Saturday, July 05, 2003
Forgive me, blogosphere, for I have sinned. It has been three days since my last confession...er...post. I have been spending the last couple of days consumed with consumption--of the 1800's variety. Not really, but it feels that way. I have been blindsided by allergies and have coughed up goo pretty much non-stop for 2 days now. It sucks to be sick on a holiday weekend when I had so many plans.
I didn't cancel everything, though. I worked out yesterday, and managed to get through that without too many hacking fits. Later in the day, I went to Matt and Joseph's for a cookout. Matt is like the best cook in the world, next to Alan. He made so many goodies, too many to mention all of them. A representative sampling would include BBQ chicken, grilled vegetables, grilled fruit (very good, btw--you should try it sometime), grilled kielbasa, homemade salsa, potato skins with bacon (real bacon!) bits and cheese, herbed potatos, and "fruit pizza" in the shape of an American flag for dessert. If you're not familiar with fruit pizza, you take sugar cookie dough and bake it into a crust, then spread it with a cream cheese/whipped topping combination, then top it with fruit of your choice; usually strawberries, kiwi slices, etc. Matt used strawberries for the red stripes and blueberries for the part where the stars go. So much for the diet Rachel has been "exhorting" me to stick to. ;^)
After dinner, all of us at the cookout went over to a friend named Sally's house to watch fireworks. She's staying with some relatives in an upscale neighborhood in town. Apparently, some of the neighbors go in together each year and put on a fireworks show in the neighborhood. It was great; I believe it may have been better than the one put on by the city. It was certainly longer, anyway. After we watched the fireworks, we went back to Sally's relatives' house and played Cranium until about 1:30 AM. Needless to say, I was pretty wiped out this morning and slept in. I'm feeling somewhat better today, but still not 100%. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. It's "leg day" for me at the gym, I've been told.
Hi, I'm Debi. Once in a while I have a thought and I like to write it down before it goes away. This is where I write it.
Create Your Badge
a cup of Rich