So here it is, almost 1 AM and I'm not tired. I'm usually in bed by 11:00!
Anyway, since I can't sleep, I thought I'd blog about the last two nights. Friday night I went on a date with my special lady. We went to Longhorn Steakhouse, drove around a bit, then had dessert at Cheesecake Factory. She kept joking that all we do on date night is drive around and have dinner.
In a way she's right. We end up doing that quite a bit on date night. It seems conducive to communication for us. If we're home, we want to watch TV or do housework or be on the computer. If we're at a restaurant, we're always concerned about other people hearing what we're talking about. Not that it's bad stuff, it's just our stuff. Then today, we went to a couple parks, played with Levi, then had dinner at the Plush Pig BBQ on Manchester. Brandy's verdict: "Ehh..." I concur.
Anyway, last night I consumed 4184 calories, over goal by 1672. Yikes! The Mac and Cheese at Longhorn has way more calories than I realized!
Tonight I consumed 3540 calories, 1032 over goal. Yikes! That BBQ place gave me a ton of rib tips! And ice cream has how many calories!?!?!
Anyway, there's my accountability stuff for the weight loss. Tonight I want to get something off my chest and into the nether-regions of cyber space.
What is it with people who gossip? I don't get it. Brandy and I both in the last few weeks have had people try to gossip to us. We try very hard not to gossip.
Pretend with me for a second that I have two friends who are also friends with each other. We'll call them... Uncle Jesse and Bo. Pretend that Uncle Jesse comes up to me and says: "Hey, Josh. Bo was in a car wreck and we should pray for him."
I reply "Oh my gosh! Is he okay?"
Uncle Jesse says "He will be. Now let's pray." We pray for recovery and whatever Bo needs that we don't know about. No gossip.
Pretend the scenario changes a bit.
Uncle Jesse comes up to me and says: "Hey, Josh. Bo was in a car wreck and we should pray for him."
I reply "Oh my gosh! Is he okay?"
Uncle Jesse shakes his head with a sigh. "Well, we're hopin' but you know how he likes to nip at the distillery in the back 40." Gossip.
What makes Uncle Jesse think I'm so stupid that I don't realize if he's gossiping to me about Bo, that he gossips to Daisy about me?!?
So, I'll leave you with this. Are you the first Uncle Jesse, or the second? Would you rather be the first Uncle Jesse or the second? Me, I'll be the first.
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