??? rushed out of the house, so no weight
On my last post, I said I was gonna try not weighing, but that only lasted for that day. I shoulda known better. Some people weigh, some people don't. I'm in the latter. Daily weighing works for me. I'm crazy if I do, but I'm even crazier of I don't.
"Hello, I am Waning Woman and I am a weigher"
Accepting that I is what I is and moving on. :-)
I'd like to say hello to 3 of my newest followers followers Lee Ann, Kalisha, and Nancygans. Welcome to the jungle! There are lions, and tigers, and bears, a few cougars, a coupla monkeys and a giraffe or two, but none of them bite unless provoked. Oh wait, I forgot about
Michelle, she absolutely DOES bite. I have a series of rabies shots and a weeping wound as proof. Just stay the hell away from her.
Kaitlyn, I am happy to add, does not bite at all and is quite docile.
This weekend I went to another BBGC support group meeting and our speaker was
Travis Waddell ake Token, an endurance athlete extraordinaire chock full of great information. Seriously, this guy really knows his stuff. Even my anti-running ass (Yall know that the only thing I'm EVER gonna run is my mouth) thoroughly enjoyed the presentation. The BBGC support isn't all about bitchy women and cupcakes. *GASP*
There was an early morning walk/run *Bigger GASP*
And actual men *Biggest GASP ever* in attendance
If you're in the DFW area, check out the next meeting for yourself.
After the support group, a bunch of us trekked over to
Desta, a superb Ethiopian restaurant, for fanstastic food and fellowship. Between bites of lamb and beef, we chatted about everything from our surgeries to sock titties and everything in between.
For most of the people in attendance, it was their very first time having Ethiopian cuisine, and we had a 99% success rate! I'm pretty sure that just about everybody walked away believing in the epicness that is Ethiopian food. Thank you
Shana for pulling this all together.
I don't wanna give away too much but there may or may not have been bench warrants, naked twister, karaoke, marriage proposals, a missing persons report,weird men in plaid shirts, beer pong, trespassing, a homicide, and weeping wounds. Well, I
will tell you about the homicide. My phone died a tragic and watery death at the hands of an unknown assailant and is now sexing 40 virgins with Bin Laden. I'm pretty sure it wasn't
the other Michelle but I
do have a sneaking suspicion about who
the culprit was. I don't have any hard evidence, but I'm sure that with my super sleuthing skills, my
team of bloodhounds, and my crotch identification software I can figure out who took the last picture on my phone and nab the bad guy.
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Aren't these smoking?! Somebody buy them for me in orange |
Anyway, I'm finna head off to bed, but before I do I'm gonna pick up my shoes that have been sitting right where I left them for the last 24 hours. Its not my fault that I came in, kicked them off and went right to bed. Blame the BBGC.