Mynx

I had a busy little weekend. Saturday I went to Six Flags with the Tran Clan and my cousin Alan. It's been a looong time. They changed the ride names and it's not really divided into Six Countries anymore like I remember. I still loved it, of course, because the sole reason I go to those places aren't for the rides (2 heart surgeries.. no thanks) but for the food. Why is it that every time I go to the State Fair or Six Flags somebody has to make a "You're still eating?!" comment? Who doesn't love junk food? I made an exception to my healthy eating for Six Flags.

Then there was Houston on Monday and Tuesday. Long story short, I am now IV Certified. All I have to do now is wait for my certificate to come in the mail, update my resume, and start applying for hospital work. I made an extended exception to my healthy eating (I refuse to call it a "diet" because the bigger people get offended since I am not fat) for Houston too. While there, Josh and I hit up the Houston Galleria (which, by the way, blows Northpark WAY out of the water) and had dinner at the Cheesecake Factory. I tried their blueberry white chocolate cheesecake for the first time and it was de-lish! My mouth is starting to water.

Annnd the best is always saved for last..

Meet Mynx. I visited her while visiting my friend, Desmond, in Houston. She makes me happy =D

Withdrawal

Right now, more than anything, I want to eat bread. I know that sounds really weird, but Ive been on a diet for like um.. 3 days now (lol), and Im not allowed to eat pastas, breads, and the like. The other day I went to Albertsons and the cashier checking me out asked me if I wanted a fresh, hot loaf of french bread. I have NEVER EVER been asked that at Albertsons. It was all steamy and I could just smell the goodness of it just sitting there looking all yummy. It was really hard to decline. But I did..

Because I am strong.

We all scream for ice cream

One of my favorite things to hear growing up was that musical truck outside of the house. Yup, the ice cream man. And I still do love that sound. But today was a little different..

A couple months ago, Robert and I were at the house when we heard the truck go by. You cant hear the truck go by and NOT run out there like a little 5 year old, so we did. Its so hard to choose just one, but after much thought I ended up with the Watermelon Bomb Pop and he got the Fudge Bomb Pop. We ate them like 5 year old kids too. But..

I shouldve gotten the damn Fudge Bomb Pop.

So for the longest time I kept two dollars on me (if you know me, you know that I rarely ever have any cash on me) because I craved that Fudge Bomb Pop. And for the longest time the ice cream man would not come back. Eventually I spent the money on something else.

To my surprise, while I was taking a nice little nap today, I was woken up by the musical truck. I cant remember the last time I jumped out of bed so fast. But instead of running out the door, I ran to the window to watch the truck go all the way down my street and then turn around and go all the way back until it disappeared. I felt like a disappointed 5 year old girl.

And even acted like one when I went straight to the edge of my bed and sat there to mope.

On a more positive note, this morning I worked out on the elliptical for an hour straight. I left the gym over 500 calories less then when I got there and I felt damn good about it. Maybe this was why I didnt get my Bomb Pop..