Shall I share with you a little picture of the gift I received from Heather? Oh...I shall.
A couple of things we need to discuss.
Let us commence.
Do you ever find it so surprising when you find that people are reading your blog from your real life? People you would never have thought would read your blog? It's weird and wonderful (if they are friend), and slightly disturbing (if they are foe). But...I like to think about the weird and wonderful ones more than the disturbing ones. It does make me pause for a brief moment of reflection and think of all the things I discuss on here...dangly bits, poopy time, bad shots of my saggy skin. And then I think "Amy...do you perhaps share a weee too much?" And the answer is generally "YES"...but nots to worry lovies. I will probably always be an oversharer. I was born that way.
This weekend we spent several days and nights at Heather's homeland in Defuniak. You know...where I shot a gun and fell on the rocks trying to be a rockstar. WELL, this weekend I did something really gross. And I mean...REALLY GROSS.
I ate fish. And fish gizzard.
Did you know fish had gizzards? Well hell, I didnt. And I don't eat fish. I gave it up somewhere about 2nd grade, when at lunch time, I was eating a fish sandwich in the cafeteria and I saw some silver scale or something in my little fish patty. I called it quits after that. And since then, I have had a violent, some may say irrational, disgust of the fish.
BUT, because I love Heather's cousin Henry (and his wife who is also named Heather), and Henry pressures me into things like fishing, chew, and now fish organs...I manned up and ate.
First. The fish I ate was mullet. Second, I should state that we (and I mean Henry while all of us watched) caught the fish earlier that day. Heather cooked the fish and the gizzards up and I (fresh off a pretty restrictive fill may I remind you) popped that damn gizzard in my mouth and began to chew. And it was CHEWY! I have to tell you that the taste wasnt overwhelmingly vomit inducing, but the fact that it was like chewing rubber did not appeal to me. The fish on the other hand was actually pretty good! I think it was Heather's cooking. But I would try it again for sure.
Meanwhile, it's hotter than Satan's ass here. We went out in the boat and the water must have been a cook 1000 degrees. Yucky.
Work has been crazy busy. I have no internet at home. It rained yesterday. Are all of these valid reasons for being a bad blogger? No? Fine.
Oh yes. My weight. I am still holding at 172. I blame Zara for sassing me about secret weapon (my girlfriend)...but actually...I am to blame. I have been eating a little coo coo lately. It's a wonder that I am still holding at 172. I am not worried though. It will happen.
I am officially almost out of clothes to wear to work. I have gifted some of my 14's to bandsters, and a few of my bigger dresses to a coworker. I am in need of 12's...and so...mama is going shopping this Saturday. I am just going to get a few basics. A pair of slacks, a dress, a pencil skirt, a pair of closed toe heels (mine are too big now and I feel like a four year old walking around in her mom's shoes), and a couple of work tops. OOOH, maybe a pair of workout pants. I will keep you posted on that. It still seems unreal to me that I will be shopping for 12's!
This Friday we are going to the Sugarland concert. I loves me some Sugarland. I have a girl crush on Jennifer Nettles. I told Heather that I was going to make a little paper airplane and soar it on stage confessing my love to Jennifer. Sigh. She didn't understand. But, regardless, we are only 10 rows back and I am excited.
And that's it for this very moment.