Happy happy to us

I got such a kick out of my student yesterday. We are working on the present continuous right now (am/is/are + verbing) and we were doing this exercise where he had to choose a verb from a small list to fit into a series of sentences with blanks in them. So the sentence he had was "Excuse me, you ___________ on my foot." Guess which verb he decided to put into the blank. I about died laughing as he read it out with the present continuous of the verb come. He was supposed to choose the verb "stand" of course. Good times.

It's sad that I'm almost finished with him. However, he is really trying to get the government to pony up more money for more hours, so maybe I'll be with him longer than anticipated. This is probably a good thing as I just found out that one of our major clients didn't renew the contracts for this session. Although yesterday I got a good lead on working at another college so everything will probably work out. It usually does so I just have to remember that instead of choosing to feel panicky. Because most of our feelings are based on our choice. Like good old Abe said, most people are as happy as they decide to be.

What else? Oh yeah, it's our anniversary (of meeting, not marrying) today and I even remembered. 16 years ago Serge and I met at a Hong Kong nightclub. If it's not raining later, I'm gonna take him over to the botanical garden for their little jazz happy hour they do and then barbeque up some filet mignon for dinner. This will bust my diet but oh well. Oh yeah, I haven't mentioned the diet. I have never dieted to lose weight since I've always been skinny. When I quit smoking I promised myself that I wouldn't worry about anything else, such as weight gain, for at least a year after quitting. Well that one year was up in July. It's been one week now on the diet and I'm down 4 pounds. I don't know if that's good or not. My plan is pretty basic. Eat less. I have just been making sure I don't go over 3000 calories in one day. I was able to do that every day except one, last Sunday, when we went out to breakfast and later in the evening I caved and had a bowl of ice cream with hot fudge and cherries. The thing that has most horrified me is seeing how many calories (and salt) there is in a slice of bread. I had no idea.