Happy Monday y'all.
How was your 4th?
Ours was spent like any redneck family should spend their 4th- in a pick up truck. Yes, complete with a wire hook up contraption going between the cigarette lighter and our kitchen microwave that was sitting in the backseat of the pickup.
Why was our kitchen microwave sitting in the back seat of our pickup truck?
Because my husband was sweet talked by our two youngest rednecks in training- we'll call them pinknecks- yes. So, the pinknecks threw all their little charm in the direction of their Daddy and convinced him that while they watched the fireworks they had to have hot microwave popcorn.
So, redneck Daddy was determined not to disappoint. Thus the wire contraption.
My ever present cautious little self saw great potential for some fuse blowing.
Art saw great potential for some fun.
Fun won.
I got sleepy from all the discussion and went to bed.
If the city was on my time table we'd be doing fireworks at 6 am on the 4th. By 9:30 pm at night, I'm in my second phase of REM. I think I'm getting old y'all. Isn't this the schedule of an old person? I've also checking the fiber content of foods lately and craving a bran muffin. Which by the way, is not on the approved list for my diet right now- bummer. I can totally envision me eating a bran muffin.
Bran muffins. The staple of all retirement facilities. I won't comment this on this seeing as I'm officially still 39 years old except to say that I'm also a big fan of the BINGO game. Ahem.
So, while I'm snoring it up at home with visions of Bran and Bingo dancing in my head, the two pinknecks, one redneck Daddy and our kitchen microwave head off to see them some fireworks.
They won't tell me exactly what happened.
Pride is a powerful thing y'all.
All I know is the next morning I saw the packages of microwave popcorn in an unsuccessful condition still very much full of kernels. Hard, uneatable, unpopped, break your teeth out kernels.
Knowing my crew, they probably just sat there sucking all the butter off the kernels, spitting them into their empty coke bottles, claiming it was just as good as having it popped.
They love to spite their mama.
Who, by the way, was right... again.
Ahem.
On a completely different note, I have my post-vacation weigh in today. Y'all were so sweet and encouraging after seeing my pictures with Art, telling me I don't need to lose any more weight. I'm just a few pounds from my goal so y'all are almost right.
But it's not just about hitting my goal weight.
The bigger picture behind all this is obedience to God and stopping the cravings that led me to portions that were too big, foods that were unhealthy, and cycles of guilt that cluttered my mind.
So, I'll be back tomorrow with an update on my progress and seriously one of the most eye opening Scriptures about this battle with cravings I've ever studied.
It's so good, we just might need to suck on some kernels while studying it. According to the rednecks, that makes good things even better y'all.
How was your 4th?
Ours was spent like any redneck family should spend their 4th- in a pick up truck. Yes, complete with a wire hook up contraption going between the cigarette lighter and our kitchen microwave that was sitting in the backseat of the pickup.
Why was our kitchen microwave sitting in the back seat of our pickup truck?
Because my husband was sweet talked by our two youngest rednecks in training- we'll call them pinknecks- yes. So, the pinknecks threw all their little charm in the direction of their Daddy and convinced him that while they watched the fireworks they had to have hot microwave popcorn.
So, redneck Daddy was determined not to disappoint. Thus the wire contraption.
My ever present cautious little self saw great potential for some fuse blowing.
Art saw great potential for some fun.
Fun won.
I got sleepy from all the discussion and went to bed.
If the city was on my time table we'd be doing fireworks at 6 am on the 4th. By 9:30 pm at night, I'm in my second phase of REM. I think I'm getting old y'all. Isn't this the schedule of an old person? I've also checking the fiber content of foods lately and craving a bran muffin. Which by the way, is not on the approved list for my diet right now- bummer. I can totally envision me eating a bran muffin.
Bran muffins. The staple of all retirement facilities. I won't comment this on this seeing as I'm officially still 39 years old except to say that I'm also a big fan of the BINGO game. Ahem.
So, while I'm snoring it up at home with visions of Bran and Bingo dancing in my head, the two pinknecks, one redneck Daddy and our kitchen microwave head off to see them some fireworks.
They won't tell me exactly what happened.
Pride is a powerful thing y'all.
All I know is the next morning I saw the packages of microwave popcorn in an unsuccessful condition still very much full of kernels. Hard, uneatable, unpopped, break your teeth out kernels.
Knowing my crew, they probably just sat there sucking all the butter off the kernels, spitting them into their empty coke bottles, claiming it was just as good as having it popped.
They love to spite their mama.
Who, by the way, was right... again.
Ahem.
On a completely different note, I have my post-vacation weigh in today. Y'all were so sweet and encouraging after seeing my pictures with Art, telling me I don't need to lose any more weight. I'm just a few pounds from my goal so y'all are almost right.
But it's not just about hitting my goal weight.
The bigger picture behind all this is obedience to God and stopping the cravings that led me to portions that were too big, foods that were unhealthy, and cycles of guilt that cluttered my mind.
So, I'll be back tomorrow with an update on my progress and seriously one of the most eye opening Scriptures about this battle with cravings I've ever studied.
It's so good, we just might need to suck on some kernels while studying it. According to the rednecks, that makes good things even better y'all.
Home