Saturday, November 22, 2008

Over 40 dangit


My poor husband. My hormones are flying around like witches after Harry Potter. Last thing he heard last night before he snored? "honey will you still love me when all my rooster chins become crepe-y?" he was right to pretend to sleep...

-- Post From My iPhone

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

100 cal packs and fuzzy math

Diets stink. Worse than stink. Dieters are grumpy unsatisfied and whiney a good part of the day. It is for this reason I have quit the obsession and have decided to choose well every meal from now on--since it is now my life rather than a diet, perhaps I won't be grumpy ( at least not fir that reason). I will continue to pursue the idea I have that a re-distribution of wealth may some day be possible where I gladly give my hard- earned belly flab to someone who has none. Meantime I will keep one eye on calories and WW Points, but the other eye will be looking for fun. I have all I need for this new adventure except a calculator capable of the fuzzy math that adds two zero point items together for a total of 2 points!? If I don't find one I will begin work on my next patent.
From Tulsa airport on way to Dallas...signing off.


-- Post From My iPhone

Monday, November 17, 2008

Another Weak--Up is Good

Tulsa this week. Not the best part of town, but Mondays usually are more exhausting than the rest of the week. Fly in, arrive at client office, work 8 hours, then hit the hotel. I usually grab and go some kinda dinner from a grocery or Super Target.
And many of you know that I forget an item each trip. This trip? All black and grey pants with only my navy blue shoes...I wore the wrong ones!
Client has an interesting chart on the wall-- you can picture it. A chart with revenue and a running blue bar diagonally increasing up and to the right. The title of the chart says "Revenue by Month--Up is Good"
Up is good.

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Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Election Affects 13 Year Old

Watching TV.
13-year-old son enters room.
Son stands between TV and Mother, blocking her view.
A loud, long, lingering noise emits from his hiney.
His response? "My name is Patrick and I approve of this message"
Son leaves room. Mother dies laughing.

I will never forget this election season.

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Tuesday, November 04, 2008

A Patriotic Diet on Election Day

Since it is election day I will share my latest ideas which fit nicely with the current conditions in America.

My new 2008 "redistribution of wealth" diet.

I will patriotically give my belly, bum and thigh excess to those who have none.

Hoorah America!