TOM may or may not be visiting.
I also, may, or may not, have eaten half a container of cream cheese frosting.
Ok – so I did.
Baby…it was AMAZING!
Did I need the 1000 calories? Â Â No.Â
Do I regret the sweet decadence of such richness on a spoon? Â Absolutely not.
Might I recommend this activity to others? Â You bet your ass I do! Grab a spoon, grab some frosting, and dig the hell in.
Why? Well, why the hell NOT?
Every now and then, it’s perfectly fine to splurge. For me, I find those times to run right into the mopey, refuse-to-wear-a-bra days when the curse sets in. I crave chocolate, watch sappy movies, and curl up into the teensiest ball I can manage. As today has been spectacularly crummy, I figured frosting could only improve it.
Don’t you agree?
Everybody needs a little SHUGAH!
I sincerely hope your day is chugging along in the most magnificent of ways.
The not-so little mini monsters came to visit last week!
We had a pretty packed, fun-filled experience.
It was my duty to wear them OUT, before getting them back to their mom & pop, my loving Aunt and Uncle.
First night, we spent in. That meant, we were going to have a cooking adventure!
So what did we decide on? A FISH FRY!
Tilapia, fried in Vegetable OilGoofiness runs in the fam[ILY]It took us about 2 seconds the realize the FISH were missing
Everything was scrumptious.
Here’s a helpfultip for those of you who love corn on the cob! Bring a pot of water to a rolling boil. DO NOT SALT the water. Add half or whole (whichever fits in your pot) corn cobs into the pot and boil them for 4-5 minutes. Take them out and let them cool for a few minutes before devouring chomping down eating like a proper young lady. 🙂
I like my corn with a bit of butter and a light sprinkle of salt.
This fish-ganza was just the first of many adventures for the boys and I.
We went to the Frontiers of Flight Museum in Dallas and experienced the rich history of our short, human aviation experience.
He’s decided First Class is where it’s at.
This museum is pretty great, but they don’t let you actually get into any of the aircraft areas (Minus the Southwest behemoth they have parked in the hanger).
There’s an awesome Air Museum in Indiana that let’s you get into the cockpit of, what I believe was, and F-14. It’s been several years, so don’t hold to this information. I really hope they still allow that.
My cousins lurved this place, but the rest of the week only got better!
We went out to fly kites, made lasagna cups, watched movies, cooked bundles of food [seriously, these kids can EAT], and went bowling.
I tried to make sure their Dallas experience was memorable, because they won’t be back up here until Thanksgiving!
Jake’s not as thrilled to have grubarazzi around to photog his food consumption.
Since it’s wicked-hot here in Texas, it’s important to relish the super cold foods, for the entire 3 seconds that they won’t be melting. Our fave stop of the trip? Wendy’s! We just love their Frosty Floats.
YUM!
This visit was awesome. I loved hanging out with my cousins and enjoyed the hysterical conversations, family moments and bookstore trips. They’re the only two people I know who will put up with my crazy book love for several hours. Really, they’re the best.
In between outings, we went running, rock climbing, and out to the park.
Get out and spend time with your family. It’s been an experience with these two giants.
My summer would have been quite boring without them.
Today I’ve eaten more Thai food than I care to admit.
My new workout plan is about to get Dixie Chick serious.
Fo’ Real, yo!
A bestie and I decided to have our eyebrows waxed…isn’t this the way all good stories start?
We met at the salon, and I was called back first.
The beauty technician was nice enough, for being insanely quiet and yielding hot wax. Eeesh!
So, I’m laying on the table and the word vomit thing I do [when placed in awkward situations] erupted.
I tried asking how her day was…fine.
Ah, not so great then? …mhm.
So…how does a bikini wax work?
::crickets::
Seriously, I’ve always wondered how any woman can get her nether regions trimmed and sculpted by a complete stranger. Is that weird for you? ….Oh, no, no. You can’t do wax there? Too big. Umm…me? I’m too big?… Yes. Too big. I No do.
Now, weighing in at 160ish is still borderline obese according to the BMI chart. I’m well aware of this. But…
As in, you do realize you said that out LOUD to a paying customer, right?!
I was thinking of shrieking at whole new pitch. Wounded.
Angry. Hurt. Pissed-off. A breath away from crying.
But a split second later, a blink in time to process the harshness, I realized that this woman does not know me. She has no clue how hard I worked over the last six months to shed 35 pounds. She has no clue that I haven’t eaten ice cream in over a year.** (No, I do not consider fro-yo “ice cream,” nor have I eaten any in the longest time). This person does not rock climb with me or understand just how far I’ve come to be this “big.” I mean, damn. But, props to her for being honest.
Was she kinda-sorta-really hurtful? Hell to the YES. Did she mean it? Who the hell knows? I’m hoping she was just being observant and stating a fact.
Yes, I am big. Truth be told, I’m a size 10 [12 on a bloated day]. The typical size of an American female.
Do I want to be thinner? Sure.
Am I working to get there? Not at this moment. But, usually – yes.
Right now, I’m enjoying Thai Food and coffee runs. I love my Sunday Brunch date and weekly food challenge.
Why?
Because you can’t get huge in ONE DAMN DAY! Or in a couple of days.
I do count calories and work out (bit of honesty – another run here and there certainly wouldn’t kill me, though I’m sure I’d swear it would if the beau would relent and let me curl up on the couch).
It’s a process, but I’m making progress.
So after I processed her comment, I thought:
So fabulous, honey.
Now my eyebrows look great and I’ll be back at the gym tomorrow.
But tonight, my size 10 derriere and I will be playing couch potato; drooling over the recipe to share with you in tomorrow’s blog post. Get excited!
Oh, and the bikini wax? Maybe I’ll get brave enough to try one in the near future and tell you all about it.
Don’t go placing your bets just yet…
Much love,
CerebellumChef
**Edit: The beau pointed out that we ate vanilla bean ice cream last week when we were at MesoMaya. Damn my inability to run from deliciousness. And cake. The cake always wins.
Everybody needs a little SHUGAH!
