Monday Mumblings...

on a Tuesday...

-I'm starting a diet. You heard it here first. I hope to lose 25 lbs. No kidding. And so, by letting my readership (a whopping 100 of you) see this, I'm making myself accountable to you. No more 1/2 gallons of bubble gum ice cream within 48 hours of buying it. No big pretzels dipped in cheese at 10 pm.

-There's only one thing I dislike more than singing in a wedding...singing in a funeral; which I must do today.

-I have not heard hide nor hair from any districts. Maybe I should've had someone pimp my resume, instead of pimpin' my van.

-Gabe starts private speech Thursday. Is supposed to have a complete hearing test (to rule out that hearing is the culprit) tomorrow. We found out that the insurance won't cover any of that too. So, keeping out appointment is a decision we must make based on whether or not I can sell an ovary.

-Gabe is feeling better - a little better each day. But, has had redness above his upper lip this past month (about the time he's been fighting this virus); which has gotten worse in the last 2 days. This is almost his last symptom - perhaps the virus leaving his body? (fingers crossed)

-Since Flynn's 'ride home' from Dancing Class is taking a week in Disney (lucky Madelyn!!), Papa picked her up yesterday, while I was in my staff meeting. But when Papa picks up, they don't come home, they head to the "Dollar Tree" (PS Gabe's vocab consists of only about 100 words, 2 of them are DOLLAR TREE!!) to pick out things that Momma would never buy for them. Including, but not limited to, a Happy Birthday mylar balloon & 2 jelly-like wall crawlers, which left an oily residue on my livingroom wall, creating the illusion of a giant spider's & mammoth frog's shadow.

-5 games left in this soccer season. Not that I'm counting down the days until we have Daddy for normal hours again (for a couple of months).

-Speaking of Daddy & soccer (which happens quite often), Daddy has put together a soccer team, for fun (if you call fun a brutal competition), wherein he'll be playing, outside, with guys 'his age', every Monday night.
Not happy about there being another night we don't see him, but am very happy that he'll be doing something just for him, having fun & doing what he loves (& is good at), soccer.

-It's in the 30s right now. That's just stupid.

-Why can't I like oatmeal bars?, they're the favorite of these two kids. They're healthy & a stick-to-your-ribs breakfast. But they make me gag.