That reminds me that I called my grandmother the other day. Every time I call her she either tells me I made her day, her week or her month. It's fantastic! Lol. You know how I am about compliments. Oh you slay me! Lololol. So if your grandparents are still alive (she's the only one I have left), give them a call please. They'd love to hear from you. Most of her grandchildren don't call because she used to be really mean. Omg! I have to utter something for you. "Devil get on outta here." Of course there are tangents. Did I really say "teeny tiny itty bitty baby lizards"? Were they small?
Back to the other gym crazy. G. Oh G. Why did Stace & Rashan talk you up? I hadn't seen you in at least a week and a half. That's a lot considering you work out near daily. I didn't know if maybe you got locked up (they won't let you out) but I guess not. I don't really care enough about your jail situation to ask. Is that wrong? I don't care. Saturday at the gym who do I see him working out with a dude and a girl. I smile and wave and keep it moving. He smiles (he does have a cute smile. Something about dimples...), waves and yells out "AY!! WHERE YOU BEEN?!" No. You didn't. Couth. It's not hard. Or maybe it is. I reply much less loudly, "Around, where have YOU been?" then continue to walk downstairs. Except I hear "AY!!" EVEN LOUDER. Huh uh. I can not condone your bad behavior. I just glower through my upper eyelashes as I walk down the stairs and continue on my way. Get your life together, please. That is not cute.
I was reading My Utmost for His Highest (the problem with a lack of awareness of days is that sometimes you get behind and don't even know it... I think I'm a day behind. I'll just uh! double up, uh uh!) yesterday morning or the day before and it was talking about lust and how giving in to it like being owned by your frust... or whatever sort of lust you have, with the definition of lust being something you believe you must have NOW. I was like huh???? FRENCH FRIES YOU DON'T OWN ME, SON!! So yeah. That has given me further resolve to give in no more to my frust. Because I thought about it. It becomes a slippery slope. You give in once and say, "Why not just one more time and one more time and oh who cares?" Not the kid!! YOU CAN'T RUN ME FRENCH FRIES!! ONE MORE WEEK B! (Or should I say F?)
Since Palm Sunday (today) to Easter is Holy Week and I eat way too much fast food, I decided to give up fast food for Holy Week. This will require me to cook... for the first time in probably months... I know that's bad but it's the truth. My dad buys my food a lot (he brings home lunch) and when I go to a restaurant, I always take home enough for my work lunch the next day. What? I have a small appetite. Plus I eat out on Tuesday before Bible Study to pass the time, then I eat out on Thursday for Daddy Daughter. And we can't forget breakfast on Sunday mornings before church. Those are just the guarantees and don't include my usual stop at A.rby's on the way to work almost every night. They recognize MY VOICE and know my condiments. It's really quite bad. So this is the first step to getting a handle on that.
My daddy is nutty. He cracks me up sometimes. The best days are days like yesterday (Saturday) where I go to work for