Hey, it’s me again! Remember me?
I hope everyone is having a great summer. We have been staying busy, having fun, but, unfortunately, not too many blog worthy things. We have become so average here lately. Average?
I hate average
Yes, it’s been that kind of a ho-hum life lately. Forgive me! I will do better in the fall.
Have you ever noticed things travel in 3’s?
I guess that’s what the saying is.
Well this past weekend I had 3 quick things happen worth celebrating.
First, after years of my belt getting tighter and tighter, and using one more belt hole after another, this past Sunday I was able to comfortably us one less belt loop when getting ready for church in the morning.
(yes it’s come to that…celebrating victories in belt loop loss ~ so sad)
Anyway, this past Sunday I was able to easily use one less belt loop when putting on my Sunday best, instead of sucking in the gut, holding my breath, and working up a sweat wrestling that belt to get it latched. It was very gratifying!
I thought maybe, just maybe, I have arrested this aging issue I have had over the past 10 years or so of slowly but surely gaining weight. For the first time in many years I went back on a belt loop instead of forward! It felt great!
Maybe I lost some weight? Maybe I was looking more youthful? Maybe I wasn’t getting older after all? All that hard work was finally paying off!
So I was all smiles as I strolled downstairs to the kids to get them in the car. In fact, I felt GREAT!
I attribute this waist of a waste to my training the past month of Saturdays for this Stairclimb I was doing for the American Lung Association, which happens to be celebration number two this past weekend.
I had a good time. While the overall amount of participants seemed to have gone down this year, I was quite proud of my accomplishment after a year of ups and downs with my health and cancer treatment. Yes, I was all smiles last Saturday.
After church was over, and I had given thanks for some completely selfish reasons, we all went out to eat for brunch. We tried a new restaurant in our area, the Bonefish Grill, which as it turns out, is part of the Outback / Carabbas chain.
The place was nice; it looked upscale and boasted of fresh fish from our local seas. The brunch menu was amazing with so many great things I wanted to try. And so, once again, I was paralyzed by alternatives, not able to decide on which brunch entrée to pick. I selfishly considered my conquest with the belt that morning and then my placing in the stairclimb the prior day and so asked the server if I could have TWO entrees?
Yes, I couldn’t decide. I wanted to taste them all! And so I chose a well written Western Omelet in the menu and some fabulous French Toast, served with Grand Marnier crème brulee and sliced strawberries.
The server said, “Oh yes I could chose two entrees” as her check average climbs but challenged me to finish them both.
Oh no she didn’t!
So Third, not only did I finish them both, I was actually the first one done at our table.
I am such a pig!
Take that you unbelieving restaurant server!
Score another victory for the ‘garbage can man’, as I am loving known at our dinner table for my propensity to finish the kid’s plates each night. (I had Depression Era parents and nothing was wasted at our dinner table).
And so that’s why I haven’t blogged much lately when a mild grooming victory, coupled with a mediocre athletic feat and my ability to make a pig of myself are the top events this summer in our ho-hum life.
But when you have wonderful kids, that’s all the magic you need! Right?
We have a 5 month pregnant nanny. She is quite pronounced in her belly right now. And yesterday Dylan asked her, after thoroughly analyzing her situation, “How was the baby going to come out of her?”
Our nanny politely responds, “She will have to ask mommy that question to explain it to her. That mommy could explain it better than she could.”
Dylan chimes back, “but mommy got us a different way. They wanted a baby so bad that they asked God and they got me and my sister and they love us so much.”
Yes Good News like that fills my summer up. Ho-hum ain’t so bad.
School starts when?