Cory lost 1 pound.

Any ideas on how he lost that one pound?

Anyone? Anyone?

We joined Weight Watchers last week, in order to do something about our weight. For the past week, we have both been counting our points and journaling daily. Tonight, was our second meeting. I stepped on the scale and found out that I had lost 2.4 pounds. Cory stepped on the scale. The woman who was checking him was writing down all his info (at that point, he had lost 2.8 pounds). “Wait,” he exclaimed, “Last week I wasn’t weighed with my keys, phone, and wallet.” As he was removing the large amount of personal effects from his pocket, she commented that sometimes it makes a difference. As she looked at the scale, she did a double take. The difference was a whole pound.

The moral of the story is that if Cory is talking to you about how he isn’t loosing enough weight, please remind him to empty his pockets before he steps on the scale.

Tunics R’us

This weekend, I am going to go to my first SCA event. Cory is going along for moral support, plus he is very excited about the archery that is going to be there. I made Cory and myself tunics. They took from about 3 or 4 hours to complete.

I am tired now. I should be asleep. BUT… I am proud of myself for sewing for the first time in approximately 359 days. I’ll post pictures next week of us in our costumes.

Updating His Favorite Blog…

I do love this guy.
He is so funny, smart, caring, and all that jazz.

After his soccer game, he was surfing the internet. He turned, looked at me, and said, “It’s been a long time, since my favorite blog has been updated.” So, here’s the update for him:  one of my favorite pictures of him (I’m still working on the epic camping blog entry).

So what’s the story behind this picture?  Well, last summer we went to the beach with Cory’s Dad and Alison. One night, Cory and I volunteered to cook dinner. I thought that BBQ chicken, salad, and chocolate lava cakes with raspberries would be an easy menu. Cory went along with me on this. I let him do the BBQ because he’s the one who does it on our grill at home. My brilliant idea didn’t take into account that the grill at the rental was close to four times the size our little 12 inch one. Also, the fact that instead of four or five pieces of chicken he was barbecuing close to 30. There was a lot of smoke involved, Cory was slightly overwhelmed by the task and peeved with me. (Another reason, why I love him because he goes a long with my loftier ideas but tends to keep me more on the ground.) His dad kept on wandering by him and offering words of encouragement. He came into the kitchen later and said that he wanted to help but was at a loss of what else to do, so he figured he would offer moral support. The other half of the cooking experience was a lot of laughs, as Cory was being extremely silly and pretending to order things from the “drive through” (the grill was right outside the kitchen window, which was wide open.)

You just have to love someone who can always make you smile. Plus, he’s pretty cute to boot.

So, that’s his favorite blog updated.

I love you, Cory!

The Good, the Bad, and the Punly…

I got this in an email. It is definitely worth passing on, so enjoy. 

1. Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married. The ceremony wasn’t much, but the reception was excellent.
2. A jumper cable walks into a bar. The bartender says, “I’ll serve you, but don’t start anything.”
3. Two peanuts walk into a bar, and one was a salted.
4. A dyslexic man walked into a bra.
5. A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm and says: “A beer please, and one for the road.”
6. Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other: “Does this taste funny to you?”
7. Doc, I can’t stop singing “The Green, Green Grass of Home!” That sounds like Tom Jones Syndrome. Is it common? Well, “It’s Not Unusual.”
8. Two cows are standing next to each other in a field. Daisy says to Dolly, “I was artificially inseminated this morning.” “I don’t believe you,” says Dolly. “It’s true, no bull!” exclaimed Daisy.
9. An invisible man marries an invisible woman. The kids are nothing to look at either.
10. Deja Moo: The feeling that you’ve heard this bull before.
11. I went to buy some camouflage trousers the other day but I couldn’t find any.
12. A man woke up in a hospital after a serious accident. He shouted, “Doctor, doctor, I can’t feel my legs!” The doctor replied, “I know you can’t – I’ve cut off your arms!”
13. I went to a seafood disco last week…and pulled a mussel.
14. What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh.
15. Two fish swim into a concrete wall. The one turns to the other and says “Dam!”.
16. Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft. Unsurprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can’t have your kayak and heat it too.
17. A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse. “But why”, they asked, as they moved off. “Because”, he said, “I can’t stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer.”
18. A woman has twins and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family in Egypt and is named “Ahmal.” The other goes to a family in Spain; they name him “Juan”. Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds, “They’re twins! If you’ve seen Juan, you’ve seen Ahmal.”
19. Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him (this is so bad, it’s good!)……………………… a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
20. And finally, there was the person who sent twenty different puns to her friends, with the hope that at least ten of the puns would make them laugh. No pun in ten did.

Kill the kitty?

Yes, this one.

I don’t really want to kill her… But when a person looks forward to sleeping in on the weekend and having a bed all to themselves. There is a lot of pleasurable anticipation built-up.

Reality hit at 6:30 am on Saturday. When she decided to meow, non-stop til 8:00 am. It’s kind of hard to sleep through her meows because she’s loud and determined.

In psychoanalyzing my cat, I believe she was meowing and carrying on to let me know that she wanted Cory to be there also. (Which would have been kind of hard to accommodate her because of him being out of state at the time.) In the mornings, she doesn’t like either one of us to be out of her sight for the first fifteen minutes that both of us are awake. The usual routine is she meows and one of us wakes up and acknowledges her presence by petting her.

After a co-worker heard the story. Their comment was “Ear plugs.” I’ll seriously consider it next time, I get the bed to myself.

Playing at the Park

Last Monday, the weather here was wonderful. At 5 o’clock it was around 79 degrees. Cory and I decided to go out and play at the Col. Sanders Park located in our neighborhood. The next fifteen minutes were spent locating shorts, flip flops, and toys to take to the park.

 

Toys for Cory translates into as many juggling items as he can cramp into his pockets and that he can carry. I just carried the latest knitting project, pattern, and camera.

The weather was perfect. On the baseball diamond, there was a game of kickball going on. Underneath one of the trees there was a group of 10 to 12 people doing Tai chi to music played by some random dude plucking away on his guitar. Then spread through out the rest of the park were people just hanging out enjoying the weather.

I ended up playing around with Cory’s acrylic contact juggling ball. Below is my favorite picture that I shot. It was amazing to see the image reflected.

Bowling…

So for work I was able to take my group bowling. I thought that since I’ve been playing Wii Bowling my real life score would be improved. Yeah… I found out that it doesn’t quite work that way. My first game was a whooping 52 points. The second game I definitely improved for a score of 95 points. To quote a client, a woman in her sixties, “The old lady won!”

 

I guess for awhile, I will only see scores like these on the TV screen.

I was in third place that game.

 

Hello, My Name is Edwiin

On Saturday, Debbie, Cory & I headed out to do some shopping. While on the way to the the mall, Cory and I were talking about how he has kind of given up on getting a Wii. (Little did he know what fate had in store for him a shipment of Wii was going to be at a local store the very next day.)

SoSunday, Cory headed out to the mall about an hour before the store opened to wait in line for the system. He was victorious. It turns out that a shipment of 16 Wiis had been delivered to EB Games and he was 5th in line. Yippee!

Cory sat up the Wii, which got the name Edwiin. He’s awesome. Edwiin the Wii.. Not Cory… Well, he’s got his good points too. Did I mention that he bought me Super Paper Mario? That’s how he has hooked me into his nefarious plan to play the Wii and agree to getting one. Very sneaky.

Since, we’ve been home our time spent playing Edwiin has been pretty equally divided. Cory, just needs to wait until I’m cranky one night. No way, I am going to share then. *grin*

P.S. If you want to come over and play Edwiin you are welcome to.