Is it the weekend yet?

Whew! The work week has just begun and I'm already ready for hitting the exit door at work on Friday. This weekend was so jam-packed with activities that I'm was almost glad to go to work and sit at my desk for 9 hours staring at my computer. Then, I actually did it and decided otherwise.

It probably would have been a lot nicer if I wasn't still having excruciating back spasms and stiffness. I'm beginning to think I may have to go against everything I believe and seek out a chiropractor. I'll do almost anything, including risking getting the heebie-jeebies from the thought of someone "adjusting" my spine or neck or whatever. What if it doesn't help? What if I end up paralyzed? Are they even real doctors? Ugh! At this point, I no longer care. I've taken every muscle relaxer, steroid, and pain killer that Wal-Mart pharmacy has and nothing has helped. This pain is killing me and I want it gone.

***** Insert prayers here, please. I'll wait ... *****

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(waiting)

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**** You can say another one. Ya know, just to be safe. ****

Ok, thanks! On to happier thoughts.

The first two rounds of March Madness have officially ended and I stand pretty good in the "Everyone Liz and Nate Know" tournament. I'm in second place right now, with all of my final four picks still safe. Not too shabby for a five minute bracket in between sips of a sugar-free non-fat caramel latte. Especially, since I was grumpy from just discovering that my friendly neighborhood Starbucks no longer supplies the light version of Strawberry Frappuccinos. Darn them! Kansas better go all the way, so I can collect my bracket winnings and buy some Weight Watcher points to afford the full-fat version they still offer. That's how WW points work, right?



Here are the cupcakes I made for the March Madness party we hosted on Saturday night. The orange ones were supposed to be basketballs, but it just didn't happen.

I mean, there's absolutely no reason to be obsessive about it. It's a cupcake. Who cares what color the frosting is. As long as it tastes decent. I mean no one in their right mind would spend more than three seconds fretting over a dinky little cupcake or the fact that the orange was not a Tuscan orange but a rather neon looking orange. Or that the frosting should have been piped with a star tip for texture emphasis complete with chocolate seam stripes perfectly symmetric on each and every little one instead of a big slathered glob of frosting from a tube. It's not like the 17 year old clueless stock boy at Target cared when you frantically demanded that they start selling orange buttercream by the pound 2 hours before the party starts. Get over it people! I am. Can't you tell?


Here is a place setting for my Easter table. Eat your heart out Martha! You know you wish you could have put my 72 cent/person decor in your April issue. Maybe if you would have waited until midnight to put it together with clearance scrapbook paper, empty twig wreaths, and some faux grass, you could have sold more copies this month.


My 6.5 lb. loin. Yeah, that's something you want to have to deal with right after a 7am mass; massaging your loin with freshly minced herbs. It's a good thing I like my family.

It's also a good thing Brooke was otherwise committed for Easter brunch. I'm not sure if I could have kept her out of all of those deviled eggs that she raves about. She loves those thick, yellow goo-filled wonders so. Maybe, if she would have been present for the first Easter lunch I served, she could have reminded me to make more deviled eggs for the Easter dinner I was supposed to attend a few hours later. Would have been quite helpful to avoid the embarrassing phone call to the in-laws inquiring about an alternative assignment to bring, seeing as I completely forgot to make a second batch until it was time to leave. Any one have ideas of what to do with the extra 27 eggs I have on hand now?

Oh, Enid. I warned you against eating all of those Peeps. I mean, I know Jessica's blog has been tempting you all week. But, where's your dignity? And your Christian values?