Today will prove to be an interesting test for my new affirmations. We shall see if I can keep Katie Fantastic afloat this evening. My mother and I have a tradition of watching Dancing with the Stars together. My brother has nicknamed the event, "Dancing with my Mother" as I am not nearly as interested in the show as she is, yet it would be a travesty if I did not watch it with her and demonstrate equal enthusiasm.
You are not aloud to talk during the performances, she repeats everything the judges say, and she shouts out scores like she is a judge and than cackles afterward when her score matches their score paddle. During the commercial break she updates you on the personal lives of the professional dancers. Despite having the show recorded via my DVR, she also becomes noticeably agitated if you try to shorten the experience by skipping through the commercials. Generally, by the end of the evening I have a Dancing with my Mother-sized headache and need to lay down. But the person I feel sorriest for is my husband. He loses control over his mancave for three, sometimes four, hours every Monday night for what he calls, "the gayest show on television!" LOL.
After two weeks of solid ribbing from my brother, I decided to rope him into this evening's shenanigans. Ha ha, won't be so funny when he's stuck on the sofa aside of the Dancing with the Stars correspondent! So tonight I will be entertaining my mother and brother for an evening of "fun." To make matters worse, they schemed to try and convince me to make lasagna for dinner. Knowing my situation, neither one of them wanted to ask, so instead they blamed one another for the request. When I eventually called their bluff and said, "well if you say you are not the one who wants it, it is mom, and mom you say it is not you who wants it, it is my brother, than I guess I can make something healthy for dinner since neither of you are really interested." It was like the bible story where Solomon demands the baby be cut in half to determine its rightful owner. Within seconds my brother proclaimed, "Oh please sister of mine, make that delicious lasagna!"
My plan is to have a small square with some steamed veggies and allow them to take home the leftovers. I already went for a jog this morning and tonight at dinner I will be repeating in my head, "I must embody the woman I wish myself to be!" "I must embody the woman I wish myself to be!" "I must embody the woman I wish myself to be!"
"The trouble with eating Italian food is that five or six days later you're hungry again." -George Miller
You are not aloud to talk during the performances, she repeats everything the judges say, and she shouts out scores like she is a judge and than cackles afterward when her score matches their score paddle. During the commercial break she updates you on the personal lives of the professional dancers. Despite having the show recorded via my DVR, she also becomes noticeably agitated if you try to shorten the experience by skipping through the commercials. Generally, by the end of the evening I have a Dancing with my Mother-sized headache and need to lay down. But the person I feel sorriest for is my husband. He loses control over his mancave for three, sometimes four, hours every Monday night for what he calls, "the gayest show on television!" LOL.
After two weeks of solid ribbing from my brother, I decided to rope him into this evening's shenanigans. Ha ha, won't be so funny when he's stuck on the sofa aside of the Dancing with the Stars correspondent! So tonight I will be entertaining my mother and brother for an evening of "fun." To make matters worse, they schemed to try and convince me to make lasagna for dinner. Knowing my situation, neither one of them wanted to ask, so instead they blamed one another for the request. When I eventually called their bluff and said, "well if you say you are not the one who wants it, it is mom, and mom you say it is not you who wants it, it is my brother, than I guess I can make something healthy for dinner since neither of you are really interested." It was like the bible story where Solomon demands the baby be cut in half to determine its rightful owner. Within seconds my brother proclaimed, "Oh please sister of mine, make that delicious lasagna!"
My plan is to have a small square with some steamed veggies and allow them to take home the leftovers. I already went for a jog this morning and tonight at dinner I will be repeating in my head, "I must embody the woman I wish myself to be!" "I must embody the woman I wish myself to be!" "I must embody the woman I wish myself to be!"
"The trouble with eating Italian food is that five or six days later you're hungry again." -George Miller
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