Random Things and Stuff

Driving home for lunch today I passed the scene of a fatal accident - motorcycle v. bus.  The man that was killed, his body was still in the intersection, covered by the tell-tale white sheet.  His family's world just changed; I hope they find peace.

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My co-worker hit me up on Facebook at 10:45 the other night, asking if the next day I'd be interested in having dinner with her children and then dropping them off at the baseball field for practice.  Her kids are awesome, so I accepted.  The middle child, the boy, wanted a burger.  A cheeseburger, specifically, with bacon.  From Rally's.  The girls wanted Panera.  I made everyone happy and ran through the drive-thru on our way to Panera. The boy inhaled his burger, proclaiming it delicious and the best thing ever.  The kids wanted to know if I could stay with them through practice, but I had to get home.  I promised we'd do it again, and left feeling like I was awesome and they loved me.

The boy got a bellyache last night.  Apparently his little digestive system isn't used to bacon cheeseburgers and fries for dinner and was protesting.  His parents used it as a lesson, telling him he should've known better and that's what he gets for taking advantage of dumb ol' Natalie, for pulling one over on me, etc. and so on.  Poor kid.  I made sure to clarify that I in no way was snowed over or fooled - I was perfectly happy to get the child a burger if that's what he wanted for dinner; I looked at it as a special treat for him. (I let them have double-chocolate chip cookies for dessert, too, because I believe kids need things like that every now and then.)

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We went to the State Fair this past Saturday.  I didn't get many pictures because my camera battery died, but I managed to snap a few:

Freddy is as much a part of the Fair tradition as corn dogs and mullets.

He talks to you.

He'll tell you what you're wearing and what color your hair is and that you're holding your Momma's hand.  

And you'll be all "Holy shit, he SEES me!"  

And then you grow up and realize there's some dude in a glass booth upstairs and behind you,

 watching your every move.  

And you're a little skeezed out, I'll be honest.  

This was the coolest balloon display I've ever seen.  

The beers Jimi and Steve made are in this cabinet somewhere.  Sadly, they do not have a ribbon on them, but there's always next year.

Baby pigs, baby cows.

And, of course, the corn dog.  

(I only ate half of it.)

(it wasn't all beef and it was kinda yucky.)

(And I kept thinking 460 calories for this?!)

The corn was guilt-free, though.

And then we went home.  The end.

Bleh

This dieting thing sucks when the scale's not moving.

And when you really want something you love but you know you shouldn't because it has too many calories but you do it anyhow.

Wait.  Maybe there's a connection...

The start of a whole new life...

I've just made my final payment to my last creditor -

I'm officially debt free!  

What a great fucking feeling.

Mowing is serious bidness.

I came in from mowing (90 minutes, 653 calories burned) (Really?!  That seems like an awful lot), and stripped down to get in the shower.  There was a spot of grass on my upper thigh; I went to brush it away...and it crawled closer to my girl bits.

"Holy crap, I think there's a tick on me!" I yelled to Jimi, who was in the next room, dressing to take over/finish up the mowing.  He came in and closely examined the squirming spec I was trying to squish between my fingers.

"Yep.  That's a tick."

"It was headed for my no-no place!"  I was leaning over as far as I could, desperately trying to see into my vag to make sure there weren't any ticks in there.  I stood up and looked my beloved straight in the eye, "Is there a polite way to say 'Baby, will you check my butt crack for ticks?'"

He smiled at me sweetly, "Take a shower first."

True love.

I think my scale is a broken liar.

Today it says I'm back to where I was Friday, down 4.4 pounds for the week.  Of course, 20 minutes later, it added on another pound, but I'll be damned if I'm claiming that extra pound.  I'm trying now to decide if the scale was lying yesterday or if it's lying today.  I'm guessing my bad choices and over indulgence last night are coming back to haunt me, which is why the numbers moved up instead of down this morning.

Oh well.  Today's a new day.  And my inches shrunk - not by much, but enough to make me not drown my scale-related sorrows in a tub of ice cream.

And for the record, I didn't do THAT badly yesterday - I was very good at the fair and only had half a corn dog and an ear of roasted corn (no butter, no salt - not because I was depriving myself, but because that's the way I always eat corn on the cob).  But...I thought all the walking I did and my good behavior for the week justified a splurge of fast food calories for dinner.  And then I made chocolate-covered frozen banana bites and ate a few more than I probably should've.  Bad Natalie!  Bad!

Oh well.  Now I know what a bad idea that was and I won't make the same mistake again.  And today's yard-mowing day...do you know how many calories are waiting to be burned in my 3/4 acre lot?  A whole freakin' bunch, that's how many.

I'm going to have to mow around this, though:

I'm not sure what happened - it was fine Friday night, but this is what it looked like Saturday morning.  No storms or hurricanes or tornadoes rolled through - I guess it was just this branch's time to go.  Our good friend Steve happens to be an Arborist, and he's kindly offered to come over today and help make the problem go away, which is awesome because I hear tree people are very expensive.  

In other non-fat-related news, Jimi bought me a new pair of shoes yesterday.  He does that about twice a year, because he's a shoe whore and I am the opposite - I will wear a pair of shoes every single day until they are falling apart around my feet.  So he bought me new shoes, with the logic that if I have several pairs of athletic shoes to choose from, I won't wear the same pair every single day and completely ruin them.  (Secretly, I think he was just itching to spend some money - the tax-credit check for the house (the one we closed on almost 2 years ago) finally arrived this past week.  Also, all shoes were buy one, get one half off, and he was already buying a pair for him, so you know, he had to buy a second pair.  HAD to.)  

Today's Comment Love Day over at FTLOB.  

I'm going to go say hi to some new blogs, and then I'm gonna walk the dog and earn some extra calories for the day.  Happy Sunday!