I am a slave to facebook. And to blogs obviously, and my latest obsession is foodbuzz. I have yet to join the Tweeting community, because I don't think I'm that interesting, if anything I'm pretty predictable. For the heck of it, this is what I would tweet over a couple of hours this morning...
7:40 a.m. the kids are awake, and it's Mike's morning to sleep in, so I've gotta get up.
Coffee, with eggnog creamer? or peppermint mocha? May as well have a Christmas cookie with it.
Get online and check what's new in the world, and the kids.
Hungry, Amazing Grass smoothie with milk, frozen blueberries and peaches.
I'm not going out to get the newspaper, don't feel like navigating the icy driveway in slippers.
Still hungry. Slice of toasted Italian bread with a piece of bacon and melted cheese on top.
Play Cooties with the kids. I want to run this morning, so I stretch as we play.
Put on the Santa Clause 2, put on outdoor running clothes.
Is that freezing rain? Change clothes.
Mike is taking the kids to the mall. I wonder if he's getting me that nail buffer I hinted about.
Go down to the treadmill. Better grab the phone. And the water bottle. And tissues.
1.5 miles in. I have to go to the bathroom.
I wonder if the prime rib we bought for Christmas Eve Dinner is enough for 11 people?
Ooooo Three's Company is on, and it's a Christmas episode.
I think it's interesting that my parents will be spending another holiday together this year, and they've been divorced for 30 years.
Eliza really needs a haircut.
Did I feed the fish?
Oh, Ladder 49 is on, a friend of ours has a small part in this.
I wonder if my brother in law made his Holiday Chex Mix for their party later today.
I should finish reading Have a Little Faith for bookclub so someone else can borrow it.
I think it's terrible that those Navy Seals are being court marshalled.
My hamstring hurts.
My brother is on the phone, need to talk to him so I'll walk for a couple minutes on a high incline.
I can't believe Billy Corgan is dating Jessica Simpson.
That southwest grilled chicken salad was really good last night.
What the heck am I going to get Mike for Christmas?
I'm done with my run, six miles. That makes 17 for the week.
That's enough for now. No big surprises, I love food, running, and television.