Last night, I made dinner for my family.  A dinner I had never, ever planned on making.  Mostly because Bryan LOVES to make it, and anything that he likes to make, I try to never step in the way of.  Because if he makes it, by God, he will eat it.. and am I not always as lucky when I make something.

Last night, I made pancakes.

But instead of just going for the bronze, oh no, I decided to go for gold.. I made brown sugar and cinnamon pancakes. (But don’t tell Bryan: I used Splenda brown sugar.  Oooh, the sneaky chef was on high-alert last night!)

They were TO DIE FOR.  And now?  Bryan has vowed to never make pancakes again.  Damn my talents.

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I am wearing a wig in the show right now that is a bright red.. a red I used to wear.. and parading around in this wig has made me miss this color.  The problem?  My hairdresser does not like this color.  Or any version thereof.  So she won’t make my head this color.   And really?  I need professional help on this one.  It needs to be a shade of rich chocolate brown with two shades of bright red in there.  And my hair now.. a nondescript blondish red but more blonde.. needs some love.

How do I nicely tell my hairdresser that I’m paying her and to make my head look like this?

(Minus the big ole belly, obvsly.)

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Our two year anniversary is coming up, and I’m thinking we’re going to do a staycation.  For those of you not in the know (because you’re obviously rich), staycations are ALL THE RAGE for people like us who are too poor to travel.  Okay, so not that we’re too poor, but we’re big on EATING and sleeping in places that aren’t too grimy to relax in.

So we’re considering a staycation in our area.  Maybe spending a night or two in a swanky hotel (we have them now! with spas and everything!), a couples massage in said hotel, and a nice dinner sans kid.  What other ideas do y’all have for enjoying a staycation?

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I started Jillian Michaels’ 30 Day Shred Workout on Friday, and let me tell you, I walked oddly for most of the weekend.  SHE KICKS MY ASS.  And it’s really only 20 minutes, but even that flies by.  When you’re not worried about vomiting and/or death, that is.  I also joined with The Fabulous Miss S and others to track our progress.  If you’re interested in joining us, just leave a comment.  We’d be thrilled to invite you to our party.

I would tell you that I woke up the next morning and was magically a size or two smaller, but I’ve given up that notion.  I’ve decided to stop looking for results and just do it for me.  Because, really?  Getting twenty minutes to myself is such a luxury, and I should just bathe in those minutes.  Which I do.  BATHE IN SWEAT.

I’ve also decided to stop putting so much junk in my body.  It hit last week during hell week; after the fourth night of fast food in between work, babysitters, and the theatre, I felt like such a lump of fat.  I felt AWFUL.  Gross, slovenly, and depressed.  Too much junk.  So now that we’re winding down our theatrical tour de force, I’m going to get back to cooking.  And if we’re craving something we’d like to eat out, we’re just going to find a way to make it at home.

(This was spawned by this recipe, courtesy of The Pioneer Woman.)

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Lastly, I made a special effort this week.  I cleansed my reader of stuff I didn’t need to read.

I know that sounds stupid, but I found that I spent too much energy focusing on things that weren’t important or germane to anything in my life.  I found that they wound me up, angered me, and generally caused too much strife.  So?  I unsubscribed.

Guess what?  It feels so much better.

Now I know that if I open my reader, there will only be things in there that I’d want to read.  And I don’t even have the urge to go looking for what I deleted; I rarely have that kind of time anyway.

So do yourself a favor.  Purge.