Everyone should do a happy dance when it’s the weekend.
I’ve mentioned before that Tom likes to play a game with me during lunch. There’s two parts to this game. Part one is to see what brand new, never heard before obscene, shrieking, loud, deafening noise an eleven year old cat can make while standing in front of the door. This is a subtle request for immediate egress, and if not answered promptly is accompanied by claws on the door casing.
Part two is to do exactly two 360 degree rotations just outside the door, sniff the air a couple of times and then stand in front of the door waiting to be let back in. He will not start part two until the door has been closed and I have been seated back at the kitchen table. Then it’s show time.
So here’s a picture I took as part two comes to an end. He’s waiting for a bite or two of kibble (I usually wish him a ‘bon appetit mon chat’ as he walks over to the bowl), then he’ll race around the house like his tail is on fire and then park in front of the door again to make another heinous noise.
I sometimes wonder who has the more rigid schedule.
When I arrived at work this morning, I was pleasantly surprised to see two apple pies sitting on the community table in our work area. My friend (and co-worker) Shirley had made apple pie for everyone on her day off yesterday and was kind enough to share with our little group at work.
Strike one on eating healthy today.
Around 10 a.m., the director of our group announced that he was buying everyone lunch today and to decide what we wanted. We all agreed on the tried and true in our group – pizza and wings.
Strike two on eating healthy today.
So I had a piece of pizza, well, four small squares of pizza, for lunch at 11:30 a.m., while I continued to work at my desk. I’m trying really hard not to eat something now while I’m at home doing my usual hour routine.
I don’t know what it is about Fridays and pizza. In elementary and high school, we either had pizza/green beans/peanuts/apple crisp or fishburgers(?)/french fries/cole slaw/peaches for lunch on Friday. The peanuts were due to the fact that Jimmy Carter was president at the time, they were replaced by something else during the Reagan administration. I don’t know where we came up with the term “fishburgers” but it sounds a little odd now that I think about it all these years later.
I’m not a huge fan of pizza. I never have been. I suppose it’s alright to enjoy from time to time, but I’d rather dive into something else like Chinese food or something if I’m going to waste some calories away. The one form of pizza that I really do enjoy is “tomato pie”, which is tomato sauce on a doughish crust with cheese sprinkled on top. It’s usually enjoyed cold. I think it’s only found in this area, but I could be wrong on that.
Earl thinks I’m nuts (which I usually am), but there are two varieties of pizza that I do enjoy – Hawaiian Pizza (pineapple, cheese, ham) and BLT pizza (bacon, lettuce, tomato, cheese and mayo). Now those are tasty.
Let’s see if I can at least eat healthy tonight!
While at work today I stumbled across this article that gives ten tips on how to be a good blogger. I found it quite interesting and thought you would too. Maybe I’ll even take some of the advice and incorporate these points into “Life Is Such A Sweet Insanity.”