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Sunday, November 16, 2003
diving into the Christmas chocolate already
mmm, oh yum, bliss. I was a really good girl today diet wise (and I'm down to 171 lb! lowest weight since 1995!), and then right after the kids went to bed I got a huge, HUGE, H*U*G*E chocolate craving. I commented to T that I was contemplating driving to the little convenience store downtown (yes, our teeny town has a convenience store, and it's actually open until eleven p.m. No traffic lights or big grocery chains, but there is one convenience store) to satisfy it. T instantly got this mysterious, scheming sort of look on his face and said that he could provide me with chocolate if I were truly desperate. wink wink. So he raided the stocking-stuffer candy he'd bought yesterday (while we were completing all but three people's worth of our Christmas shopping, did I mention that? Jeesh, the nightmares I had last night about our house burning to the ground with all that stuff in it and no renter's insurance...) and produced a few Hershey's miniatures for me. Bless him, praise him, he is perfect. Those four miniatures have satisfied me wholly without giving me a huge load of guilt to carry around about having ruined my good diet day.
Also in the Feeling Good About My Accomplishments category today is the fact that the four of us pitched in and cleaned off our porch (note: I am glad I proofread. For some bizarre reason, this sentence had read "cleaned off our couch" until I caught it. Perhaps it's some Freudian thing; our couch is a 7-foot expanse of stacks of folded laundry right now and has been since last night). You know that Jeff Foxworthy bit, the redneck one, and one of the things he says is that you might be a redneck if people think you're having a yard sale all the time and you're not? That's us. Well, we say "that's us" about a lot of those redneck jokes, but this one -- we were really bad. We have a huge porch and there was a whole pile of stuff over in the corner, mostly T's stuff that I'd gotten tired of moving from one place to another in the house and so I'd put it outside waiting for him to take it to the basement. Someday our basement will just explode, we cram it so full of stuff that has no other resting place. Hmm, maybe I'd better check out that rental insurance tonight. Anyway. Our lovely large porch is now fully respectable-looking, and I'm having porch swing fantasies again. Our porch would be perfect for a porch swing. Maybe in the spring.
Tomorrow is C's first ballet lesson. We decided to let her start now instead of waiting for Christmas. Tomorrow is actually the "trial" day -- she'll go and watch, maybe participate a little, and make sure it's something she really wants to do. If not (ha! not likely) she'll have some darling ballet clothes for dress-up, I suppose. The teacher she'll have is the same one who taught my ballet lessons when I was in elementary school twenty years ago*. We're not expecting the next Isadora Duncan to come from our family -- neither C nor I are built along dancer's lines, and we're slightly more graceful than, say, a pair of 18-wheelers, but only slightly -- but it'll be fun for her and she'll learn some body control and make new friends as well. It does mean that this was a really bad night for me to wait until 10:30 p.m. to think of the fact that T needs clean uniforms tomorrow, since I now have to be up till 12:30 to get his uniforms out and hung so they don't wrinkle, and the kids and I have to be dressed and ready to leave by 9 tomorrow. oops. I am a girl who likes my nine hours, even interrupted as they usually are by a young ballerina-to-be wanting drinks of water. oh well.
*There's small-town life for you, that kind of thing happens all the time. One of our high-school secretaries called me by my mom's name all the time when I was there (and still does, when we run into each other around town) because she, like a number of the other staff at the school, had also been there when my mom was there, and Mom and I look similar.
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