Bimlissa, Beef, and Birthdays

Yesterday was a terribly busy day.

Allow me to elaborate.

I woke up and baked the Darn Good Chocolate Cake to go with Chicken Pot Pie for my dearheart friend, Bimlissa, and her family as sort of a "Dang!  You are moving! I will miss you!  Here's some dinner!" meal.

Attention Facebook Friends:  You will be relieved to discover that, even though I was planning on making the cake without the instant pudding mix and just hoping for the best, The Lumberjack got a hankering for ice cream, so he went back to the store for ice cream and instant pudding mix.

Holla, Lumberjack!

Holla!

Interruption:  Would you like to be included in thrilling updates, such as my baking woes?  You can!  Just be a Facebook liker.

Or don't.

I still like you either way.

Anyways.

I crammed all the kids into the tiny, gas-friendly car, sweated like crazy because there is no air conditioning (oh. the. humanity.), and delivered my "Dang!  You are moving! I will miss you!  Here's some dinner!" meal. 

We then spent some time with Bimlissa and company before saying our final goodbyes.

*tear*

I would like to take this time to dedicate a song to Bimlissa:

"And a friend's a friend forever, if the Lord's the Lord of them.  And a friend will not say never . . . "

(Name that Music Artist)

Interruption:  Are you wondering why she is called Bimlissa?  Are you wondering what the point of this blog is?  Are you wondering why you are reading this?

Take heart.

Surely, you are not alone.  I oft wonder the same things myself.

Nextly, I dropped all four of the childrens off with my beloved sister while I ran errands and sweated like crazy in my tiny car.

Then, I went to the doctor. 

Turns out I am a heart attack waiting to happen.

Who knew?!

Ok . . . maybe not that extreme, but my cholesterol is super high and we must now take extreme measures to bring it down.

My doctor said I may not eat any beef.  Ever.  Period.

That is all fine and dandy, seeing as how I prefer chicken, but my husband, in all his handsomeness, purchased an entire COW this winter.

Remember?

Unfortunate, is it not?

I will tell you what else is unfortunate.  I had to move that beef in and out of that darn freezer about 6 times since December, due to my husband needing to move the freezer so often this year.

It was a bad year to buy a cow, Lumberjack.

So, yours truly has to get super strict on the diet and limit all beef and eat only skim/low fat dairy and such.

Goodbye, ice cream!  Goodbye Blizzards! 

I turned 29 and my life is spiraling out of control.

So . . . here is what I am thinking.  When I posted the other day about how I was paying Weight Watchers, yet not following the plan, a few of you commented that you are in similar boats.  My blogging friend, Jaime, suggested a little contest where we sneak our weight loss progress into posts to keep each other accountable.

And, I was thinking if there are others of you out there who would like to participate, that could be kind of fun.  You could either post it in your blog, or post it in a comment.  Let me know if you are interested, and we will work  out the details.  And you don't have to be doing Weight Watchers.

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Finally, on a much lighter and less heart-attackish note, shall we all take a moment to wish "Happy Birthday" to a very special birthday boy?

Yes.  Yes, we shall.

(Name that brother-in-law of mine who is turning 26 on this beautiful, blessed morn)

Happy Thursday!