Wishing Upon A Star

This has not been a good weekend for me.

I have so blown the diet that I should be in clogged artery alert right now. Mexican food Friday night; mussels and shrimp linguini yesterday, followed by chocolate and caramel pot stickers for dessert; McDonalds for lunch today. AND…this is the WORST….two (not one, TWO) donuts for breakfast.

By all rights I should just be jumping in front of traffic right now.

I know, that’s the wrong attitude, and I will crawl back on to the wagon tomorrow (I can’t hop on, I’m too heavy to move). I just hate it when I submarine myself, and I especially hate it when I know I’m doing it and keep right on going. It’s such a typical pattern for me.

I guess that the good news is, I feel kind of crappy for having eaten all that stuff today.

Yesterday’s linguini probably wasn’t so bad, but the pot stickers put it over the top.

There is no excuse for this morning’s donuts. One might not have been too bad, but TWO??? WHAT WAS I THINKING???

McDonald’s is all Matilda’s fault. I took her for the afternoon so my sister-in-law could take Keith to Little League tryouts (I thought little league was in the spring?). I had told Matilda that we’d go to lunch. Her choice was that of any typical seven-year-old American girl.

We went to McDonalds. (I had suggested going somewhere that we could get fish and vegetables. I can’t imagine that anyone reading this will be surprised to hear that the suggestion went over like a lead balloon.)

I don’t think it’s the food as much as the Happy Meal toy that lures her to McDonald’s. Although she was having a wonderful time swiping my French-fries.

She also decided that there was a great deal of fun to be had in imitating all my gestures and words. I had a hard time getting her to knock that off and answer me when I was trying to get information out of her.

We went to the mall so I could pay a couple of bills and poke through the sale racks. Two turtlenecks for $2.69 each. Granted they were from last season, but do black or navy turtlenecks really go out of season?

Matilda would go to the rack, drape an article of clothing in front of her and say "My name is (insert my name here) and I am soooo fashionable!" then she’d add, "Nana, I don’t care if you don’t like my nose ring. You’re not the boss of me!"

Words she NEVER heard from my lips. And that I’d NEVER dare speak to my mother! I don’t know where she gets this stuff.

She insisted on trotting the entire length of the mall so we could go to the Halloween outlet. She’s still a little freaked about some of the Halloween images, especially the Grim Reaper. (She used to call him the Gim Weepa.)

She complained all the way back that her legs were tired.

We still had to go to Macy’s as it’s Clinique Bonus Time. I don’t need anything, but I stock up on the stuff I know I’ll run out of during the winter. I’ve used the Clinique moisturizer for years, yet I’ve never bought a bottle. I’ve always used the samples they give with the bonus stuff.

We’d been out for almost three hours at that point so we decided to drive by her house to see if her mother and Keith were home yet. If they weren’t she was going to have to continue to the pet food store with me.

They were home. I dumped her off and continued on.

But only after my sister-in-law pointed to the spot where I had been parked and showed me the oil stain. I think the damn car is leaking oil.

Not a good weekend

I finished up my errands, then came home to school work.

oh joy.

I reread the manual for this reading program I’m trying to learn and have discovered that I’ve been screwing up royally. I really don’t know what I’m doing. This has been thrust upon me with too little preparation. It has so many components and substeps that I’m really in a mess.

Bottom line? I don’t know what I’m doing.

I did write my e-mail to Michael telling him I’m coming. I haven’t sent it yet as I keep going back for editing and rewording. It’s full of newsy, breezy stuff at the beginning, as I haven’t written to him all week so I could save up some of the news of my life before I hit him with what real purpose of the note.

I will send it either tonight or tomorrow morning.

Really.

I will.

Then the pins and needles can start. I’ll either be thrilled or depressed. There is no happy medium here.

I think I’m going to go to bed really early and try to finish Summer Sisters I need to get it over with and move on to something else.

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