Monday's moment of truth

150.  Yep.  I got as low as 148.5 last week and 148 the week before, but 150.

Maybe I should look into hypnosis to supplement what little will power I have.

The Bold, Beautiful, and Often Nude

I can't help it.  Sometimes when I go to check on Lorelai, I eavesdrop to see what's happening in her dollhouse.  I have decided that it would make a pretty good 80s style soap opera.  Here's the cast:

And the cast sometimes even does commercials.  Does this shot remind you of any product in particular?

And, no, I don't know why Tiana is in a tub with a bunch of grapes and a plastic sparkly dolphin.

Maybe if things continue to be entertaining, I'll keep you updated on the secret life of Lorelai's dolls.

Just wanted to reassure you...

that I'm not dead yet.  No, I'm still planning the M&M conference, and it's more fun than a barrel of monkeys!  I do hope to update my blog more frequently once we get past the conference, but I'm choosing to revise my novel with my writing time these days.  I MIGHT actually be getting the hang of this whole revision thing.

So, don't abandon me completely.  The two sources of the majority of my funny stories arrive home this evening, plus I'm thinking about a post about whether or not being irritated at demonstrative with indefinite antecedents makes me a bad mother.  Or do I score some brownie points for not throwing so many grammatical terms at my children?  Hey, you can chew on that while I wrap up the conference!

Uh, Tuesday's Moment of Truth?

So the scale says 150.  Yep, I think it was 151.5 for my first moment of truth, and, I confess, there have been some veiled half truths in there.  Still, I'm pleased with the 1.5 pounds gone considering I went to Knoxville over the weekend and hit some of my favorite haunts:  Litton's and Louie's.  Oh, and when I ordered the 12 oz beer at SoccerTaco, the waitress actually brought a 32 oz beer.  This was a beer so large that it will increase in size with each retelling of the story.  At the moment, I think Ryan refers to it as the 275 oz beer.

I'm loving my new app, MyNetDiary--it keeps up with my calories, my weight, and adjusts my daily caloric intake based on exercise.  Now, if I could only get my stubborn foot to heal, I would actually be able to exercise.  With a little exercise I think I might actually burn some more calories and get back down to 135 where I belong.

So, here are my tips for the time being:  MyNetDiary app, weight control oatmeal, and dancing like a fool while you clean the house.  Oh, and walking Knoxville hills before and after your 275 oz beer.

More Grammar, Old School

So, I got a rejection letter this week.  Even though it was a really nice rejection letter, there are still a few interjections I wanted to use.  I'll let you guess what they were.