Well, this past weekend was a total bust. Two and a half days of my life that I can't get back thanks to The Blizzard of 2013 otherwise known as Nemo. By the way, when has a snow storm ever had a name and what kind of name is Nemo anyway? I think it's a pretty lame name for a snow storm. I digress.
Spending Friday evening into Sunday evening without heat and electric was not a good time. Not being able to cook a decent filling meal, we spent the weekend snacking on anything and everything around. Sometimes because of hunger but most times because of boredom. Yes, I blew it....chips, M&M's and honestly, I can't even remember what else. I ate whatever was around. I did have a few bannana's that's good right?
The storm closed every store and business in the area but lucky for us we were able to find a pizza place open. One Horse Saloon in Swansea. Thank God! I wanted real food. We walked in to order and they started by saying they were out of Pizza. A little comical but that's ok because we just wanted sandwiches.
I was never so happy to eat a sandwich in my life. This past weekend I learned that I was born in the right era because I would never have made it in colonial times. I also learned that in an emergency I would really have to learn how to ration my portions. I should have only ate half a sandwich instead of the whole thing...just in case. I took my chances.
It's a new day...we start over and get back on track. Keep moving forward. As a good friend said to me...The good thing is there's always a tomorrow.
The old me would have turned the weekend eating fest into a year long event. Today I just start a new. Here we go.....
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