Candy

Each year I head out to buy the nastiest tasting Halloween candy on the shelf purposefully steering clear of the Snickers and Reese's so that I'm not tempted to eat it.

But somehow it never fails and that 5 pound bag of grossness starts to taste really good!

It's like the 8th wonder of the world... in sugar form.

Happy Halloween everyone!

I promise not to talk about television for a long time

This past week while lying around and being pretty certain that the flu was going to strike me dead at any moment. I decided that it would be wise to catch up on all the recorded episodes of HGTV's House Hunters.

I'm a huge House Hunter's fan. Nothing more thrilling than watching someone else shop for a home while you scream from your couch "Go for #2 and so what if it's 60 grand more...that one has prettier granite!!"

I even watched when it first came on way back when and sometimes they didn't even get their first offer and 30 minutes later that episode just sort of ended with some #15 option that we the viewers never approved of. Such a disappointment when that happened.

But back to my important story. So I'm watching and realize something is very off.

Where is Suzanne Whang?!?!

I thought maybe she was just out sick that house hunting day, but as I watched the rest I discovered a new voice.

And the new voice doesn't make me like any of the houses.

alive

Well, I survived The Great Sickness of '08...praise the Lord!!

I seriously cannot remember that last time I've been that sick. 7 very long days!! And my sweet mother came to the rescue and stayed with me one night when boy was out. Oh bless her for that because that was the night I hit the point where I didn't really care if the dog did in fact eat the entire house just as long as I did not have to lift an arm.

But I'm back gradually catching up on your happenings over the past week. Thank you sweet friends for love and prayers.

Like NyQuil Only Better

I'm sick with the flu and popping Tylenol left and right hoping to subside the whiny-ness that comes with.

It's just the worse being sick as an adult isn't it?

I blame it on my recent trip to Wally World (remember last year) where I got so desperate for ink cartridges at 11 at night that I had no other choice. So, I sprinted to the back of the store as fast as I could...while holding my breathe.

I must have breathed.

And now I'm sick.

But guess what's better than being sick??

Being sick with free HBO...Sweet!!

Our cable company totally screwed up (again) and so they gave us a free month of HBO. It started this week so it worked out perfectly because HBO has been curing my flu with some great movies like Because I Said So, Music & Lyrics and Things We Lost in the Fire.

I think I need a sign like Motel 6 in my yard flashing {Free HBO}.

fish out of water

I have to confess...I'm not a fan of eating anything that comes from the sea, lake, small ponds or fish tanks.

The smell.

It gets to me.

Oh and the taste makes me gag.

Please don't take offense my seafood loving fans.

It's a shame really because I grew up in a lobster loving home. You'd think I would have picked up the taste for it. And then I met boy who loves those crab cakes drenched in butter and somewhere in those marriage vows I pledged to never make him a seafood dinner.

He still said I Do. Bless him for that.

And then 3 months into our marriage I learned of a family tradition on boy's side that involved hands down the nastiest seafood joint that probably violated every health code in the book you ever did see. You could smell it a mile away and see the big flashing sign five miles away. I tried many a time to come down with Cholera on those day, but my immune system failed me. So, I put on the biggest smile and ordered a side salad and retreated to gaining my nutrients for that meal off the table's tray of saltine crackers. I swear on my life that salad had a very fishy taste though. I prayed many a prayer that a new restaurant would become favored and y'all guess what my prayers were answered. Two months ago that place went flat out of business. I screamed and wept tears of joy!!

But I started feeling a little sorry for hubs and his lack of seafood intake so while at the grocery store this weekend I did the unthinkable.

I bought crab.


And cooked it.

I was super proud.

Pug looked on super excited...while I ran around with a bottle of Febreeze and opened every single window in the house and lit every single candle I could find.


Oh the smell.

Boy will now be seen at Red Lobster for his seafood cravings.

hello.

hello cheap gas...it feels like ages since we last saw you. But oh how we are enjoying your visit. I'm afraid it's going to be a rather short one, but my checkbook and I are ever so glad to see you as a size 2.

hugs & kisses,
girl

BTW- I don't know if I looked like a bigger dork giddily whipping out my phone to snap a picture at a gas station or the fact that I had to resort to taking a picture of the picture on my phone. Could be a toss up.

Why I don't travel

My parent's just returned from being on a 2 week Mediterranean cruise.

It was killing me to not have our twice daily phone calls for that long. So my mom and I have had some serious primetime t.v. catching up to do.

But they brought us back loads of fabulous chocolates, which more than made up for these. And since Spain's nutritional facts are in kilos...and since I slept through the part of converting kilos into grams I'm going to take a pretty good educated guess and say these wonderful delicacies have only 10 calories.

Yep that sounds about right...okay just don't correct me and let me continue to live in caloric denial because they are really good.

When we sent them off we were commenting how bummed we were that we couldn't go and then 2 days later my mom called and said that she was panty less in Barcelona (not by choice) because Mr. Airline decided that bag just wasn't necessary.

And then I was no longer jealous.

Because that's a crucial piece in travel-packing and it's not like the streets of Spain are loaded with Hanes and Victoria Secrets, but thankfully a few stores and two interpreters later she found some to board the plane in hopes that her luggage would find her as promised.

And it did 10 days later.