Wrote This Yesterday

As I write this, the good people of Gulf Power are replacing the power pole outside of the house leaving without power for the next two hours. There goes my Once Upon a Time TV date with Bear. Back at the rabbit trail: Did they have to kill off Grant? He had the coolest accent on the show. Man!

Bear suggested I take the car and go somewhere which was a sweet suggestion. However, the idea that I can't stand to be without power for 2-3 hours unsettled me. I mean, I'm outdoorsy---ask the rescue dog.

Actually, it's not about being one with nature. It's about being so spoiled by the emenities of modern culture that no power equals the end of life as I know it. No On-line games? No laundry that I can throw in the wash and forget about? Wash my dishes by HAND? No FriendFace?! What will become of the world if they don't get my status updates?! Merciful Heavens! Why?! (Wow. That was dramatic.) Yeah. I don't want to be that person.

So instead of typing this out at the desk and posting, you be reading my third draft. The first was written using an ancient method known simply as pen and paper. I wrote it on the back porch sitting in a sunbeam while listening to birds and Chloe the Dog bark at the power guys. Not a bad way to start the day. Sans power may not be convenient, but at least I don't have to pluck my own chickens. (That's what I tell myself when I'm feeling whiney) Now, I'm gonna read some Failing Forward by John Maxwell. If the the power is still out when the girls get home, I think I'm gonna make them wash some clothes by hand because satellite is pricey, but this kind of drama is legal and free. Shameless.

(P.S. The power was on an hour before the girls got home. Next time....)

Sassafrass Sunday

I'm sexy and I know it. Bear dared me to use this one this week. I know I'm sitting in the car not standing. Trust me. The lumps are the same. So the body remains unchanged, but I think I may have hit on some of my weight loss pot holes. And yeah, I really did hit them.
1) Man I love soda. Gotta stop drinking those calories.
2) I think I'm hot no matter how fat I am. I embrace my inner fluff, and I can't help it that fluff is good-looking. It genetic. Seriously, all the ladies in my family are fantastic. Just ask them.
3) I under eat. I just forget, or I get busy. My fat cells are all, "Dig in Reatha! We're in here for the long haul!" My body thinks it's never gonna eat again, so it clings to my thighs like a co-dependent roommate. I never had one of those, but I've seen that Lifetime movie, so you know it's real. Basically, I have to get better about eating regular meals not just random snacks. Truth is, for a fluffy fox, I don't really eat that much. I just don't eat properly.

So now that I'm seeing some things I need to work on, it can only help. I need to see if I can get an update for Team Me on the Biggest Loser. Anyone know?

So, back to work for me, and have a super fun day off if you got one tomorrow.