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Serves me right
Hubby and I have been on Weight Watchers since June. He’s doing really well. Me? I keep loosing the same 7 lbs over and over again. I’m way too freaking busy to make it to the meetings, and well, I think I deserve more than 20 points a day. I’ve been good.
Anyhow, yesterday I was at the grocery store. It was a little corner market known for it’s meat department, so I bought some stuffed pork chops, and then …. oooh, two of the chicken kiev please. I looooooooooooove chicken kiev. YUM!
Here’s the problem though, they’ve got like a gabillion calories, which equates to about 100 points. And not the good kind of points either. This is like golf, you want a low score.
My husband took one look at the kiev and told me that I had to get rid of it, he could NOT under any circumstances eat it.
The same went for the giant oatmeal chocolate chip cookies I bought too. He instructed me to take them to work.
So I hid the cookies inside a bowl and put them in one of the kitchen cupboards, and I brought the chicken kiev to work to make for lunch.
It’s lunchtime, and I cut into the chicken and found ham.
Ham!!!
Ham???
In chicken kiev?
Something tells me I don’t have chicken kiev. Damn. And I’m not about to eat it either because I’m a firm believer that different meats should not be mixed together. (You’ll never catch me eating turducken. Blech.)
Well that leaves me with a serving of peas and a banana for lunch. 2.5 points.
An oatmeal chocolate chip cookie would be very consoling right about now, but instead they are hidden away in the kitchen, and my third-shift-working-daytime-sleeping-super-sleuth-sleep-eater of a husband has probably found them and is standing in the middle of the kitchen in his t-shirt and boxer shorts, eyes closed, and scarfing them down right now!
I guess it serves me right.
Tuesday
Good Dream Spray
Zoe has been having problems with bad dreams lately, or at least she says she is as an excuse to stay up for a few more minutes. Personally I don’t think she’s even falling asleep, but whatever. I made my husband come in there on Monday and spray the water bottle around and pretend it’s ‘Good Dream Spray’. By Wednesday I had lost the water bottle, it’s missing from the house and Zoe desperately needs ‘Good Dream Spray’. Thank God for that bottle of Febreeze that was in the laundry room! If it weren’t for that I might have had to resort to Shout! Funny how that ‘Good Dream Spray’ has a fresh scent to it. I think it means that it’s really working, don’t you?
Good grief
I’ve only got a minute to put some thoughts over here, so I apologize if this is brief. I really miss keying out my thoughts at the computer on a more regular basis. My graduate class is taking up all of my excess time, as well as now I’ve been put in charge of the implementation of our computer program at work. I don’t mind the computer program thing, I’m actually pretty excited about it, but in it’s coming at a really bad time. I’ve been pushing for this program upgrade for a while now, and my employees are behind me on this, it’s a good thing, just very time intensive.
My MBA class entails an insanely huge gigantic amount of work, and I’m seriously wondering at this point if I’m going to be able to continue on. The instructor last night has me peeved, and it’s only 1 class out of many, but it was enough to make me think about what I really want to do. I don’t want to stop, I want to continue, but I don’t want to drive myself in the ground in the process. But then again, in two weeks we start a new class and have a new instructor, who may or may not be better suited for me.
And then there are the migraines that I’ve been having. They came out of no where about a year ago, the first one was so intense and I really thought I was going to die. The next one came a few months later, and this time I tried Excedrin Migraine, which helped. Last week I had a migraine that lasted from Tuesday until Tuesday. That’s one week folks, and Excedrin didn’t help this time. I finally saw my doctor on Monday, and he doesn’t think it’s a brain tumor, but ‘let’s get CT scan of your head just to be safe’. Am I stressed out???? HELL YES!!!!
Worth repeating….
Here’s a rerun because my head hurts so badly from all this homework. What I wouldn’t give to get lost in a Stephanie Plum book right now!
10 reasons why I could be Stephanie Plum: (if you don’t know who Stephanie Plum is, feel free take a wild guess in the comments)
1. I have crazy wild hair.
2. I love birthday cake.
3. I too would have a difficult time deciding between Joe Morelli and Ranger.
4. I’m sure I have a relative that is just like cousin Vinnie if I look deep enough into my family tree.
5. I know how to fire a gun, but I’d be more apt to haul off and hit a perpetrator over the head with my handbag.
6. I love my dog.
7. While I don’t have a crazy Grandma like her Grandma Mazur, I do (did) have Grandpa Leonard, and that’s got to count for something.
8. I love donuts.
9. I talk to my pets, although I have dogs and cats, and she has a hamster, but I still talk to them.
10. I do not fold my underwear before I put them away.
Zoe’s Perfect Purse
Remember last year when I wondered about the perfect purse?
I have yet to find one, but my daughter has. She set her sights on the idea of getting a purse last weekend, when we were at the mall doing some Labor Day Sale shopping. I told her that if she was very very good all week long that I’d take her to buy a purse on Saturday.
Saturday arrived, she had been good, she deserved a new purse.
This is what she picked out….
Very VERY sparkly, don’t cha think?
She proceeded to catwalk her way through the mall with her (empty) purse, stopping to look at herself in EVERY SINGLE MIRROR along the way. I even caught her doing some ‘fake talking’ to herself in the mirror, you know, probably just to see how other people see her now with her gigantic pink sparkly purse.
Here she is about 2 minutes after we came home from the mall, filling her purse with everything and anything imaginable.
Yesterday I would have sworn to you that I wouldn’t be caught dead with that purse. However, it’s growing on me and I think it might be just right for my annual shopping trip to Chicago in November. Do you think she’ll let me borrow it?
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