I made it.
It’s still Friday.
I have a busy weekend scheduled – as you know, I’m Miss Popular, so I better get a move on.
Last Saturday, the hubby and I went to this show – Ring of Fire – with my parents. It was mostly singing.
Contrary to popular belief (the popular belief being mine and mine alone), Reese Witherspoon and Joaquin Phoenix did not star in this portrayal. Dangit.
Like I said, it was mostly singing. I recognized some of the songs and some I didn’t know at all.
But I stayed awake which is more than I can say for the little old lady sitting next to my dad.
And no, I’m not calling my mom a little old lady. This was a stranger lady on the other side of my dad.
Afterwards we went to Brio. We ate everything. Every single thing. And when it was time for dessert, we didn’t share. We each got our own.
We are sick. Smart, but sick.
Subway saved my life.
This is a true story.
On Monday night, the hubby made a healthy dinner. Because it was Monday night and we tend to start a healthy way of living every Monday. We won’t talk about what happens on Tuesdays.
So we ate chicken. Chicken that was sprinkled with some seasoning and then baked in the oven. And we had broccoli. I was told there was a little bit of butter on the broccoli, but I seriously doubt it. I know what butter tastes like and this tasted like broccoli.
I ate some of the chicken. And I ate some of the broccoli.
And then I went to bible study.
Because healthy food doesn’t have that “Stick To Your Ribs” factor that I think, at the very least, is a minimum requirement when one is eating food.
When we got to bible study, the new host broke the unofficial rule of You Don’t Provide Food —- People Should Eat Before They Come, and they had SUBWAY SANDWICHES and CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES out and available for everyone.
Did you hear me? SUBWAY SANDWICHES and CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES!
So first, I ate a cookie.
It was an accident. It happened during the “Catching Up and Socializing” part of our bible study which, if we’re not careful, can last for up to an hour meaning the Study the Bible part of our night will be extremely short. (In the beginning, we were rookies and didn’t know any better.)
During the entire bible study, my hubby and I could smell the bread of the sandwiches. We started whispering to one another.
Those smell so good.
I am dying.
I want one.
I am so hungry.
Would it be polite to take one during the study?
Maybe we can eat one during the prayer . . .
We made it to the end of the study and then we each had half a sandwich.
We each ate half a sandwich twice.
Subway saved my life, I’m telling you.
I had to go to the dentist this week.
And I got in trouble.
I had tartar and plaque.
Excuse me? If I didn’t have any tartar or plaque, what would the dental hygienist do? I am providing a service, don’t ya know.
Someone at school told me that a friend of theirs, or a cousin of theirs, or someone they knew, well . . . I’m not exactly sure because I might have been eating a Girl Scout cookie and not paying super close attention, would eat a bunch of Oreo cookies before going to the dentist. And then they wouldn’t brush so they could get their money’s worth.
I am seriously considering this for my next appointment.
This is embarrassing, but I have to tell you that my shoulder has been hurting for months. I have no idea why.
It pops. It aches. Whatever. I can take pain. I’ve ignored it.
But I finally gave in (another way to put it is that my husband and two teammies made me) and called my doctor. I saw him on Thursday.
He is technically not my doctor because my doctor is female and an MD, and this guy is a male and a PA, but I am not picky. Whatever. Tell me I am just fine (JF) and send me on my way.
But oh no. It turns out that I have tweaked my shoulder and a muscle/tendon/nerve/blah blah blah who cares. I didn’t understand the jargon and now I have to go to PHYSICAL THERAPY. Could we get any more dramatic? Doctors these days.
If Physical Therapy is anything like Physical Education, I am in big trouble.
Anywho, although I consider myself a tough chick, my shoulder hurts the worst at the end of the day and it’s been kind of hard to sleep. So he prescribed some pain meds for me and said he would email the pharmacy. I never saw the prescription.
And my husband filled it for me.
And when he brought it home, we realized it’s TRAMADOL.
Which is what MURPHIE took after she was spayed.
What in the world?!
Yeah, I think Tylenol and Aleve will have to do it.
I mean . . . WHAT IN THE WORLD.
Today is the last day for Jon’s Fundraiser!
Thank you to everyone who donated and for all of the prayers coming our way (Jon, his family, my class, me, our school) . . . it means THE WORLD to me. I can’t say that enough.
Thank you also for wishing Jon a happy birthday! The winner of my little giveaway is Ashley Reed! Thank you!
Have a great weekend — what are you up to? I hear that there is a Super Bowl going on so I imagine I will be eating some good food. I also paid $2 to be in a pool.
And it’s a pool that does not require swimsuits. Finally.
I mean that in a “I hate myself in a swimsuit” kind of way and not in a “I want to go skinny dipping” kind of way.