It's been a slow week in the fragments area. Visit Mrs. 4444 for some other Friday Fragments.
"Grey skies are going to clear up! Put on a happy face!" C'mon everyone, sing along with me! It's about damn time.
Last night I went out with friends to an AWESOME restaurant. The Summit is run by the Midwest Culinary Institute. Staff, including the sous chef, are students of the school and the menu changes seasonally. It was delicious and I look forward to going back soon. The menu changes next week! For any of you locals reading this blog, you definitely need to check it out!
My neighbor bought a spunky little sports car. We were outside when he pulled up in it for the first time. He asked me if I wanted to take it for a drive and before he could change his mind, I grabbed the key and hopped in the driver's seat. His wife hopped in the passenger seat and we put the top down. As we pulled away MG and the neighbor were making Thelma and Louise comments. Lorraine and I were wondering where Brad Pitt was.
How is it possible to NOT lose weight, or at least maintain it, when you go up and down stairs a gzillion times a day, almost always carrying something heavy - a laundry basket full of clothes, clothes on hangers, blankets and pillows and/or a child? Not to mention the bending over and standing up to straighten up a room and pushing a vaccuum cleaner or carpet shampooer. Why doesn't that count as an aerobic workout and strength training all at the same time? Why doesn't my body recognize this as calorie burning?
I'm all for being politically correct, but when did saying Indian (as in American Indian) become a bad thing? I told CJ to sit Indian style and he looked at me like I was crazy and said "WHAT is that?" So I then said, "Criss cross applesauce?" and he knew what I was talking about.
I am a 40 something chick, married (to Motorcycle Guy, AKA MG) and raising three boys (Big E, Sous Chef and CJ). We live in the burbs, which I am still adjusting to, even after 11+ years, and counting!