Weight Watchers Saturday and Other Nonsense

I was happy with my weight loss this week.  I lost 1.8 pounds.  It was a good meeting.  The leader passed out cards and asked us 3 questions and we were to write down the answers.  One of the questions was ” What could you do to make your family meals more appealing?” You were suppose to write the first thing that came to mind.  I already go to extremes to do that for my family.  I serve my meals on nice plates not paper ones.  They are good, hearty appetizing meals.  I put a lot of effort into my cooking.  I even think about colors when I cook and will use a red pepper vs. a green one when I need some color.

So I wrote  ” Carving little vegetables into flowers.”  Yea, like I am going to really do that.  I don’t think so.  But it was the first thing that came to mind because I couldn’t think of anything else.  Some of the weight watcher women thought I actually did that.

I can see myself spending the afternoon carving sweet potatoes into fish.  I don’t think so.  I’ve got better things to do.  I have blogging.

I realized today that when I sit down to write a blog I usually have no idea in my head what I am going to write about.  I just start typing. I guess it goes to show you I don’t think too much about anything serious. But that’s also how I keep sane and silly. Which is just where I want to be right now in the twilight of my years.  Am I in the twilight of my years yet?  When exactly does that happen?

So I did a google image search for twilight years and came up with this.

Ha! Ha!  Now that’s more like it.  That’s exactly where and when I live.  The Freakin’ Twilight Zone.  Perfect!!!!

Speaking of Halloween.  My daughter and her hubby went to a friend’s house last night.  My son went to a bar to see his friend’s band, the wasband was doing a card show and I was abandoned and left alone to deal with the trick or treaters.  I bought candy.  No one showed up.  Not one little kid.  I was sort of disappointed but I also sort of figured no one would come from past years.

Sarah leaves for Puerto Rico tomorrow with her bosses and a couple of co-workers for a business trip. She’ll be gone 6 days and is leaving me alone with the men of the house. I wish I could stow away on board the plane with my drugs and alcohol because that’s the way I fly. But I guess I can’t.

This is where she is staying.  Not too shabby.