Bad To The Bone

Oh, I am SO bad, and I love it.

Today is cheesecake day. Triple Chocolate Cheesecake Day.

You see, I didn't lose any weight this week for my weightloss team, so I, being competitive, had to come up with some brilliant way to not let my team down. That's when the idea came (from heaven, I do imagine) to sabotage the other weightloss teams. If you can't out run your enemy, at least you can outsmart them. Enter cheesecake.

I couldn't think of anything that had more calories and fat than my Triple Chocolate Cheesecake, so that made the choice obvious. Bake a few cheesecakes, deliver them to the other weightloss teams and watch the scales go up; that's the plan. Who knows if anyone will eat the cheesecake; perhaps it will be thrown in the trash. But that's okay. I've missed having the time to bake things and give them away. I like to do that, and this is an opportunity to fulfill that missed portion of my meager existence.

In other news, a meeting with foster dd's teacher was encouraging. Inside dd's folder she wrote, "I love my foster Mom." I never would have guessed that, so to see it written in a black Crayola marker on a purple piece of construction paper alongside a doggie really touched my heart. I needed that at this point in time. She has fanned my flame for fostering; so much of it is thankless work. Stressful work. Tiring work. And yet, one little life has been touched and my heart has been blessed. And that is what it's all about: loving kids who don't deserve the crap they've been given. Crap on a stick. Crap in a lunch bag. Crap in a can. Crap to go. Kids don't deserve crap!!! (I'm thinking of pitching that slogan to Health and Welfare the next time I'm in.)

I'd better go tame my hair before my next stint of running all over town like the crazy woman I am. Tame the fro, sister; tame the fro! Natural curl: blessing or curse?

Where'd I put my Hair Glue?......