Ellie just came toddling out of her room.
Cup in one hand, tucked tightly against the side of her chest.
Hair discheveled, in her face.
Stagering down the hall with obvious concern.
A bad dream?
Daddy can fix it.
Mommy can fix it.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Guns don't kill people...
Me: So, Dick Cheney shot somebody on Saturday.
Anyone: OK...
Me: Yeah.
Anyone: This is a joke, right?
Me: Nope.
Anyone: Really? No. What's the punch line?
Me: No, really!
Anyone: You can't be serious.
Every time I tried to tell someone that the VP shot someone make the other person think I was just kidding. I had to convince them that I was serious abou it!
Anyone: OK...
Me: Yeah.
Anyone: This is a joke, right?
Me: Nope.
Anyone: Really? No. What's the punch line?
Me: No, really!
Anyone: You can't be serious.
Every time I tried to tell someone that the VP shot someone make the other person think I was just kidding. I had to convince them that I was serious abou it!
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Dieting
I've never been a good dieter. Before our wedding, we did Dr. Atkins for a while. I cheated constantly. On that kind of diet, cheating is a sure fire way to fail. Beyond that, I've just always loved food. For the taste. For something to have in my mouth. For something to have in my hands. I guess I could have taken up smoking, but my parents did that, and I found it horribly disgusting. Instead, I learned my eating habits from them.
Well, around the new year, we started the South Beach diet. Bought a couple books. Cut processed grains / sugar from our diet. Absolutely amazing results. I've lost nearly 25 pounds since January 5th. If I lose another 30, I'll be down to a weight I haven't seen since something like the 10th grade.
Well, around the new year, we started the South Beach diet. Bought a couple books. Cut processed grains / sugar from our diet. Absolutely amazing results. I've lost nearly 25 pounds since January 5th. If I lose another 30, I'll be down to a weight I haven't seen since something like the 10th grade.
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