TOMORROW NEVER COMES.

Monday morning has come around again. Its almost scary sometimes how fast the days seem to fly by. I mean to accomplish so much but it never happens. Slow down days lest you speed me out of this world.

I had a couple of ideas for today's blog but they seemed to not get seeded right in my mind. You know a idea plants itself then grows. No ideas that I tried to plant seemed to take hold enough to go anywhere. So here it is almost five on Monday morning with no seeded plan of any sort.

Yesterday was Fathers Day and I tried to make a special dinner for the Emperor. Nothing turned out right. I over cooked the chicken on the grill, my jello didn't set and I used the wrong kind of cheese for the Broccoli. Instead of a creamy sauce I had clumps of cheese. The Emperor didn't say much about my mess but he didn't eat much either.

I thought I should not make a dessert like cake or pie because you know who would eat the Lions share? That of course would be me. I sat "I" down and we talked how her and I should try a little harder to diet. Now I have been trying these last few months but its not working. Because I am not really sticking to it. My downfall of course is those great little Debbie's. Her problem is the Peanut Butter cookies she loves so. We buy them at Walmart. Peanut Butter between two vanilla cookies. She has them at night, so does "H" but his behind is not growing at rapid speed as hers is. Of course he does not eat as many as she does.

I looked in the full length mirror the other day at myself and realized I was growing back there again. "I" is too. So I got her up on my lap, which she doesn't fit up there very well these days. And I told her that we had to try harder to give up the sweets. She cocked her head as if to say, "You talking to me?" Evening rolled around and I said to myself, "No sweets for either "I" or me. Last night she got upon the couch about eight, she looked at me and barked. Her sign for cookie time. "No I," I said. "No cookies tonight." She barked again, this time a little louder. I thought of Debbie who waited in the kitchen. I thought of her cookies that waited there too. I headed for the kitchen, "I" right behind me. Being thin is over rated anyway, don't you think?

So here it is another day to swear that I will diet. You have heard the old song, "Tomorrow never comes," haven't you? When it comes to dieting for "I" and me that's the way it always works out. But as far as for today I better get on down the road and wrap this up one more time. Hopefully I will catch you later. For now as usual, I'm outta here.