Guess what?

I did go back to the grocery store today. That makes 5 trips in 5 days.

We had pork roast, mashed potatoes, & broccoli and cheese. I made the taters with 5lbs of potatoes. They are all gone. I cooked an XXL pork roast–there is a small serving left. Looking for more broccoli and cheese? Good luck. I swear, they have a hollow leg.

Tonight, I sent them out to the bars with fishdog. I hope they have a fantastic time.

Do you know that I didn’t know what bangers and mash were until tonight? True. They are educating me left and right. But the education goes both ways…I’m teaching them how to say “y’all” properly.

Here are my newest children. Aren’t they the cutest things?

This is Grant. He’s from Prestwick, Scotland–which is about 30 mins from Glasgow. He fancies women with an athletic build and can eat a large pizza on his own.

This is Simon. He’s from Birmingham, England–which has a population of about 9 million. He fancies women in general and loves Strawberry Jam sandwiches and Mars bars.

They both love Mountain Dew.

I have been to the grocery store everyday since Saturday. I refuse to go today. Surely they haven’t depleted our food stores again…

I’m not complaining–just laughing. These guys are great. They have become my oldest kids. I thought I was going to be the dirty old woman, ala Gabrielle in Desperate Housewives, but it turns out having these guys stay with us just brought out a stronger mother gene. Kinda disappointing, really. LOL

They call me “Mum” and Grant will occasionally call me Lassie. I love it. It’s awesome.

Last night, we took them to fishdog’s softball game. They hit on all the women. ” ‘ello, I’m Soimon. Wha’s yor name?” “Ah, ye’re a bonny lassie.”

Everytime a ball was pitched they’d yell “Hit it!” and when it was hit they’d yell “Catch it.” “Ah you couldn’t catch a cold!” I heard more than once. And the poor catcher for the other team…”Lassie, you might want te have the mitt looked at. I think it has a hole in it?” “Bobble it again?”

My co-worker Audrey played third base last night. The boys really took to her. “I love you, Audrey!” “Give us a wave, Audrey”

They started the Mexican Wave….it was a wave of two…but they made it look brilliant. Finally, 2 more folks joined in….A wave of four. I’ve never seen anything so grand.

I can’t believe how much I’m going to miss them when they leave. On the other hand, my pocketbook will be relieved.

So, most of you know I’ve been on the great weight-loss and fitness adventure since January. It’s become a part of my life, and though I miss eating vats of cheesedip and drinking massive amounts of high calorie beer, I do feel better.

I took the last four weeks off from exercise (except for gardening) and even though I didn’t eat that much, I didn’t stop myself from eating something if I wanted it…

I managed to still lose weight, so I guess that’s good.

I started walking again Sunday and will make it back to the gym this week as well. I think I sleep better when I exercise, so that’s incentive enough right there.

Anyway, I tell you all this as lead up to what this blog is really about: I can wear my 2nd wedding band again.

I have 2 sapphire and diamond bands that hug my engagement ring. 1 was my wedding band and the other was an anniversary gift. Well, the 2nd one is a half size smaller than the original wedding band–the orginal was actually a little too big. (yeah, back then. LOL) Unfortunately, after I had the #2 child, I continued to gain weight and I had to stop wearing the 2nd band.

I haven’t worn it in 5 years.

So, it felt great putting it on this morning. I don’t know if wearing a size smaller jeans would’ve felt as good as slipping that ring on my finger did…

Okay, yeah, smaller jeans would feel pretty damn good. Watch out Nicole Richie…before you know it, I’ll be another member of the bobble-head family. *snort*

Well, a question for the 5 (okay, 6) people who regularly read my blog…

any lurkers out there, chime in–I’m curious about this.

I found out today I’ve been “grammatically incorrect” my whole life. Apparently a phrase I’ve grown up saying (no, I’m not talking about “fixin’ to” which I rarely ever say anymore) is a colloquialism and that it is incorrect.

Funny thing is, I’ve never, ever, in my entire 37 years heard the “correct phrase” until today.

So, I’m curious. Which way do you say it?

I broke the vase on accident.

I broke the vase by accident.

I’m seriously curious about this. So chime in…please.