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You know.  About a week going by without some kind of drama going on?  

Look what I saw when I walked in the door:

Yep.  Take a long good look.  That’s fire damage.   Here’s another angle:

Apparently my dear old mother nearly burned the house to the ground.  She was frying corn tortillas for some green chili chicken enchiladas (To die for.  Literally.) and the phone rang.  It was my niece.  Chatty Cathy. …. and they chatted and chatted and chatted, until…

Mom smelled something burning.  She was here alone.  My dad and nephew had gone to town and I was headed home so there was maybe a 10 minute window where she was alone.   That’s all the time she needed.   The flames were shooting across the ceiling like a fan.  It was beautiful and terrifying to see.  On top of that, mom had her oxygen with her, fighting the flames.  With Oxygen.  On her person.  With flames.  You get the gist.  I’m still trying to get that sunk into her head.  Flames and oxygen are not friends.   I think she’s getting that now. 

Sooo.. tomorrow it’s all about insurance adjusters and shysters.  ::sigh::

Mom’s a little shook up but we’ve already got the word out to our millions of relatives and everyone is getting a big kick out of it. 

I need to go back to work to get some rest.  Sheesh.

Well, long weekend.  I lost another pound.  Yay me! 

First of all,  no Bigfoot weekend.   They had to postpone.   It really didn’t hurt my feelings any.  I really don’t want to be a laughing stock.  I’ve only told ya’ll and we know how private the internet is and I know ya’ll won’t tell. 

I didn’t find any Bigfoots?  Bigfeet?  Bigfootsies?   But I did, however,  find some crowsfeet.  A little cream cleared that right up. 

I’m finding the food cravings and food obsession slowly dissipating.   I’m changing my view on food.  I’m looking at it as fuel instead of comfort.   I’m making smart choices that I know will give me energy and improve my health.  

I’m taking this slow on purpose.  I don’t want to lose too fast and end up rolling my skin up and tucking it in my pants.   Ewwww!!!  I just made myself sick.  

A pound a week is perfectly fine with me.  Although, this Dr. Gott diet seems to be slowing things down.   I don’t know if I’m going to stick with it.   I’ll give it a little more time.