Turning leaf... No not the wine, but actually turning a leaf. Today was different. I have been talking to Taylor about joining the gym for sometime now. Well, I made it down to the gym. Nervous as anything. Pulled into the parking lot and my stomach did a flip. I was scared! Found a parking space... Sat in the car for 5 minutes working up the courage to go inside. I had visions of knock out blonde babes in a meat market. Oh look a new dollar tree store, I havent been in the wig store in a long time, I didnt know there was a pancake house overthere... Ok focus.. You can do it... Dont be silly... I forgot about that consignment furniture store... STOP!!! STOP!!! STOP!!! FOCUS for goodness sake! I had to physc myself out to even walk inside. Ok so I joined! Guess what? There were not really any meat marketing going on- some people were larger than me, some were elderly, some were just normal and a few muscle head looking guys. So all that made me feel a lot better. I didnt work out. I wanted to wait for Taylor to get back from Orlando before I started. We will be going tomorrow! So now I have to think about goals. GOALS! Holy cow! Where do I start... Lets see maybe I will take it slow and set a goal of exercising and trying my best and watching my diet. Maybe I dont want to set something unattainable. Slow and steady should do it. My circle of influence, has never seen me skinny, in fact its been a long time since I have been thin a long time since I wore short skirts and high heels---- I dont want to go back to 21, but I am intrested in improving my health. Oh yeah turning leaf...

strange combo

So last night after picking up Taylor from babysitting, we stopped in at Walmarts to pick up a couple of things for her that she needs for the pageant this week.
blank cd's- check
body shaper- check
ballet socks- out of stock
blue bell french vanilla icecream- check

We get home and of course the first thing that happens is Taylor tears into the icecream like it was Christmas and this was the "big gift" she makes her dad a giant bowl of delicious creamy dreamy french vanilla ice cream. Then makes her a bowl of the same with a twist--- however I dont know about the twist until a few minutes later.

So I am sitting there watching TV and Bobby is devouring his icecream and out of no where I start hearing "crunch, crunch.." It was coming from Taylor's direction. I asked "what are you eating?" She smiles and says "Doritos mixed into my icecream" YUCK!!!! She swears that they were delicious... I say that is weird. What say you?

Like most kids, I too experimented with flavors. Remember when the fountain drinks first came out in the convenience stores? Yeah, remember those suicides? Or did you ever mix stuff together to try to create a new receipe?
It's kinda weird to watch history repeating itself thru my daughter. Wonder what her next kitchen creation will be?