Fresh Tart

How fun is the internet for keeping tabs on friends, family, and old boyfriends? It's crazy-fun, for someone nosy like me, I'm still blown away by the ability to find out pretty much whatever I want. And the pics, I do love the pics. Off the top of my head, here's what I pulled up just screwing around for a few minutes:

Left to right: college roomie Cami, friend Shane, cousin Blake, college boyfriend Tony, my dad, my stepmom's niece Farley

Hilarious, seeing all those faces together. Love it.

Tonight is my monthly Baseball Mom's night out. Nathan has played baseball, coached by his dad Carter, for years now. It is so much fun, seeing everyone at the games, that the moms decided to just carry on post-season and get together at McCoy's to chat and drink beer. Good timing, because our fridge is so packed with tasty leftovers - beef short ribs, tomato gratin, crab cakes, braised kale - that John will have no problem putting together a mini-feast for dinner tonight. (No leftover potatoes, we knocked those last night. Darn.)

Good antioxidant consumption today. I make the effort, I really do, to eat lots of fruit and veggies. I do better some days than others (as in all things, ha). Had lots of wild blueberries in my cereal for breakfast; tomatoes, kale, and a few almonds for lunch. Some tea for a mid-afternoon snack. Good start, we'll see how I carry through for dinner - pizza and beer, most likely? Hey, pizza and beer can't be all bad, it ushered me - and everyone I know! - through college in pretty good shape. My god, does anything taste better than after-bar pizza? Mmmm... Good thing McCoy's has tasty pizza, I think I can tell where my appetite is headed tonight, ha.

Get this – no pizza at McCoy’s with the Baseball Moms! Hey, I did my best to suggest that perhaps we should eat something but noooo – too much talking and beer-drinking to be done, no food required. For me that means it was mighty fine company – there are very few things that keep me from eating dinner. So woo hoo for the Baseball Moms: (me), Jennifer, Bobbi, Beth, and Sonja (and several others that couldn’t make it tonight)!

PS John was only just on his way home when I got here, after 9:00 p.m., so I called him on his cell and asked him to stop at McDonald's to pick up a burger and fries for me. Oh no! NOT moderate! But, oh, did it taste good. Wow. Fuck McDonald's for tasting so good. Sigh. 'Night.