Sunday morning is easy, right? So of course the afternoon has to change all that. Leave the tough stuff to me. I'll take care of it. ;)
Haven't felt much like blogging this weekend that's why the short stuff.
Today being Sunday, I tried to make it the last of my sugar intake for the week and see if I can do any better. Trying to get Richie back on the train with doing cardio stuff again, and I think he's going to start helping me. I know I should be able to do a lot of things on my own but exercising by myself is not easy for me at all. I totally lack motivation unless someone is helping keep me pumped up about it.
That sucks because I really don't have anybody at all except for my husband in that arena. "Girl Time" is nonexistent in my life right now, I am either at work and surrounded by mostly men or at home surrounded by mostly men... I am not complaining about the men because I love men, I just miss girl time.
Now we are cooking out some stuff on the grill that can take us through the week lunch and dinner-wise. I bought some salad stuff.
My other problem is flies... I don't know where these assholes get in, but they were all in my windows today and in and out of the door too I guess. Inasmuch as I hate to kill living beings, I sprayed all my windows and doors with Flying Insect killer and *poof!!!* they keeled over... well most of them. Some of them escaped the wrath but their days are numbered.
I honestly thought I was starring in the Amityville horror for a minute there were so many houseflies. I pull frogs out of my "green lagoon pool" by hand (a pool which we are STILL struggling to get clean, to no avail. It just won't clear up... nobody cares to come to my house to swim anymore anyways, except I guess Richie's brother and family. Mine don't come at all. But still it would be nice to be able to go out back and take a dip myself if I wanted...
Guess we'll be fall getting it clear, just in time to close it up.
That's the story of my life.
Stay tuned as tomorrow I plan on bitching about restaurants and sauces (or lack thereof). Stingy bastards.