Sooo many presents, sooo much ham....

Opened Christmas presents yesterday at home & at Grandma’s.  Rhiannon got a lot of stuff, but I managed to keep most of the toys at Grandma’s house.  I had a flash-back & weak moment a few weeks ago & bought Rhiannon a Sit ‘n Spin.  Grandma got her a miniature shopping cart (with play food items) along with a bunch of other things.  The shopping cart won hands-down.  The Sit ‘n Spin is sitting in the middle of the living room.  What is it they say about living through our children?  Come on, who wouldn’t want a Sit ‘n Spin???  Sigh…….

Rhiannon in her Christmas outfit, about to dismantle Grandma's tree

Paul got me what I had asked for; a recipe box.  Doesn’t sound like anything exciting, but I really needed one.  I have all my recipes in a torn up manila file folder, either on stained & yellowed loose leaf or scribbled on the back of a utility bill, old greeting card or post-it note.

Mommy's recipe box doubles as a head rest

I got Paul a straight razor, strop, badger brush & shaving soap.  He started shaving with it but ended up finishing with a safety razor.  Guess it takes practice, but watching him shave with it gave me the heebie-jeebies.

Anyways……I ate waaaaaay too much Honey Baked ham, broccoli salad & polish potato dumplings (which Wally was nice enough to make).  Diet starts tomorrow.  Ha! 

No.  Really.  I’ve got to stop eating like this.  I seriously need to drop 30 pounds this year.  Maybe if I keep blogging about I can guilt myself into losing some weight.  I could join Weight Watchers or Jenny Craig, but I’m not even sure they have such a thing out here.  Maybe I could eat those Lean Cuisine dinners like my sister does (ick, probably not).  Or instead of paying dues to some national weight loss company or forking out dough for crappy frozen dinners I could just hire somebody to follow me around with a baseball bat & whack me upside the head every time I eat a cookie or stuff myself at dinner.

Did somebody have too much candy???

In the meantime I suppose I’ll just have to avoid the refrigerator and all of the leftovers from Mom’s house.  Anyone want to stand guard with a bat for me?