I am dressed to exercise and I don't want to. I feel like I need to, mostly because I'm WAY OCD, but also I eat like a cow when I come to Florida. There's always something good to eat. My sister made some White Trash the other day and it is divinely delicious. What is White Trash you say? It's regular M&M's and peanut M&M's, pretzels, and cheerios all stirred into melted white chocolate and then broken up after it hardens. Addictive. I literally cannot have one bite. I almost ate the whole bag yesterday. Hence, exercise is necessary. I've also had some that consists of peanuts, pecans, raisins (none for Ginger-weird non-raisin girl), Rice Chex, Pretzels, and maybe other stuff stirred into melted dark chocolate and then shaken in a bag of powdered sugar. Also addictive. Yesterday I also had Pumpkin Cheesecake (yumm-o) and a piece of chocolate cake. And a burrito. And a bowl of cereal. I'm mentally tallying up calories as I type, almost in a panic. For real, my hands are sweating. Hello food issues.
I also am not wanting to educate my children. School is out down here for the week (extra Hurricane days- go figure) and so I'm feeling lazy. We were supposed to go on a field trip today to a swampy place where there are lots of alligators, but my sister is sick. Maybe we'll go to the park and walk. I'm always a little nervous about this park because it is on the lake that is heavy laden with alligators. No one seems to worry about the alligators here, but I have had nightmares twice since coming down here about the baby not being able to get away from one. I think it is strange that there is such a casual atmosphere about alligators. I'm not sure I like it. I must have lived out of the state too long. I don't ever remember worrying about alligators when I was younger. I probably would've been a nervous wreck if we would have gone to the swampy place. A friend of my sister's lives there with her family in an old cracker house. Her husband works for the state, testing water and surveying the wildlife on the swamp. When the hurricanes went through here a couple years ago, their land flooded and she could hear alligators croaking outside of her window. Um, no thanks.
Well, I should get going. To the alligator park. To run and worry about my children getting eaten by alligators. We'll run fast. Are alligators fast runners?