So, I feel like I should have something funny or insightful or meaningful to say, but really I keep thinking about that yummy granola I made that's sitting on the stove in the kitchen just waiting for me to eat another handful.
No, you're wrong--I should NOT grab another handful.
Yeah, I know granola is healthy for the most part, but I'm pretty sure this isn't that healthy because it tastes just like a fresh baked oatmeal cookie.
I do want to lose those 2.5 pounds I put on while visiting my grandparents. But how BADLY do I want to lose them?
I worked dang hard to put them back on. Pizza from Papa Murphy's--(thanks Don!), pork chops & homemade mashed potatoes & gravy, my grandma's most amazing salad, hamburgers with all the fixin's, tacos, my pop's homemade butterfinger icecream that he makes just for me regardless of the time of year or temperature outside. Need I go on?
By the way, did you know they make Hershey's Kisses with coconut flavor now? I haven't tried them and I'm not even really tempted, but I wonder when this Hershey's Kiss flavoring madness is going to stop?
So, yesterday I gave up junk food. Yes, I did. I gave it up for the ENTIRE day. Wow, I don't know how I made it.
I didn't even eat any junk food today & if you dare to post on this blog about how my granola is junk food, I may just take the liberty to remove your comment. Don't push your luck. You're dealing with a woman who has not had chocolate in over 24 hours--nor any homemade butterfinger ice cream.
Wanta see something cute? Okay here it is--
That is my Papa--strongest and sweetest guy. That is his twin 71 years younger. Seriously, Owen has my grandparents' last name as his middle name and boy oh boy does it fit. Look at those smiles. They both have pieces of my heart.
Ready for the next cute thing?
Boy, that smile gets me every time! His poor wife, she'll never be able to stay angry.
I love the smiles and laughs that the photo below captured-- Plus, it reminds me of the butterfinger ice cream and that's a plus.
My grandma thinks it's her job to spoil my kids. I think it's actually in her contract. Anyway, she gave them an Easter Egg hunt the last night we were there. Some of the eggs were filled with money and others were filled with chocolate. I don't know which is more tempting to me.
The eyes slightly glancing to the side say, "Mom, I need to get more eggs! I'm just humoring you about this photo--it'll never really be great."
And this picture? It's another favorite. My kids--they are so perfect--even better than Butterfinger ice cream and Gram's salads.
