Friday Night Adventure

Another week - another adventure! Well, maybe not. This week has been a week of failures. I'm looking forward to my line-dancing class (remember 5:15, 5:15, 5:15), but instead I get a telephone call and a note on my front door that the class has been cancelled. Not a good beginning to the week. Wednesday I did manage to get my 'tookus' up and on the bike for a ride. I went for a ride with Dan on Thursday and it even went well, but, that was it for the week.

If failing to exercise was not enough, you won't believe what happens at the Friday night social. Dan and I spent the better part of Friday in Tallahassee, FL looking for a new couch for our Florida/TV room. Dan and I can't agree on what we need in the room - he wants to be comfortable while I want to make sure there is seating for company as well as being comfortable - not an easy thing to accomplish since Dan is 6'4" and I'm 5'7" - and his idea of comfortable and mine aren't the same (anyone say "big man recliner"). Anyway, I finally persuade him we need a beautiful WHITE leather sectional. What about the "two fat daschunds" you might ask - I actually heard myself saying the WHITE leather "would be EASY to keep clean", was I possessed?????

But I digress - I'm suppose to be telling you about the social. Okay, we get home from Tallahassee (after purchasing the WHITE leather sectional) - social starts at 7:30,check the calendar - yep- 7:30. Go to the neighborhood grocery store and buy $12.00 worth of chicken to fix on the grill because I forgot to take something out of the freezer before we left for Tallahassee. I season the chicken and Dan puts it on the grill then proceeds to come in the house and watch TV. (Anyone see where I am going with this story???) After a fair amount of time and Dan making no attempt to go out and check on the chicken I ask (I know this is going to be bad) "What about the chicken, hon?" I can see him start to fume, but (to his credit) he dutifully gets up and goes to check - never mind he is muttering to himself all the way. Thirty seconds later he sheepishly walks back in the house and states that he has completely burned up the chicken - I don't mean slightly blackened - I mean burnt to a crisp. (Oh, by the way, we were within seconds of the grill exploding which probably would have burnt the house down around us.) Okay, I have saved the house, but that doesn't give us anything to take to the social. To the pantry I run - what to fix, what to fix? Canned beans to the rescue - I proceed to dump 4 different kinds of beans into a pot, pull out the spices and 'ta da!' food for the social. 7:15 arrives and we jump in the truck to make the trek down to the community center to meet all our new neighbors (have I mentioned the fact that we have just moved to this community in October?) Okay, so what goes wrong now??? Nothing, except as we walk in with the wonderful pot of beans, everyone else is leaving! The social didn't START at 7:30 it ENDED at 7:30. Now, I am really starting to believe I am time challenged. Not only can I not make it to my line dancing class on time, now I can't get to a social with food involved on time - what is the matter with me? Back home we go with THE pot of beans - Dan eats burnt chicken (he will eat anything!) and beans and I have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. So much for making a great first impression! (Oh, by the way, we cancelled the white leather sectional Saturday morning!)

So what will this week bring? Well, tomorrow I will attempt the line-dancing class again. I will also TRY to make it to the exercise room at the community center sometime during the week. I'll let you know how that goes. As for the diet, well, maybe that will be the topic for next week.