Anna Skamarakas

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Somehow, I got a link to go and sign up for Betty Crocker’s new 80 calorie Pouch Potatoes.  Being Irish, it was so hard to turn down free potatoes, so I went and signed up for my free sample.  And then I promptly forgot about it, because it is so rare that those things actually show up.

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Did you know this was going on?  Apparently, the wildly popular with tweens Disney franchise is coming to a big screen near you - and SOON!  I have seen the signs posted in various places - billboards and bus stops - but it wasn’t until I got an email from another mom in Eilis’ school that she had tried to get opening day tickets without luck that I looked into it for my own tween. 

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Last year, Disney came up with a phenomenal concept.  They would recruit a Disney knowledgeable collection of people that would be available to answer vacation planning questions from other folks.  Okay, that may be overly simplified, but that’s basically what it is.  They called it Mickey’s Mom Panel, and to apply for a spot,  you had to submit an essay or answer a question or something.  I did, and after a few weeks, got a thanks but no thanks reply.  My essays were sarcastically funny - evidently not something Disney was looking for, but I had hoped at the time that my essays stood out.

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Well, it was an exciting week for us, if not for Gracie!  She turned 3 on Wednesday and had two birthday celebrations!  When she woke up on Wednesday, we sang before we got ready for school, and she kept saying it wasn’t her birthday it was Eilis’ birthday.  We had Dram and Pop-pop and Nannie come over for a Kentucky Fried Chicken dinner with a little birthday cake, and she blew out the candles, all the while insisting it wasn’t her birthday.

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This is a long time family topic.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9IFeT2oyP0

As a person who has had gastric bypass surgery, I have avoided most BBQ restaurants.  Nothing good can come from a visit to a place who bases it’s reputation on sugar sweetened sauces and pork fat - at least not in terms of the gastrically altered.

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From your nearly as challenged wife

Ciao, Bella

So this is my dad.  My father was a diabetic - a bad diabetic.  He was the kind of diabetic who made root beer floats with real ice cream and diet soda.  He was the kind of diabetic that ate butter on sticky buns, then upped his insulin to help his body compensate.

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