I cannot wait until this day over.
When I get home I am heading straight to the kitchen and making a beautiful lasagna. That, with my favorite Bordeaux … baby, it’s going to be a good night. I love my lasagna. I use ground beef, sweet Italian sausage, ricotta, grated parmesan and mozzarella. Yummy! I cannot wait.
It is so much easier to care about my weight in the warmer months. In the winter all I care about is keeping warm and that usually involves comfort food. Meat loaf, macaroni and cheese, fried chicken, lasagna, cornbread … who wants to eat a cold salad on a cold day? I think I’ll make a pot of chicken soup this weekend. Perhaps I should research healthy meals for cold days. Any suggestions?
Yesterday was a weird day. I woke up feeling Blech! And I kept asking myself the question: Why did I have kids, again? It started when I discovered that my oldest didn’t come home the night before and he neglected to inform me. Then my youngest was all over creation after school instead of going home and guess what? She neglected to inform me. It takes two seconds to let someone know something. Geez. I tried to commiserate with my mother, but of course she reminded me of when I did the same thing to her. Whatever, man. Today, everything is back to normal and I couldn’t be happier.
One of my recent prayers has been that God will point me in the direction of people that I can help. I’m not good at spotting things like that on my own because of my history of self-involvement (read: selfishness). Can I just say that God answers prayer? My aesthetician finally found her own place but had no furniture. As luck would have it, I just redecorated my bedroom and had a perfectly good queen sized bed in my garage. She picked it up the other night. I had already given the dresser away to someone else. I’m also finding myself in situations where I can just offer words of encouragement. Feels good.