Cheetos, Pilates and a good looking guy

I have always felt the Cheeto (crunchy not puffy) was probably the perfect snack food. I didn't think one could improve upon afore mentioned perfection -that is until today. Standing in line at the local convenience store bored to tears while a random guy explains to the clerk how the government taxes lottery winnings [breathe], my eyes landed on a bag of Cheetos. But wait, what is different about this little amuse bouche? Jalapenos? Really? Well now, this adds a whole new level of excitement to a once hum drum task of getting gasoline. A Jalapeno flavored Cheeto! Dare I buy a bag? Oh my - while salivating at the thought, every ounce of will power and reason got sucked out of the door when lottery guy left. 'Sall I really need to say about this. Delightful! I plan to buy a truckload of these tasty little morsels. I am proud to type this with orange finger tips and breath of fire.

This morning I bumped up my dreadmill workout and added Pilates. (I de-board the dreadmill prior to starting, however.) No, I cannot go and take a class - I would hate that. I bought a DVD. Strangely enough, I managed to pick out the perfect one. It is set up in a bunch of 10 minutes workouts and you pick and choose what you want to do first, then hit play. Depending on how ambitious you feel you can do upper body, lower body, abs, buns, total body or any combination. This is perfect for me since I have to leave the ab department alone or risk a hernia the size of Nebraska. It also came with those stretchy bands. I think I could find a lot of uses for these around the house, too (if I don't snap my eye out first doing pilates). The "instructor" on the series is also quite likable. Not the annoying bouncy aerobic chic of the '80's... So, I think this will be a cool addition. I like it so far and that is 75% of the battle for me.

I saw a picture on Facebook this morning browsing through one of my "friends" albums. It was of her brother n law, who is a life long friend of Mark's. They went to visit him recently in Florida. It appears this friend has put on about 15 or 20 lbs and he looks fabulous. Then it occurred to me that I think most men look better a skosh past- I'll say "thin or trim" for lack of a better way to say it. Not all men - well maybe all men. I have not met "all men" so that is not a fair statement. But, really. Yeah. You heard it here guys - a skosh past trim, please. That's all I got to say about that, too.

There you have my earth shattering mind melds of today. I might have to start making things up about what I have been doing in my life. I so have nothing to report! Well, that is not entirely true. I thought the Cheeto was far more tantalizing than the massive wood burning project I am wrapped up in. Pilates seemed more interesting than my weirdest day at work so far and good looking men seemed much more thought provoking than my weekend with Mark's family. But - that will come another day.