Come on baby light my fire

This diet or the diabetes med or both have created an interesting bodily phenomenon. Toxic burps. I swear I could light them like a redneck lights a fart. Of course, if I do that I would be the white female version of Richard Pryor. So I refrain. Don't want to muss my hair.

Newest weight loss accomplishment - it's casual Friday and I am in my jeans. My jeans which I have not worn for over a freaking year. I only lost .2 this week, but that's ok. I had a rough week food wise and am just happy I didin't gain.

My goal this next week is to start trying new recipes out of all these Weight Watchers cookbooks, throw in some variety.

My American Idol comments - ok, yes, Mandisa's song choice sucked this week and who the hell let that pear shaped woman on stage in horizontal stripes? I am a pear and I know better than letting stripes cross my ass. BUT, she goes and Bucky stays? Please, that's just wrong on so many levels.

And like so many others, who gives a rip if Ace can sing, just let him stand there, or preferably come sit by me, learn the pleasures of an older woman.

Amazing Race moved to Wednesdays at 7, which is cool, because it was on opposite L & O SVU which I never miss. It was making my Tuesday night viewing just too much, with Gilmore Girls and AI already in the mix. Sunday night viewing has gotten tougher, now that the Sopranos are back. I watch it and tape Desperate Housewives and Greys Anatomy. I would prefer to do a Sunday night beauty bath spa kind of thing at 9, but if Greys is new I gotta watch, and then watch DH before bedtime. These are all 3 watercooler shows, so they MUST be viewed before Monday morning. Oy.