Friday, April 22, 2011

I Know It's Been A While

This last week I've been doing some stuff.  I've been working overtime since my coworker had a sick child...I've been taking my Illustrator classes online (2 down!), I have been trying to figure out my life, I started jogging every other day, I've been fixing broken vacuum cleaners, I've been celebrating anniversaries, and I've been altering a prom dress.  I know, I'm bad and I should check in once and a while, but everyone has one of those weeks.  It isn't so much the busy-ness, it was more the mood.  I just haven't had the strength.


This molten lava cake I ate, yes ME.  EVERY single bit of it.  Mine was actually bigger, with pistachio ice cream, and big bowl of Chantilly cream, AND followed an 8 ounce filet and the best salad yeah, I admit I WAS A BIG OINKER.  

The salad?  The Caprice salad, which I love and always forget about making again until I have it when I am out to dinner somewhere.  I am going to attempt to recreate this evening for dinner.

LOVE it.  


My trip to Walmart with my children where I loose my cool because my Bubba was playing with a giant plastic ball, and POPPED it (the shot rang out across the whole store), THEN (not 3 minutes later) proceeded to take the giant roll of bubble wrap off the end cap and roll it down the main aisle where it BOWLED ANOTHER SHOPPER OVER.

We all left laughing, but it was touch and go for a while.  I am always afraid I am going to loose it in the middle of an aisle only to look up and see one of my Kindergarten parents frozen watching me reprimand my child.

1 comment:

NanaGo said...

Why do we feel commited to write every day/week in a blog. It is not a weekly column in a newspaper. We aren't getting paid. The guilt is not worthy.
It isn't like it is the 19th century and there is no way to communicate with our family/friends but through letter writing.
So when something funny happens and you want to share with strangers. . .like me. . .great I'm here to laugh with you, otherwise, you don't need to feel guilty, and I don't feel slighted when you are quiet.