Speaking of comments, I’ve gotten some anonymous ones lately that made me wonder about the personal issues of the commenter. I mean it was obvious they don’t follow me regularly by what they said and they almost seemed to project their problem onto me.
I want to be a gardener but I’m not. Recently we bought an azalea to hide an ugly meter that is in the front of our house. My method is dig the hole, fertilize then pray. Because I do not have the special touch.
Speaking of not gardening, this year I’m trying a Topsy Turvy to grow my tomatoes. We don’t really have a big enough space for a true garden but I always try to grow a few things in some pots on the patio. Stay tuned for pictures.
1 ounce of cheese is not very much. I mean, it’s ok if it’s a slice on a sandwich but say, grated on a casserole? Not very much. But maybe I only feel that way because I love cheese.
Up until now I’ve had only 1 thing I have to stay away from because I feel out of control. I have now had to make it two things because of Edy’s (Dreyers if you’re west of the Mississippi) Slow Churned Strawberry Cheesecake Ice Cream. There’s a graham cracker swirl in it that makes me lose control. It’s banished forever unless I can get it in a portion controlled size.
Cheez-Its are the other food. But they’re only semi-banned because sometimes I can have them and other times I can eat a 10 oz. box in a sitting. So I don’t have them for the most part. Except that I put them in my homemade Chex Mix that I only make at Christmas. Funny, because I have no problem with the Chex Mix. Biz’ brother Charlie would appreciate this.
I have until May 16th to decide if I’m going to do the John J. Kelley Ocean Beach Run. It is an 11.6 mile FREE race in our area named after our local Boston Marathon Winner. Here’s the thing: it’s always on the first Saturday in August which usually means blistering heat and humidity and the Worst. Race. Time. Ever. Not a race to expect a personal best, even though some have managed it. I love it because it’s free, it starts and ends at a beach and I have a special place in my heart for Mr. Kelley (which is a whole other story; remind me to tell you sometime). Why May 16th? Because I would train for it using a 12 week half marathon training plan and believe it or not, May 16th is 12 weeks out from August 7th.
May 16-August 7 = 12 weeks. Sigh. Summer is way too short for a summer loving girl like me. Not to mention that when I got up this morning our temperatures were below normal. 32. That’s not below normal, that’s freaking freezing.
And finally, here’s a thought to ponder: