One Fish, Two Fish, What's Wrong With This Fish...

How bad is it when my longtime co-host, J.R., runs circles around my blog? Did he make some sort of New Year's resolution?!?!? I've been publicly shamed again...this time without a microphone.

To quickly catch up on stuff through the holidays, Santa followed through on his threat, I mean promise, and brought our son a fish. Actually,he brought a school of fish. Fish #1, was delivered early, allowing him to acclimate to his new surroundings. For the next two days, all he did was huddle in the back of the tank. A second fish was brought in for companionship. It also nervously swam behind the tank filter, afraid to float more than a millimeter from the twitching fin of fish #1. So on Christmas Eve, Mrs. Claus searched for knowledge---on the Internet. As it turns out, tetra fish are insecure. Yes, you read that correctly. Just as high school girls travel in packs to get from the lunch table to the restroom, tetra fish must travel in schools of six or eight in order to FEEL SECURE! Do they think they look fat in their tank? Are they being blasted by bullies on myspace? These are questions asked by the "inside voice" of Mrs. Claus, as I...I mean SHE, hustled her butt to Wal Mart Christmas Eve to find more 'friends' for the two fragile egos currently residing in our son's fish tank. Now, fast forward to the present, where a happy, self fulfilled, school of tetras reside on our son's bookcase; Each and every day they make my son giggle,and in turn, he fills them with pride...and fish flakes.


In other happenings, we've had news that's made us both happy and sad. Thanks to you, our morning show had a very good "report card" in the fall (ratings)and like a school of tetras in a toddler's tank, we couldn't be more proud. Our other news is, as you probably now know, our co-host Bubba left in December to host his own show. Some say it was because there wasn't enough money in the pre-nup...no wait,wrong story. Other say he left because he went crazy and police had to extract him from his Malibu bathroom wearing only a bee suit...no wait, that's not right either. The real story is that J.R. and I will miss him and wish him the best...just not better than us. :)


Doing a diet this January? I advise against it. As a Chewing-American, I really have resentment over the fact that I now have self imposed daily limits on mastication. Here's way too much information for you. I had a baby...lost all of the weight PLUS 10 pounds through the magic metabolism of breastfeeding. At 10 months,baby moved on to mostly food and formula, but my food intake chugged right along at the same 'making milk' pace. Bad things happened and now, here I am, not chewing. Since the first of the year, I've lost six pounds. Because experts say you have greater success with weight loss when you're joined by a buddy, I've enlisted my mother. I guess that makes me a second generation Chewing-American..and at this point, I would love the chance to eat any of the food that other native born Chewing Americans won't eat.

If you're also on a fitness quest, pass along a post...I'd love to hear you not chewing.

Talk to you soon & enjoy that flavored water,
Kate