Then it all Went to Pot

What does that even mean? I do not know, but since we were all sick and my deep blogging desires went down the toilet along with a lot of other things, it seems apt.

We all had the stomach flu over here. First Maggie, poor thing. Then me, then Atticus, then his poor mother who happened to be visiting. Maggie seemed confused that she was pooping so much; it was her first experience with diarrhea. Thanks to lots of Pedialyte and a day off (Thanks, MLK!) for Atticus, we’re all back to normal.

Last Monday I had an article at IGNITUM TODAY, which I forgot to post because I was too busy puking and whining taking care of my family. I wrote about my disordered relationship with food, and some spiritual insights I’ve gained from trying to get ordered. You can read about how french fries do not love me. I don’t love them anymore, but I might still have a crush.

Look at them, mocking me.

I’m in the market for some new cookbooks. So, please tell me which ones you love! I have a few on my list to check out at Barnes and Noble before buying for significantly less money on Amazon.

This one

This one

And this one

I am a cookbook snob. It must have pictures and it must be hardbound so it fits in my awesome cookbook-holder-open-thing.

What’s your favorite cookbook? Does it meet my criteria? If so, please share!

Friends, I am less than one week away from being a Lifetime Member of Weight Watchers! Almost six weeks ago I reached my goal weight, and this Saturday, as long as I’m still there, I’ll be Lifetime! Which means, other than feeling awesome and wearing skinny jeans, I’ll be able to attend meetings and use the online tracker for FREE for as long as I maintain my weight. Excellent. I LOVE free. I’m also pretty smitten with Weight Watchers. Of course I’ll have to stop doing it the next time I get pregnant, which will hopefully be sometime this year, but in the meantime, I will enjoy my free Lifetime Membership, which I can then pick right back up with after having a baby.

And I mean, dang, look at her!

That’s all I really have. But let me end with the trailer for Red Tails, a George Lucas film based on the Tuskeegee Airmen in WWII. It looks so, so good.

Go see it and support George Lucas, who spent 90 MILLION dollars of his OWN money to make the film, because no production company wanted to do a film with an all black cast. I know what we’re doing for next week’s date night!

Hope you’re all doing well and I pray God spares you the dire, dire stomach flu.