Happy Cinco de Mayo. I feel I should be honoring this day by making tacos or something extra spicy, but I’ll probably make hot dogs and/or leftover chicken soup. It’s what we’ve got. I know, I know. It’s a total holiday fail.
I’ve got a bad track record with the little holidays. The big ones – Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter – I get those, but all the little pseudo-holidays catch me off-guard. Every single year.
I never even have my leprechaun house ready in March. Ever.
I feel like I need an event planner in order to keep up with the holidays.
On a good, (well-done Tricia), note, I went to the gym this morning, as in I went to the local YMCA and walked on the treadmill for one hour. The little calorie counter said I burned over 400 calories and I believe it. The treadmill wouldn’t dare lie to me. Would it?
On second thought, please don’t answer that. I would rather live in blissful ignorance. It is a holiday, after all.
I thought I would make a morning exercise run (I use the word “run” metaphorically) a habit.
It’s time to take back the thighs, and I have a wedding to attend at the end of June. If I don’t lose a few pounds, I’ll have to buy a new dress to wear to the wedding and I really don’t want to do that.
While my legs were moving on the treadmill and i was going nowhere, kinda like an over-weight gerbil, I was bemoaning the injustices in our world.
I mean, I’m the first to remind my kids that “life’s not fair,” but sometimes you have to wonder if justice will ever come. The more I live life, the more it seems like it’s really, really, really not fair.
It’s appropriate I just got a letter about jury duty.
Why yes, I am in the mood for swift and severe punishment. Please call me to be on a jury.
Ya, they probably won’t want me.
In other news…
Will you guys forgive me for writing such a useless post? It seems I’m bad at holidays and at blogging today.
I decided to make petroleum-free lip balm this weekend. Homemade.
Who does that sort of thing? Someone find a better way for me to occupy my time please.
It was a fail.
Not really, because it totally worked and I even have cute pictures to prove it, but it seems kinda dumb. My family laughed at me when I handed them their 4 ounce jar of lip balm.
Honestly, who can blame them?
So if one of you weirdos out there are just dying for an easy homemade, petroleum-free lip balm recipe, just say the word. That recipe will go up so fast, it will make Martha’s head spin.
While I was being all pioneerish about my lip balm, my son got his hand smashed by a rock and needed five stitches. My cousin said he was in a game of rock, paper, scissors and lost.
He’s pretty psyched about it though. He’s got a war wound to show off in school and a doctor’s note excusing him from gym class, but I don’t think he’ll choose paper in his next game of rock, paper, scissors. It’s quite the gamble.
So, my friends, eat a taco or two for me and enjoy this Monday, May 5th.
How was your weekend? Do tell me, please, in the comments.
These are instagram pictures. If you don’t follow me on Instagram, you totally should, because my pink flamingo is about to get wed and you won’t want to miss all the baby flamingos. If that’s not a reason to follow someone on Instagram, I don’t know what is.