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Saturday, April 05, 2003
Tonight the boys, Matt and I were off to a potluck at Corrie's house this evening. This is a real treat to have Matt with us in the evening. He works second shift, usually 7 days a week, so the boys and I rarely get to have dinner with him. So we gather our prepared dishes and head off to the potluck, with one minor pitstop along the way. Matt needs to stop in at work and fix something real quick. It'll just take a moment.
The boys and I sit waiting patiently in the van for his return, when Kollin announces that he is hungry. Surely, this will not take much longer so we wait some more. As each minute ticks away on the clock, Kollin becomes increasingly hungrier, and myself increasingly tense. Not only am I waiting with three children, one who is auditioning for a Save the Children commercial with his dramatic proclamations of hunger, but we are late, late, late by now for the potluck. I do not want to be that dinner guest that arrives so late that everything is overcooked and dry because the hostess had to keep dinner waiting. While I am frettng about being the dinner guest from hell, Kollin announces that he is starving to death...little by little. Just then Matt gets in the van and we are off.
We arrive at Corrie's and Kollin's hunger pains immediately disappear as he runs off to play. The other mamas and I immediately start serving our kid's plates. Tamara loads one up for her DH, takes it out to guy-land, and announces that the other hubbies are gonna have to come in and get their own. Gee, thanks for making us look bad Tamara. :P We eat, we drink, we talk and tell stories. A good time is had by all. Then......Corrie breaks out the Tirimasu (or however it is spelled). Homeade. For the baby. Well, let me tell ya, I am loving this baby already! THis stuff is awesome. Weight Watchers points be dammed, I am having myself some of that. Oh, it was so good.
The kids play, the guys drink and play darts in guy-land in the garage, all while the mamas chat away. Telling stories of old, new, and in between. I'll be dammed if I didn't eat a brownie during all this as well. I can feel the points racking up. Oy vey! We all say our farewells and head home.
I get home, get the guys in bed, and clean up a bit. Then, I head off to put on my jammies. The scale is sitting there mocking me, daring me to step on it. I took the bait. OMG, how did I gain 3 pounds in 6 hours?! Especially when late night is usually when I weigh the least. Surely, I could not have metabolized all that and legitimately gained 3 pounds could I? Or maybe I actually ate 3 pounds of food?! Well, that was some awesome tirimasu. Hell, even if it takes a week to lose those 3 pounds, that was some good business!
Note to Self: Life is sweet. Good dessert with good friends makes it even sweeter.
The boys and I sit waiting patiently in the van for his return, when Kollin announces that he is hungry. Surely, this will not take much longer so we wait some more. As each minute ticks away on the clock, Kollin becomes increasingly hungrier, and myself increasingly tense. Not only am I waiting with three children, one who is auditioning for a Save the Children commercial with his dramatic proclamations of hunger, but we are late, late, late by now for the potluck. I do not want to be that dinner guest that arrives so late that everything is overcooked and dry because the hostess had to keep dinner waiting. While I am frettng about being the dinner guest from hell, Kollin announces that he is starving to death...little by little. Just then Matt gets in the van and we are off.
We arrive at Corrie's and Kollin's hunger pains immediately disappear as he runs off to play. The other mamas and I immediately start serving our kid's plates. Tamara loads one up for her DH, takes it out to guy-land, and announces that the other hubbies are gonna have to come in and get their own. Gee, thanks for making us look bad Tamara. :P We eat, we drink, we talk and tell stories. A good time is had by all. Then......Corrie breaks out the Tirimasu (or however it is spelled). Homeade. For the baby. Well, let me tell ya, I am loving this baby already! THis stuff is awesome. Weight Watchers points be dammed, I am having myself some of that. Oh, it was so good.
The kids play, the guys drink and play darts in guy-land in the garage, all while the mamas chat away. Telling stories of old, new, and in between. I'll be dammed if I didn't eat a brownie during all this as well. I can feel the points racking up. Oy vey! We all say our farewells and head home.
I get home, get the guys in bed, and clean up a bit. Then, I head off to put on my jammies. The scale is sitting there mocking me, daring me to step on it. I took the bait. OMG, how did I gain 3 pounds in 6 hours?! Especially when late night is usually when I weigh the least. Surely, I could not have metabolized all that and legitimately gained 3 pounds could I? Or maybe I actually ate 3 pounds of food?! Well, that was some awesome tirimasu. Hell, even if it takes a week to lose those 3 pounds, that was some good business!
Note to Self: Life is sweet. Good dessert with good friends makes it even sweeter.