Tupperware, Pirates and Guilt.

Friday night I went to my first and last pampered chef party. We ate Cheese and drank wine while watching a lady make white veggie pizza with so many different gadgets they wouldn't fit on her presentation table. After a few choice jokes about ordering Domino's we settled down and watched the "show". The gadgets were pretty cool but all I kept thinking was how on earth will I fit them all in the dishwasher? Now if they could come up with one gadget to chop, dice and slice everything, I'll buy it. I did end up placing an order for a jar opener, I have an extremely weak grip and a veggie chopper, I'm not much of a cook but I really love to make pasta sauces, dips, dressing, spreads and salsa. There is always a big bowl of homemade salsa in our frig, this chopper looked great for dicing all those veggies. Which can take most of my Sunday by hand.

Saturday night I went to my first Pirate party called the "South Jersey Ghost Research annual Buccaneers ball"... I found a really nice costume which cost so much I may need to have a Halloween party to justify the cost of it. The party was so much fun... dancing, singing, water fights, tons of food... these ghost folks sure do no how to party.

On a sad but upfront and honest note... I smoked. I know, I know this is horrible! I spent the day Sunday beating myself up and anyone who got in my way. There is nothing anyone can say that will top the guilt I feel already, so go easy on me. I left the pack at the party and resumed the effort, that's the least I can do. In the past I have been so tormented about failing that I just went back to smoking, I can't do that this time, so I won't.