.......or at least it feels like it has been. *laughs*

My back is still sore, though not nearly as much as it was yesterday. Last night, I decided to throw caution to the wind and heed the niggling voice inside. So, I hopped up on my rowing machine last night and exercised for 20 minutes. Then, I set down the handgrip, crossed my hands behind my back, and worked my legs on the slide. Not only did it work my legs, but I also felt the workout in my stomach and my back (building core strength). Instead of waking up in a bundle of pain, I wasn't doing too bad.

I never did get around to reading DD her book yesterday, so when she woke up this morning, she climbed up into bed with me, book in tow. So, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, slipped on my glasses, and read her the story. It was a somewhat long book for one sitting. It was a nice feeling though, starting the day with my girl, doing something that we both enjoy so much.

There wasn't a whole lot to do around the house today, since I managed to get most things done yesterday. I cooked oats this morning, and tormented my sugar-addicted self with oatmeal minus the sugar, plus a few raisins, and a dash of cinnamon. I added a little milk just for the sake of it, and made myself eat it. You know, it wasn't bad. The raisins were just enough to keep me from making faces the whole time. It makes me remember the stint that I had with atkins, when I had a strawberry after induction, and felt like I just sucked a whole tablespoon of sugar. *laughs* I bet that the oatmeal would have been heavenly then. I'm just so hooked on this stupid white stuff. It seems to be in everything these days. Not only that, but DH is just no help in my endeavor to eat right. Oh well. He's not the one with the fat problem; I am. So, I'm going to just have to figure this one out on my own. Temptation doesn't stop existing just because I have to get my act together. I've joked with him before that it almost seems easier if he'd just lock me in the bedroom and only let me out for bathroom breaks. At least then, I could get through the detox time without going too crazy. lol Either that, or someone needs to pick me for the next round of "Survivor". I could stand to lose 1+ lbs. per day. I might even learn how to fish. lol

Anywho, I digress. After I finished writing my outline for the latest CTBHHM chapters (yes, I procrastinated), I sat down for a time and typed out everything, and looked around the internet a bit. I'm somewhat bored without my Mollers, but that is my own malfunction. lol Everyone seems to be a little busy and/or behind on whatever they are doing, so my information monster was hungry. Instead of listening to it growl and rumble, I turned off the computer and wandered into the kitchen. I checked my meal planning board (read: dry erase board) and noticed that I had scheduled a dinner of grilled cheese sandwiches. Ah, and easy night with nothing to defrost. I like having those from time to time. So, I headed outside.

Because I just love my husband to pieces, I decided that I was going to do something special for him. I waded through the mess that is his garage, dug out the mower, and I cut the grass. Oh, what an endeavor! lol For city-ish folks, we do have a decent sized yard. With all of the rain, our grass had grown at an incredible rate. So, I got my exercise by pushing the mower around and doing battle with the forest of grass blades and the voracious dandelions. Having beat them into submission, I stopped long enough to breathe, and the neighbor kids came over.

The afternoon was spent on cleaning up the yard from our last lighting of the fire pit. I did manage to move the picnic table out of the way so I could cut the grass, and it is a wonder that I can still walk. That thing is monstrously heavy for being half rotted and falling apart. But, I got the yard cleaned, and the kids ran around cheerfully until DD smacked one of the boys across the face. Then I had to listen to her scream bloody murder after she got in trouble, because she is such an actress these days. I'm so tempted to repeat the dreaded words that my parents used to use on me. "You had better quit that screaming and crying, or I'll give you something to cry about!" It never did have the desired effect though, not exactly. Instead, we nearly imploded by trying to suck in the crying hiccupy stage, while drowning in mucus and salty tears. *chuckles* But, at least sniffling is quieter than dramatic sobbing.

Still, even after the offense, the kids played on with fervor. It is refreshing to see that they don't hold grudges like their adult counterparts. So, on they played in the plastic playhouse, wrestled with the dog, and chucked sticks in my general direction (for the dog, don't you know). lol Oh, that is, until the boys went home, and while I was talking with their mom, DD came out of the play house with her little girl friend's undies. What?! Yup, that's what I said too. Apparently, the little girl had wet, and she took off the undies and gave them to DD because she didn't want to wear them. The girl's mom was a bit embarassed, and I couldn't help but crack up. After all, as I shared with her, at least it wasn't DD doing something like that THIS TIME. lol She's done some rather interesting things in times past.....

After bathing and dinner, playtime and a story about Eeyore, all is quiet. I've been playfully reprimanded for being abnormal, because I walk around the house, brushing my teeth. No, I'm not foaming. Sometimes I just like to scrub my teeth as I watch tv, read, type, etc. I know, I'm weird. But, since there is no changing that part of me, we had better all be resigned to the fact. In the meantime, I'm going to practice my weirdness on my husband, because he secretly likes it anyway. *chuckles*

Tomorrow's blogging topic: When the Truth Hurts