Cruisin' Together

I love Enterprise Rent A Car. You can always count on excellent selection and service. For me, it was either a Kia Spectra or a Chrysler PT Cruiser. When the guy told me my choices, I laughed out loud and said, "Oh Gee." Haha. Then I considered how much Matt hates PT Cruisers and the decision was easy. "What the heck," I said, "I'll take the PT Cruiser." And there you have it. My car, which was recently hit while parked, should be out of the shop in a few days.

consumer reports

1. A "Frosty Shake" from Wendy's. Tonight I ordered a chocolate frosty shake for the first time. Can I just say, "UGHHHHHH that's NAAAAASTYYYY." I think they thought I said a copper frosty shake, because that's what it tasted like. Blend some pennies and milk together and put a cherry on top, and that's what a Frosty Shake from Wendy's tastes like. I kid you not. $2.59 down the drain.

2. A latte with protein from Starbucks. I must admit that I haven't actually consumed this product. The reason is that just thinking about it gives me a stomach ache. Two words came to my mind the first time I saw this product on the menu: farty and bloated, just like Mugatu. I didn't even try the free sample.

3. The ipod shuffle. I like it! It falls short in only one way: it hasn't motivated me to go to the gym yet.

matt: an incredible dancer

One thing you wouldn't expect about Matt is that he can truly shake it. For two nights in a row now, I have been trying very hard to get Matt dancing on camera. He hates it. He says that I am treating him like a zoo animal. (You decide.)

So one way I tried to get him to dance was by playing the Michael Jackson song, "Rock With You." This was actually a very good decision on my part because not only was it next to impossible for Matt to resist dancing, but he also had to resist singing. He took the easy way out and crawled into the bed, where I know that he was secretly tapping his foot to the beat.

Not sure if you know this, but Matt sings like a Backstreet Boy. Truthfully, I don't have words to describe what it sounds like when Matt sings, but rest assured, I am working AROUND the clock to get it recorded for you.

The first time that I demanded that Matt dance on camera his response was, "My dancing is not for the world to see." I must respectfully disagree.

I had big plans to show you a couple of my attempts so far because they are hilarious. Unfortunately, my computer is not cooperating, and I am tired.

News on other fronts? Hurricane Ike is headed for Central Texas. Not sure if Matt is excited or concerned, but one thing is for sure... he's LOVING the weather drama.

oh and one more thing on the stomach virus

I forgot to tell you that Matt caught the stomach virus, too. Now last Tuesday, Matt tipped the scale at a whopping 172.5 pounds. This is the most he has weighed since we've been married. I was so happy for him! Then came the virus. By Friday he had reached an all time low since we've been married, barely weighing in at 159.

what happens when Leah eats donuts

I love donuts. I love all sweets, actually. (Which is why I've had like 1000 cavities, but that's another story.) When I was in high school, I could DOWN me some donuts. :) I'm talking like 5, possibly more.

So I knew I was getting old when this stopped being enjoyable. I remember very clearly the first time I felt terrible after a donut binge. Matt and I were in our first apartment, and it was a Saturday morning. We went to HEB to pick up breakfast because, as usual, there was nothing in the pantry.

Matt's choice? A bagel and orange juice. Leah's breakfast of champions? Two donuts and chocolate milk. So we get home, and (as is also custom) I started and finished eating before Matt sat down at the table. (He still doesn't understand...when it's time to eat, there is NO TARRYING!)

Now I am not quite sure why, but in like 5 minutes I passed out- asleep. It must have been that my old body could no longer handle the sudden spike in blood sugar levels. I got back in bed before Matt had ever started his breakfast, and I was there for a good two or three hours. I thought this was going to be an isolated instance, but after several occasions of having sweets for breakfast, I realized that I could no longer do it and expect to stay awake.

Now in my old age, the sweetest thing I can have for breakfast is high fiber cereal. Okay, but I'm getting off topic. You see, I still haven't learned my lesson completely.

Last Wednesday night I, for some reason, decided to go to Krispy Kreme for dinner. I had two donuts (one was free) and regular milk (instead of chocolate). Let me just say that I don't think my body was made to digest those babies...

Wednesday night was the beginning of a long, drawn out stomach virus and illness that I never ever want to repeat. (You thought I hadn't blogged because I was busy, but actually, I was sick.) And although the virus and the fever probably didn't have much to do with Krispy Kreme at all, I am temporarily cured of my lifelong love affair with donuts.

Shout out to Rachael, my fellow donut lover, who inspired this awesome blog post.