The Walking Wounded

I've been doing a lot of talking to myself lately ("OW! Not again CR.") mainly because I've been doing some, well, let's just say it's my way of doing things, mostly self-inflicted.

You all know about the rugburn on my forehead, but I just want to let you in on some background info. so that you can understand me better. That wasn't the first place that I got a horrible rug burn this past year. Somehow (don't ask me how), I managed to get rug burn on my left foot just below where my big toe is. I was a bit pre-occupied at the time and don't really remember how it took place. Let's just say it was worth it.

I also managed to recently burn myself on my left hip. That burn, actually two, happened because I wanted to wear a skirt and it was wrinkled. Since the iron and ironing board are in my room, there's no reason for me to be wearing anything while I'm ironing my clothes for the day... except for the possibility of brushing the iron up against me.

You might think that it's a mistake most anyone could make, but I've already done it once before. That time I was ironing a shirt and managed to burn a line across my stomach. It was a long time ago, so long ago the burn has already completely faded from my skin unlike the two on my hip.

Now, let's get to this past Friday. Things were hectic. When aren't they right before Shabbos? Anyway, I managed to burn my the top of my left hand where it meets my wrist. I was reaching for the pan of chicken and there you go CR has done it again.

Don't worry I've been staying away from ovens, irons, rugs, and just in case even knives this week. But Shabbos is coming up so wish me luck on Thursday night, and don't worry too much. I'm going to get a new aloe plant tomorrow.

fitness update: I've lost a total of 13 lbs. and have gone down a size very close to two sizes. I've been walking/running for about 35 minutes a day and I'm trying to get up to 10,000 steps a day.

Peaches

I enjoy eating. Yes, I know most people do. I also like almost every food out there, and I'm willing to try just about everything once.

We have a rule in our family that you have to at least try it. If you don't like it you don't have to finish it. DB has discovered many foods that he likes because of this rule. The flip side is that I have had to try Slurpees with every flavor mixed together. Ugh! It tastes worse than cough medicine. I've also had to try DB's creations in the kitchen which is why he is learning to cook... some of those creations were horrible and that's an understatement. I think he came up with them just so he could see the faces I make when I put them in my mouth.

DB will eat just about anything I serve him. He's not a chicken fingers and french fries only kid. He likes fish (no, not just fish sticks), steak, veal, vegetables and fruit, but he doesn't like peaches. I'm to blame. Peaches are just too fuzzy for me. Oh! I forgot about raisins. They remind me of bugs and I just don't eat them mixed in foods. I will eat them out of the box though.

We both love frozen blueberries and Pink Lady apples. And the fact that he's my kid means that chocolate is a favorite food group. Just don't serve us a peach pie with raisins.