Dining with Darrel

The hubby and I have started Tuesday lunch dates. Every Tuesday we meet for lunch, sans little britches, for a tasty lunch. The catch is we have to pick a place that we haven't been to before with each other, for example...last week he took me to Red Lobster and the week before that we met at Jane's Deli, which was basically a lot of old ladies having lunch with their gossip friends. It's just a nice way for us to relax and grab a bite without the hustle and bustle of the real world. That is until I ask for money! LOL! I have realized today though that when I dine with Darrel during lunch it's quick, we're in and we're out c'mon it's not like we have wine to sip on! Today it took a whole 35 minutes! I have to laugh because when I'm with my work buddies, we are hurry back to make it in an hour!

Whether it's 5 minutes or 35 minutes, I'm happy we take the time during our work week to meet each other and spend that time together! Glad I have until next week to pick a new place, Lafayette isn't that big.

I don't roll on Shabbos!

Let me begin this post by saying that in my humble opinion, The Big Lebowski is one of the greatest movies ever made!

So when my good friends The Ware's said Della and I could invade their family time and go bowling with them Sunday afternoon we went for it. Besides it wasn't Shomer Shabbos and I'm not Jewish so we're alright! I'm not even sure I can accurately describe our outing. Most importantly it was so great to catch up with Sue, motherhood has severely disabled our ability to gossip! Nonetheless, it was a great chance for us and our girls to hangout.

As you can see, Della looks fabulous sporting her fashionable bowling shoes, yes I made them spray the insides before I put them on her.

It's our first time to roll. We walk up, get our ball and put it down on the lane. I explain to my young patawan that we roll the ball down the lane and knock over the pins at the end of the lane. Triumph! She rolls the ball, which things were looking good at this point...rolling slow but straight, pretty sure it was gonna be a strike, all of a sudden she darts down the alley chasing the bowling ball! She slips, falls...I freak out and run after her. What happens next can only be described as the Greatest Spectacle in Bowling or at least the greatest spectacle! In my attempt to rescue my kiddo, I slip and fall right on my arse! And hard too. Of course my best friends would never laugh at me, yeah right and came to rescue us both. So now I have a sore butt and a crying kid, who's now afraid to bowl. I didn't get a chance to see what we bowled that frame though...bummer.

As the afternoon went on, Della found some courage to try rolling the ball again and all was well. And I will be fine too....my chiropractor says I have whiplash and I need to ice for a few days. Whiplash from bowling! I thought it was a non-contact sport.

Elliptical: Friend or Foe?

I have a love/hate relationship with an exercise machine. After Della was born I found it incredibly hard to make it to the gym everyday. So first we bought a treadmill, but then I remembered that I don't like to run. Thankfully, MC Sports let us return it for a shinny new elliptical. D liked to joke with his friends that it was a dust collector but he knows better.

Here's the deal though. I love that's it's convenient, it's here when I can't make it to a class at Newtone, but....I hate that it's convenient and here at home because I can't use it as an excuse. Case in point; I had an extremely busy work schedule for the past two days and one of my work-out buddies decided she wasn't going to RPM tonight either. GREAT! I can relax! But then when I got home and my wonderful piece of machinery was glaring at me, I went ahead and worked out.

Some people would say, don't you feel better. No not really. Aren't you glad you went ahead and didn't give up? Nope, I missed some quality Real Housewives of New Jersey watching time! But it's over with and I'm exhausted. If I'm quiet enough I can hear my sweat-inducing, calf burning, very small functioning fan, PRO-FORM Elliptical mocking me in a victorious cackle.

Walk n Roll!

Maybe the heat is getting to me? It's been extremely hot here in Lafayette, however I have decided to do something that I have never done before. Run a 5K. People who really know me are probably reading this saying WHAT? That's because I hate to run. No seriously, I don't run. Or as I like to say, I don't know how to run.

Well, I know how to run....just not fast. In fact, I'm darn near close to the slowest runner on our co-ed softball team (Just to be sure, I think we should race to see who is exactly the slowest, yet I'm pretty sure they don't give you a medal for the slowest base runner).

My friend tried to talk me into a sprint triathlon but I really didn't have time to train. Besides I better do baby steps and I think this 5K to benefit the Wabash Center is the perfect way to start. Besides, it's not until the end of October so I downloaded a How to run a 5k. Appropriately titled Couch to 5K. I'm not exactly coming from the couch so I feel like I have a jumpstart! I just hope to cross the finish line! Oh and still breathe!

The Dreaded Candy Jar

As I continue my quest for smaller pants, I notice from time to time the little things that can put the breaks on my weight loss goals. Case in point...the dreaded candy jar.

If you can see there is a nice note on the jar, stating that the candy fairy is here to quell your sweet tooth, or teeth...32 exactly if you are like me. The note goes on to read to help yourself if you should need a piece-s. This is the problem! It's hard to stop at just one. So I have tried not to have any and for the most part it works. That was until the candy fairy added to her stash!

See the twix. My favorite, nevermind I said the same thing when she added the snickers! Here's the sad part too. To visit the said candy jar, it's across the cubicle farm, so I have to walk across the room to get just one morsel of chocalate, it's burning calories right?

I think I will write a note back to the candy fairy and ask her to fill the jar with carrots. But then I wouldn't be burning all those calories to walk across the room to sneak into the jar! I'm doomed!

Who says Della looks like her Daddy?

Over the weekend I had found an old picture of my sister and I when we were younger, and I couldn't help but see Della staring right back at me! So when Dellaney was born and for a good portion of her little life, all I have heard is BOY SHE LOOKS LIKE HER DADDY! Well as you can see from the side by side image, she does take after her momma a little bit.