Wordless Wedenesday

I decided to do the Bon Appetit 2013 Clense and commenced to shop for the food needed. Oh my God. All of my ingredients are healthy and this is expensive but on my quest I ran into this at an Asian supermarket. Mmm hmm.

Wordless Wednesday

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Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday– What Sad Gingerbread Houses You Have!

Making Gingerbread houses ARE NOT as easy as the finished product looks.  In fact, it’s downright HARD.  I bought some Gingerbread house kits from Wal-Mart – never done this before.  I wanted to bring a since of normalcy to our house.

                

The icing was a wee bit too warm. The girls tried to outline the doors and windows – then we noticed the houses just looked like they had sad faces.

                

Don’t they look sad????  It was most funny!

                

Since we weren’t winning any contests, the only thing left to do was to eat!

                

The Gingerbread man fell into the house trying to re-ice the roof.

Never thought I would have like 3 daughters.  Why does it seem like my childs hair is NEVER done????????

Wordless Wednesday Sort of and Picnesday

Today, I got my fat butt out of bed, recruited my "I wanna go" daughter and exercised.  There is nothing like exercising with a 10 year old. She was cheering me on, "Comon' mom, you can do it, a little more to go!"  She was also singing a Michael Jackson song most of the time that we were jogging while I was chugging along like a broke caboose, belly jigglin all over the place. 
It
Wasn't
{Pretty}

Things that made it worse: 
1.  My shirt didn’t fit.  It shrank to half it’s size right after I washed it.  I’ve had it like 5 years.  My brother would say the shirt was really “young” – that means small in 17 year old urbanese.  I never wanted to throw it away because it was part of a set – these EXTREMELY large and roomy pair of gray sweats.  Now those suckers have NEVER shrunk.  No matter how many times I wash them.

2.  Someone was smoking in one of the houses that’s backed up next to the running track.  It’s bad enough ma belly was bouncin up and down like a theater curtain dropping but now I had to fight cig smoke AND asthma.

3.  I didn’t have on a sports bra.  I don’t have one that fits.  I refuse to tie those babies up with an ace bandage, the material aint strong enough. 

PICTURE IT – one large black woman running next to Tinkerbell, carrying 5lb sacks of potatoes on her chest – that was me. Have you ever put water balloons in a plastic bag and had to carry them? 

Those are my boobs in an inadequate bra.

We worked out for an hour though and I was proud of my daughter.

On a more lovely note, on the way to the “park” my daughter pointed out the beautiful rainbows on the ground.  Now these were pretty and made me long for my camera, lost during “The Big Move”.  CRAP. I had my Huawei Ascend camera phone.  I guess they are alright.  Some were blurry though due to my shaky hands.

Only my daughter would point out the beautiful chaos left behind from oil leaking cars, waiting for their dew drop paint strokes to make them come alive.  It has rained quite a bit this week.

This reminds me of the Buffalo Bills logo – what do you think?

This by far is my favorite one.

Wordless Wednesday: Honeymoon in Mexico