Angela's Diary

And *wags finger* stop calling your mother old. You'll hear that one day from your own offspring, you know. Karma, baby, Karma! :p

Oh, in my family there is no quarter asked or given. The joke with the kids is that I'm 140 million years old. They ask about things like, what holidays were there when I was a kid, and what dinosaurs were my favorite. Stuff like that.
 
Oh, in my family there is no quarter asked or given. The joke with the kids is that I'm 140 million years old. They ask about things like, what holidays were there when I was a kid, and what dinosaurs were my favorite. Stuff like that.

Precocious little ones ya have. :D At least you don't have one telling you that she can't walk because her legs aren't what they used to be. Sheesh! :p
 
I love the stories that begin with, "When I was little..." When was that, darling, 5 minutes ago?
 
*peaks inside thread*

Nope noone talking about anything I need to see....

*runs away with fingers in ears*
lalalalalalalalalalalala
 
THANK GOD! They act like that now, when puberty hits it'll be a nightmare.

I'll never survive sweet sixteen.

*peaks inside thread*

Nope noone talking about anything I need to see....

*runs away with fingers in ears*
lalalalalalalalalalalala

Keep it up. You're bound to have a hormonal little pink running around one day. Then you'll wish you'd paid attention. :p
 
Brian, it's not the plumbing that is scary, it's the fireworks.
I am usually a pretty witty man and have several good sayings that make sense only to me....
but I cannot get what the hell this is actually supposed to mean...

Trops, buddy, what does this mean?
 
Close. Plumbing is all the parts and what's involved physically. Fireworks is not just the hormones but everything external that is involved with it.
 
Close. Plumbing is all the parts and what's involved physically. Fireworks is not just the hormones but everything external that is involved with it.

ah.

*looks for notepad...*

crap, lost the damn notepad......

*walks off playing with a yoyo*
 
Close. Plumbing is all the parts and what's involved physically. Fireworks is not just the hormones but everything external that is involved with it.

I was pretty close. The scary thing is that I pretty much understood you. Oh, what is my poor mind coming to . . . ?
 
Friday, 8:04 a.m.
Well, weight-in day. I was down but not as much as I'd like to have been. My goal for May was ten pounds, which I did not hit. My own fault. However, according to the pre-wedding schedule I have set for my weight loss, I am ahead by half a pound so I'll be happy with that. I had a small NSV - last night I wore a pair of silky pjs that used to be real tight in the breast (I mean, button-popping tight) and there was no gap at the breast. Hey, I'll take what I can get. :D

I got online last night and found some more core recipes, which I can't wait to try. My family has demanded another creamy cheese rotini meal, but other than that, I am making all new stuff next week: crustless pizza, chicken avocado swiss melt, mexicale pie (which I'm putting on a bed of lettuce and making a taco salad of sorts), and crockpot mixed beans. Makes me hungry just thinking about it.

I went to the gym last night and did a pretty good workout. I managed to get exercise in three times this week. I'm aiming for four workout sessions next week.

Happy Friday, all! :D


Breakfast: Oatmeal with Splenda and cinnamon, two oranges
Snack: Grapes
Lunch: Hearty beef and veggie soup and strawberries
Snack: carrot sticks
Dinner: Not sure yet . . . but cabbage will be involved. :p
 
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