Short & Sweet

I would like to say “Thank you!” to my babysitter last night for showing up and allowing me to have a very spontaneous night out with family and friends in Hammond.  I had a great time and was glad to leave Hammond behind when I was done!  It had been a very long time since I haunted the bars in my old college town… and not much has changed.  There are new faces, new clothing styles, but everything else has stayed the same. 

After returning home to the reality that is my life, I was able to sleep late.  I sort of blew my diet yesterday evening with drinking and food.  I was at about 900 calories by the time I got home from work Friday night and took TomTom to get a treat for getting good behavior all week in class.  We went to the Shiver Shack in Mandeville on the Trailhead.  I had previously bought a groupon so I figured I would treat him and reward his good behavior.  He picked a “Birthday Cake” snowball.  It was yellow cake batter flavor and wedding cake flavor with condensed milk and sprinkles on top.  I chose a pulled pork sandwich with coleslaw on it and a “Doberge Cake” snowball.  It was yellow cake batter flavor and chocolate cream flavor.  I asked for condensed milk on it too.

The sandwich I ate was excellent, considering I bought it from a snowball stand.  The snowball didn’t come with the requested condensed milk so I figured the diet gods were on my side on that one.  And I didn’t think the snowball was all that great.  When you got down to the middle of it there was no syrup on the ice.  We have pretty high expectations on snowballs over here.  Overall, I will stick to Papa Sams for future snowballs, but if you are at the trailhead the Shiver Shack is probably your most convenient place.

After my off-the-diet dinner and about four beers and a shot of tequila later…. I woke up this morning and decided to step on my worst enemy…. THE SCALE!!!  I pulled it out of the closet and got on board.  To my utter excitement and a look to the heavens with a big THANK YOU I lost about 3 more pounds. 

Could my theories be correct?  Was I not eating enough calories for the past three weeks and therefore not losing any weight on the scale??? So far, my theory has proven itself correct.  I have been struggling to hit my 1600 calories a day, but have managed to do it before I hit the bed every night.  And to be sweetly rewarded by a 3 pound loss is more than I could have ever asked for!!! Thank you again to the diet gods!!!!

And though this blog wasn’t as short and sweet as I expected... I am short and sweet.  And I find that a perfect line to end on.. until next time!

Saturday.. Saturday.. Saturday...

Saturday night's alright!

I took my little Saturn AKA Silverbell and drove on up to Baton Rouge to hang out with mi familia.  I got there and they were already underway with the weekend celebration.  I joined them up on the patio and for God's sake it was freezing!  Or what we southerners refer to as 40 degree weather....  I started out with my wool coat on, it was passed on to me when my Grandmother passed away and I can't bring myself to throw it out.  It is super warm and really long so it covers me all the way down to my ankles.  Within one glass of wine I put on my hat, paisley patterned gloves (double layered so extra warm)  and Dave was sweet enough to bring me a scarf.

Soon after this photo was taken we went in to eat some of Dave's famous cocktail weenies.  There is nothing like sharing some family flatulence over a piping mini crock pot of cocktail weenies and splurging with some broccoli dipped in Hidden Valley Ranch Dip.  After everyone got a few good laughs at my outfit and repeatedly called me a train conductor I perfected my "choo-choo" walk and Dave took us to Happy's Irish Pub.  Jojo and I piled into the back of Dave's truck and he and Aaron took the "cockpit" and away we went!

My winter Garb (note what I was wearing for later reference)

 At this point I was still smoke free even though I was surrounded by smokers thanks to my almighty Gobstoppers.  I had some more wine at the bar and we started to indulge in some poetic prose on the walls in our booth due to it being the tradition of Happy's. 

At one point the guys put about 10 Gobstoppers in the bottom of my glass of wine, no big deal at first, but nearing the end of the glass it turned into gross sugar overload.  It was at this point, and some trips outside with them so they could smoke, that I gave in and bummed a cigarette.  After the guys stopped drooling over the bartender, she was nice enough to take this photo of us all together...



Me, Aaron, Jojo, Dave

 I don't know how long after this photo and much procrastination on the ladies part, the guys finally threw us (literally) back into the truck.  I remember Jojo's leg being some how perched over me and through to the front seat over the console, and at one point I lost my shoe???  I decided to give in since I already fell down the smoking cliff and have Dave stop to buy me a pack of cigarettes.  Since I was stuffed in the back seat he decided it was best to just go in and get it for me.  However, my outfit finally grew on him and he demanded to be as cool as I was... so there in the parking lot he stripped of his casual winter gear and threw on (with much style and finesse) my Grandmothers wool coat, my suede hat, my paisley patterned gloves (that he ooo-ed and awww-ed over their warmth), and the grey scarf.  We all giggled so much we almost had an accident in his truck.  The convenience store didn't know what hit them when this pseudo - fiddler - on - the roof  was getting tons of photos snapped of him in the parking lot.  Here is his money shot...

And from there he whisked his scarf over his shoulder and headed into the store.  He pranced right in through the sliding doors turning around on his runway and kicking up the tails of the jacket to pose for yet more pictures (unfortunately not on my phone camera).  We were hysterical at this point and he continued to please us with various poses before he made it up to the counter.  When he did get to checkout I remember him telling us that the lady said she "thinks he looks good."  Well ofcourse you do Davesy, of course you do.  Then we made our way back to their apartment, Dave still wearing my winter look and myself converted into his casual winter fashions.  Aaron tackled me on the grass for a few minutes while I was in fits of wino laughter and later informed everyone that he strategically placed me out of the harm of any "dog poop" being that I was in Dave's jacket.  Dave took his final walk up the stairs and into his front door charming us with poses for photos the whole way.

After that we all converged over some oven baked chicken shishkabobs in the kitchen with a side of ranch style beans (cue flatulence).  There were a million other things that happened and caused fits of laughter but I will spare you those details because it is late and I'm tired.  However, there is nothing better than hanging out with the family.  Until next time...

This weekend

I really want to post about the great time I had at Jojo and Dave's this weekend!!!!  But I am so freakin' tired it is going to have to wait for another day!  There's just not enough time in the day.  But if you are wondering, I am going to leave you with this little tidbit to give you a taste of the reckless abandon that occurred in some Nazi apartment complex in our own little Baton Rouge Saturday night.  I will leave it up to you to guess what REALLY happened....