Break Up Letter

Dear Beloved Pepsi,

You have been my best friend since childhood.  Thank you for comforting me when I was down, and for that tingly feeling that I get when I take a sip.  You've been good to me, however its just not working out between us.

You're making me fat, and giving me high blood pressure, rotting my teeth, and keeping me awake at night and sleepy in the morning.  Regretfully, we'll have to part ways.  I will miss you.... but only for awhile.  If you're sad, don't be... remember, it's not you..... it's me.

Remember Me Always,

Carrie

Day number 6 down!!  Almost an entire week Pepsi free.  I should say... soda free.  I only had a couple close calls but never gave in!  go me!  I even walked out of Wendy's today with a great big LEMONADE!!  Typically I would go out of my way to find a Wendy's because they have the LARGEST large drink EVER.... but I felt good sipping on my lemonade instead.

and now... off to Walmart to get some suspenders for Kyle.  He is playing Steve Erkle in a day camp skit.  This should be quite interesting......... Perhaps a story for another blog?  we'll see.

Potty Talk.

There is a misconception out there that ALL little boys like to talk about bowel and flatulence at the dinner table.

Well, maybe it’s not a misconception…

We had a wonderful Memorial Day, just relaxing and cooking hamburgers, corn on the cobb, and baked potatoes all on the grill.  I brought it inside and placed it on the dining room table for a formal dinner.

We seldom sit in the dining room for dinner, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have regular family dinners!  We just typically stand around the island in the kitchen talking and eating.  Weird?...yes, but its us. 

This time we sat down and passed the food around like the Clevers, when somehow Braden’s corn on the cob reminded him that he needed to tell me that the other day, Zyan had a poop bigger than a corn on the cobb.

Before I could compose myself to reprimand, it turned into an all-out war at the table over who has had the longest poop EVER, and what their poop would look like when they finished this big meal.

The more they talked, the more I couldn’t speak… and the laughter turned to a silent whisper, I almost choked on my own food and had to excuse myself.

We had a conversation about potty talk at the table afterward, but unfortunately they now feel that if they team up and make us laugh hard enough, they can get away with anything.  

It's going to take some time to recover from that one.