I'm willing to share small tidbits of me. Who I am. What I experience. Why I do what I do. Just ramdom thoughts from me. Enjoy!
Who?
Name::Random me From::California, United States
I am a wife and mother of two boys. I work full-time in the electronics industry. It took me 6 years to graduate college (no, I'm not embarrassed-I finished, Dammit!) SJSU class of 1990. I love to cook, because I love good food. I'll pass on sweets, but will eat something with garlic or onion in a minute. I HATE cheese, except Mozzerella on pizza-and that has to be combination pizza. I hate chick flicks, but love a good thriller. My husband and I are real estate investors on the side. View my complete profile
Ugh...Everytime I encounter potatoes, they de-rail my dietary objectives. Everytime! Be it french fries, baked potatoes, mashed potatoes, you name it.. I cant NOT eat them. They are not a vegetable in my book - They're a carb! But I love them!
Despite my love for potatoes, I have lost 19 lbs in the past few month on my low carb eating plan. I thought it was only 12 lbs and I decided not to check the scale. I wanted my appearance to be my guide, not the scale. So, last week (after not weighing myself for about 6 weeks)I jump on the scale and I was down 19 lbs. Hard to believe I stay a full as I do, eat as much as I do, and I'm actually getting trimmer...despite the occasional "fucking potatoe" deliciousness (there's no 'e' on potato, is there? No, there isnt, Dan Quayle...)
Because I dont think we got one here in the bay area. I think it only got over 90 degrees where I live maybe 5 times and it's raining on the last day of summer. And it's not one of those warm summer rains - it's a bit chilly with gloomy grey skies. This is all so foreign to me. It even rained one day in early July. We NEVER get rain in July, August and Spetember...Oops! I mean "September".. dang typos.
I can't complain, because summer is generally very comfortable here. This year was just a little too cool for me. Sleeveless shirts almost seemed under dressed on most days. But you know what, I'll take that over hot, humid, sweaty any day.
We saw suspected "swinger guy" tonight. My son is in a Friday night basketball league and our team played "swinger guys" son's team tonight. My husband is coaching and I'm chilling with my younger son in the bleachers waiting for the game to start and here comes his ass...sitting right next to us...."Hey!"
I paste on my fake, awkward, uncomfortable, no-eye-contact smile and respond "Hey 'Jack'! How have you been? Where's 'Kathy'?" I didnt want to be rude, because they're pretty cool people and plus I havent confirmed any alternative lifestyle, so I remain guarded but pleasant. Plus if they're into it, that's their business. I'm just not into it..
Throughout the game I'm making small talk and every now and then my husband turns around and adds to the small talk, perhaps in an attempt to make me a little more comfortable. They game nears the end, and 'Jack' and my husband are bantering back and forth about each of our sons' skills on the court and somehow 'Jack' manages to fit in something like "Hey, you guys can come to our house and we can PLAY lots of games. We PLAY all the time!"
OKAY! That's it! Small talk - OVER! I'm DONE! I'm ready to go! Raise up! Get the fuck up outta there! I needsss to get GHOST! Outtie 5000! Gone! I'm bailin'! Down the road motors! Gotta DASH! Create a vacancy! Whatever! Thank God we're down to the last minute and thirty seconds of the game and it feels like the measurement of time has completely adjusted and each second is now, like, 17 seconds long. I can not get out of that gym fast enough. I know that the word "play" is like a calling card. If you're "into it" and interested, that's your cue. Apparently, he's used it before, we didnt respond, so STOP IT!