One of my little known talents is that I can cook. Not just opening a can of Spaghetti-Os and zapping them in the microwave, I mean smack Gordon Ramsey in the back of the head good. Maybe not that good, but if he did try my food I'd hit him in the back of the head and when he woke up I'd tell him the flavor knocked him out. Lately I've been embracing that talent a little more. I've been cooking meals at home to provide a healthy alternative to fast food or dining out. I've loved it, and the fact my daughters tell me how wonderful it is melts me heart. They aren't lying either, they are actually eating everything on their plate which is unusual.
I feel that I have the duty to respond to the allegation, from my sister, that I was near a heart attack when I beat her at jumping rope. She has also said the she was not actually competing. Isn't that cute? My daughters do the same thing when I win at something. They all of a sudden "weren't playing." It's ok though, I'm planning a triathlon that will be broadcast on the inter nets. The gauntlet is thrown down.
The events will be announced at a later date (as soon as I find out what her weaknesses are).
I know this one is short. Stop Laughing, I was talking about this blog entry. Your mind is in the gutter. Back on track - as I said, this one isn't long, but the length doesn't really matter, it's how you use the content of it. I usually send a few days thinking up witty things to say, or my theories of the universe to discuss and share, but this week I didn't. I really felt blah. So Cheer me up. Ready ... and ... go. Now. Geez, this isn't working. Try harder next time. Until then, I leave you with this thought.
What, it's my thought I left you with, not words I typed. My thoughts don't leave my brain, and boy am I glad - I could get into a thousand problems at once.
Think to you later.
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