Thoughts run through my head through out the day about what I want to share with my blog friends. I just must pick up my new computer and and let it go. My day just isn't complete anymore without putting my thoughts down in my blog. It really is quite satisfying for me to have an outlet for what is rattling around up there. If you don't have a blog, I recommend it to anyone who enjoys journaling. It is a lot easier to type your thoughts on the computer, where you can delete a thought with a flick of a finger, than to hand write and be committed to what comes out of the pen.
Today after church, I gave Michael a choice for our brunch.. Did he want the usual healthy two egg, four whites omelet with all the veggies or biscuits and gravy? I had vowed I would never make him unhealthy biscuits and gravy, his most favorite breakfast, again. I didn't want to be part of defiling his diet and contribute to ruining his health. It had been a long time since I did.
However, I over heard him tell someone that I will never make biscuits and gravy for him.
So I thought I would just leave the choice up to him. And, of course, he chose biscuits and gravy. So we stopped by the grocery store and we bought the sausage. I figured that since we were there, we might as well buy the ingredients for a pizza, too, and go for broke with the diet.
Of course, both items had to be made completely from scratch, so that I could still be in control of what went into them. He enjoyed the biscuits and gravy and I must say that was the best pizza I have ever made. The sauerkraut sprinkled on top made it superb, in my book, thanks to my daughter's introduction.
This afternoon we decided to try our hand on the tennis court with the balls and rackets that my daughter bought for the kids to use when she was here. I must say, it sure was a whole lot easier when I had my little kids shagging the balls than chasing after them myself. I didn't realize what a workout you could get playing tennis.
I would agree about the sauerkraut. I haven't made homemade pizza in 2 years...used to do it pretty regularly. I am inspired to get back to it.
ReplyDeleteNow you need to have the grandkids shagging the balls.