them wonder, why ever become one? She's not any different than me. Don't get me wrong. I don't want to be all "holier than thou." I guess I want my cake and eat it too.
2. I am a person who wears many other hats as well. The B that is a friend isn't always the same B that is a daughter. KWIM? For instance - - My Dad thinks "fart" is a bad word. (Sorry, Dad.) I don't. So out of respect to him, I try not to say that word in front of him. But around my friends, it's a totally acceptable word. Does this mean I'm living two lives? No. It's the same with my blogging. I say some stuff around my inner circle (my peeps) while around others I might be a little more reserved.
Somehow - - the inner circle became penetrated. By lots of unknowns. And some knowns. I just don't know who I'm talking to anymore. And that kind of bothers me.
How will I fix this? I don't know at this juncture. I'm keeping my options open. I just want the freedom to be me, say what's *really* on my mind, and not have to worry about who might see it.
There could be some changes on the horizon. You've been put on notice.
I enjoy it. I love the release it provides me. Someone the other day mentioned that I don't do it as much anymore. The funny stuff about my trips to Wal-Mart and the such. It made me think. Why don't I? What made me stop? I still blog. Just not like I used to.
And so a period of self-reflection set in.
I know what stole my thunder. And some of you will remember. Vaguely. An incident happened in March. I can't go into the details. Because, this is the written and very public word. How public? I'll never know. There-in lies my problem. Who reads my thoughts out loud? I know that many do and never comment. But how many? And who, specifically? It's begun to "creep me out." And, I guess, give me cause to "censor" myself.
I feel like such a hypocrite, because I was shouting from the rooftops, "Be who you are or don't be at all." The truth is, they are hard words to live by. Here's the thing.
1. I am a Christian. I want to live my life as a good Christian. But let's face it. Christians have bad days, too. Christians think things are funny. I just don't want to ever come off in a manner that might suggest that I'm not a Christian. Or to someone who is not one, make them wonder, why ever become one? She's not any different than me. Don't get me wrong. I don't want to be all "holier than thou." I guess I want my cake and eat it too.
2. I am a person who wears many other hats as well. The B that is a friend isn't always the same B that is a daughter. KWIM? For instance - - My Dad thinks "fart" is a bad word. (Sorry, Dad.) I don't. So out of respect to him, I try not to say that word in front of him. But around my friends, it's a totally acceptable word. Does this mean I'm living two lives? No. It's the same with my blogging. I say some stuff around my inner circle (my peeps) while around others I might be a little more reserved.
Somehow - - the inner circle became penetrated. By lots of unknowns. And some knowns. I just don't know who I'm talking to anymore. And that kind of bothers me.
How will I fix this? I don't know at this juncture. I'm keeping my options open. I just want the freedom to be me, say what's *really* on my mind, and not have to worry about who might see it.
There could be some changes on the horizon. You've been put on notice.
Holiday Eating Tips
1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls.
2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. It's rare. You can't find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnogoholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's Christmas!
3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.
4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.
5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello?
6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.
7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again.
8. Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?
9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.
10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Re-read tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner.
Remember this motto to live by:"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
Have a great holiday season!
2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. It's rare. You can't find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnogoholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's Christmas!
3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.
4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.
5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello?
6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.
7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again.
8. Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?
9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.
10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Re-read tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner.
Remember this motto to live by:"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
Have a great holiday season!
Holiday Pretzel Treats!
1. Heat the oven to 170ยบ. Set a number of bite-size, waffle-shaped pretzels (one for each treat) in a single layer on a cookie sheet lined with parchment paper, then top each pretzel with an unwrapped Hershey's Kiss or Hershey's Hug.
2. Bake for 4 to 6 minutes (the white chocolate will melt more quickly), until the chocolates feel soft when touched with a wooden spoon. Remove the cookie sheet from the oven and quickly press an M&M's candy into the center of each Kiss.
3. Allow the treats to cool for a few minutes, then place them in the refrigerator to set, about 10 minutes. Place handfuls of the candies in clear plastic bags and tie on colorful ribbons.
**I used regular Hershey kisses and I also used the candy cane kisses. So cute. So yummy. Thanks Family Fun for the fabulous idea!!
Wednesday, December 5
*double sigh*
The game is NOT on t.v.
Why do these things happen to me? The only thing I had to look forward to this week and it wasn't even televised. I'm watching updates on espn.com. Right now, the Spurs are up.
*fingers crossed*
Why do these things happen to me? The only thing I had to look forward to this week and it wasn't even televised. I'm watching updates on espn.com. Right now, the Spurs are up.
*fingers crossed*
Tuesday, December 4
*sigh*
Wednesday night. Spurs vs. Mavs. The only thing I really had to look forward to this week. And then I read the sports headlines on my yahoo homepage. Tim Duncan is out because of his knee. Crap. Let me repeat. Crap. Is there any hope of the Spurs *ever* beating them? What is up with their psychological block with them anyway? Yoda - not a word out of you.
I'm not even looking forward to Survivor anymore. I'll watch it, but not with the same enthusiasm I did before. I haven't decided who I'm cheering for yet. I don't have much time to decide either. I can tell you who it won't be. Her name starts with a P and ends with a G.
I guess there is CSI - if it's not a re-run. And E.R. That's about it. I think we have a lot of re-runs in our future with this stupid writer's strike. That bites. Okay America. Time to turn of the television. Could be good for this household. Namely me. The only re-runs I could watch over and over are Seinfeld, Friends and Will & Grace.
Husband and I had something exciting happen to us over the weekend. While we were in San Antonio at our conference. It was cool. It's too late for me to tell you the News now. I'll write tomorrow. I'll tell you this. I've given you one clue already. If I've told you in person already, don't spoil it for the others.
Don't get me wrong. The conference was the BEST part of the weekend. Reconnecting with my husband. It was incredible. God really blessed our time together. I highly recommend attending Weekend to Remember. Just - - wonderful.
It rocked. (Another clue about the cool thing that happened. Intrigued?)
It's past my bedtime.
*smooches*
I'm not even looking forward to Survivor anymore. I'll watch it, but not with the same enthusiasm I did before. I haven't decided who I'm cheering for yet. I don't have much time to decide either. I can tell you who it won't be. Her name starts with a P and ends with a G.
I guess there is CSI - if it's not a re-run. And E.R. That's about it. I think we have a lot of re-runs in our future with this stupid writer's strike. That bites. Okay America. Time to turn of the television. Could be good for this household. Namely me. The only re-runs I could watch over and over are Seinfeld, Friends and Will & Grace.
Husband and I had something exciting happen to us over the weekend. While we were in San Antonio at our conference. It was cool. It's too late for me to tell you the News now. I'll write tomorrow. I'll tell you this. I've given you one clue already. If I've told you in person already, don't spoil it for the others.
Don't get me wrong. The conference was the BEST part of the weekend. Reconnecting with my husband. It was incredible. God really blessed our time together. I highly recommend attending Weekend to Remember. Just - - wonderful.
It rocked. (Another clue about the cool thing that happened. Intrigued?)
It's past my bedtime.
*smooches*
Monday, December 3
Weekend to Remember
Husband and I went to a marriage conference this past weekend. I can't elaborate a lot right now. Time constraints. Much to do. I will say this: it was the best thing we could have ever done for our marriage. I learned a lot about myself over the weekend. A lot about us, too. One thing I know for sure - - my husband is a gift from God. He is my partner for life and I absolutely adore him. I love him a little more every day.
*sigh*
I *really* love him.
*sigh*
I *really* love him.
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