Nice try, sport

I heard a little rumor. Apparently Braden told some friends that he was going to say he couldn't get off work to go on vacation with us. And then he was going to have a "house party" while we were away.
Well, today I started my counter strike.
I told him that if he wasnt going, then neither was I. "WHAT?" he said. Incredulous.
I explained that he aaa thecmain reason we go and it he wasn't gong, we'd stay home and save the money!!
A little while later I got a text asking if he could bring a friend. Bwah wah aah!!!

Nothing, buffalo legs, parties, trama and cobblestones.

I don't have much to report, but that's probably a good thing.
Renee and Brighton are here for the weekend...he's such a cutie. And, funny.
My SIL made a workout routine for me this week. I've been doing it faithfully. Still have buffalo legs (Thanks Nag)
We have yet another graduation party to go to today. And it's a double. Till this month is over, we'll probably have put out close to a mortgage payment in graduation cards.
I went bathing suit shopping last night...yuck! I think you should automatically be given flowers and something alcoholic to drink when you try on a bathing suit.
That's about it.
Oh, I'll leave you with this little joke:
Two nuns are riding their bikes through the back streets of Rome. One nun says to the other, "Funny, I've never come this way before." The other nun replies, "I know, it's the cobblestones."

ganache and legs on fire

I'm hosting bookgroup tonight. We read "Room". I loved the book. Good thing I have off today, because I have lots of cooking/cleaning to do. I'm serving Hot Olive and Artichoke dip, Holiday Bacon appetizers and Empanadas. For dessert, Gooey snickerdoodle cake, and Peanut Butter cake with Salted Chocolate Ganuche. I'm also making assorted flavored popcorns to munch on.
My neighbor and I walk every night. Two miles. But, she's been sick, so I've been going by myself. So, I started running a little. Just a little, it's all I can do for now. My legs feel like they're on fire...and you know what? I like it. I've lost about 15 pounds in the last year....not that I'm trying to, I'm just not eating. But, my limbs (and ass) (especially my ass) are saggy. So, I'm trying to tighten them up. I told my sister-in-law "I'm going to turn miserable-ness into fit-ness"
At least that's my plan for this week.

Well, school's out for the summer. Braden's last day was today. Teachers in my building had their last day today too. I work all summer, but started my summer hours today (4 ten hour days, Friday's off).
I still don't feel any different than I did last week, when I posted my drunken post, but I can officially start counting down now. 365 days!
Here's a picture of me, Afro and Susan when we were out Saturday night for Susan's birthday. I hate all pictures of me. Why is that?

Excuse me

This is my first drunken blog post ever. Can you delete a blog post? What if tomorrow I realize I shouldn't have posted this? Who cares.
I went to my neighbors tonight to go for a walk, but instead we drank a couple beers. I really shouldn't drink beer. I have a good time while I'm drinking them, but then I come home and realize how absolutely, incredibly, positively miserable I am. I hate my life. Not all of my life. Just my home life. I live my job. I have a great time there. Laughing, talking, being happy. Then I come home and it's like the air gets sucked out of my lungs. I'm miserable, don't talk, look for any excuse to leave the house, or have Keith leave the house. I don't know if I can take one more minute of this with out losing my mind. I keep telling myself that I only have one more year. One more year till Braden graduates. Then I can leave. Be on my own. I dont know, honestly, if I can make it. I really don't. That makes me feel guilty. Which pisses me off even more. Vicious cycle. I hate me. I don't know who me is. I want to find me. I want to be me.
I don't know what to do.