Day 9- Cuatro de Mayo

We celebrated Cinco de mayo a day early and the "cleanse way". (whoopie). Today was day 9 which means for the next three days I have four shakes and one meal a day. (whoopie again). I found that keeping myself occupied and knee-deep in work makes the day go by fast and not enough time to walk by the refrigerator and peek in to see if the food elf dropped a wedding cake on the top shelf- (btw..he didn't- ass wipe) LOL. When I got home from work today, I let the dogs out to "do their business", feed them and go through the mail. I then jumped back in my car and ran errands. You know, shopping could be a bad, bad, thing to keep my mind "focused on the goal at hand"- (at least that's what I am telling Fred if he asked what I went shopping for)- I went to Walgreens, Leslie's Pool & Spa to pick up a hole patch kit (Morgan chewed one of our floaties (my floatie), and the LOFT (my FAVORITE store in the world!)- I saw a cute bracelet last week and no better time to go back and purchase. That's my excuse that is isn't an impulse buy. By the time I got home, I checked email, checked my Facebook and then sat outside by the pool and drank my 4th shake of the day. Fred arrived shortly after downing the pink lemonade happy hour drink of choice and I suggested we ride the Harleys to our favorite mexican restaurant, Correlejos. We love this place- remember me talking about rolling in cheese dip with jalapenos in an earlier blog? This is the place. But it's also the place where I am going to test my cleanse super powers. So we hop on the Hogs and off we go. Again, when I ordered a water, they did a double take-- (I know..so I like my beer--) had to tell them my cleanse story and then I didn't even open the menu. I was afraid I would drool all over the inside of the menu and then they wouldn't let us sit in our favorite booth anymore. "Chicken fajitas with veggies, no tortillas". Wow! I did it!! Of course the owner wants us to come back tomorrow night for Cinco de mayo, but no go for this senorita. I will celebrate in the confines of my homestead visualizing my corona as a pink lemonade shake, hold the "yum". Buenes noches- (Duh...good night in Spanish)

PS: I have to leave you with an email that came across the CDC Parent List Serv today. This is a list serv for moms, dads, family folks (and goobers like me) to talk family/kids stuff-- I subscribe because they do a "Free for all Friday" and people buy and sell everything!! I've got some good deals from this list serv- but sometimes, people post some of the zaniest things...take this email from Jane:

"Ok, I don't think I can handle poop in the underwear anymore. My son will be 3 in a few days and has been wearing underwear for two months. He's doing great at the #1, but the #2 is a different story! He goes to a corner or under a table and poops regardless of the rewards/bribes/or threats. The first time he pooped in his underpants at daycare, they threw the underwear away. After losing 2 pairs in a week (these are expensive devils) and knowing he poops his pants regularly, I stopped them from throwing them away and to just bag them and I would wash them at home. But it gets VERY nasty after sitting in a bag all day, and I am done washing poopie pants- so any suggestions? Thanks- Jane

OK Jane...I have so many things I want to say to you...but I guess I won't bitch or talk about my poop anymore. At least I'm not popping a squat under my desk at work or pulling over on 1-85 with a sock in my hand....enough said. I know....it's a poop thing but it's not about me and I had to share!! Night everyone!!