Hey everyone,
Sorry I haven't really been keeping up with my food journal, but I've been working out at the gym later in the evening, so the last thing I want to do is list all my food, etc. Instead, I like to cyber dyke it with Kimberly via yahoo messenger. HA! I've been doing well with exercise and planning my meals, so I'm still busting my ass off on this end. I'm down another pound, so I'm now 166 lbs. Being that the Red Dragon will be knocking on my door any minute, I'm sure I can breeze through the low 160s directly after all is said and done. (knock on Sean's wood)
As for my weekend trip, it went pretty well. We ended up staying at the inlaws house since they were in South Carolina for my brother in law's Army graduation. They have a huge ass house (5 bedrooms, 2 baths) on 150 acres of land on the Tug Hill. Sounds awesome, right? Hmmm... not so much. It seems they forgot to fill the kerosene before they left.. and they also left the goddamn windows open. For anyone who's been to the Tug Hill during this time, you would know that evenings drop to about 30 and the day time's about 40. In other words, I was freezing my ass off. (Winter time: Oh shit.. that's a WHOLE different story. Can you say 8' of snow on a "mild winter?") I slept in my North Face down parka. How's that for freaking fun, right?
As for mother nature, it was awesome. Me and Sean ended up walking along the Mohawk River (on the property) then hiking along the back. The trees were changing and it was beautiful with all the reds, yellows, and oranges. (Hawaii lacks any sign of Fall, so this was totally new to me.) We picked apples and fed them to the horses, along with hay. (Goddamn.. haying is a HARD fackin job, let me tell you that.) While playing in the barn with mum's German Shepard, Rebel, I heard a little squeak and I found tiniest short-haired orange tabby sitting in the hay. I had a feeling it must have fallen from up above the hay bails, so I climbed up to see if its siblings were around. (~10ft drop onto a thick bed of hay on the bottom, so no damage done on its part) Nada. I placed it next to the barn cats and they all disappeared. Sean later found me with the kitten, climbed up the bails and placed her there saying the others must be hiding. The following morning, I go to help Sean hay the horses and there it is crying below. This time I spot the rest of the litter and the other kittens are 3 times the size of this one. Damn, it's the runt. Long story short, I snagged her up b/c she would have ended up starving in the barn. Her name is Minion (my little underling) aka mignon (which means "darling" in French). Cute eh? HA! Funny thing is, I'm horribly allergic to cats. I later spoke to my father in law and said that litter isn't more than 3 weeks old, because he found them earlier. Sean said that it'll take her a while to get used to the house, learn how to eat/ drink and use the litter box. I told Sean I'll train her. "You can't train a cat, baby." "Watch me." We brought her home Sunday afternoon, Monday after noon I call Sean, "Mini's pissing in the liter box. I told you." "Yah, she's using the box, because you throw her ass in there." "When you get home, you'll see." Sean walks into the door and I'm in the kitchen cooking dinner. Minion gallops right pass him, climbs into her litter box, takes a piss and runs out. "Holy fuck! She IS litter trained." Not bad for someone who has never owned a kitty.
-Sheryl
I'll post pix in a few. Need to feed Min.... again.
J/k
those kitty