Who's a Fat Bastard - Knockwurst with hot mustard

September 3, 2014

     Woo hoo, I feel like I won the lottery! Well, at least a small poker pot. I have been in a diabetes drug study for three years. Every three months I have an appointment where they suck my blood weigh me and take all my vitals. My blood pressure averaged at 128/89. For me, great numbers. My blood sugar was 5.2 and my weight was 291 lbs. I feel great. I have had issues with my blood sugar but since I eliminated the big four carbs, bread, pasta, potato and rice, my blood sugar has been remarkably consistent. I seem to be stuck right around 290 lbs. I can tell that my body shape is definitely changing by the way my clothes fit and the way I feel. I will continue what I'm doing and let it be what it will be. As long as I keep feeling like this I'm not going to get hung up on the numbers. It's 11 am and Lisa is just getting up for work. She didn't get home until 2:30 am. This is her Friday night though. She always works Monday-Wednesday. With the holiday Monday...Woo Hoo, two day work week. If the sun comes out, golf this week.
     Time for my workout
1000 Four Stair Stretches

200 One Stair Steps

And 180 Belly Crunches

As I was setting up the Netflix on my tablet to watch another episode of Suits when It flashed an email at me. I have a mailing address in Sumas and Momma Lee's new cushion was in. I skipped the Iron Maiden took the dogs for a Momma Lee visit. My brother in law Peter was there to have lunch with his Mom. I had bought Momma Lee fare savers for transit. She uses them to bring Peter to her place on the Handidart. I took Elvis and Nutmeg for a quick walk at Como Lake. As soon as the Poop Fairy showed up we were gone. This is weird but it has always been this way. Elvis finds a spot to drop a dog bomb and within a minute and within twenty feet of said dog bomb Nutmeg drops one too. Sort of like Canine synchronized pooping. I considered taking them with me. Then I had a vision of all five pounds of Elvis throwing himself at the Border guard, all the while barking his head off. He's not good with authority! Wonder where he picked that up? I'll tell you where... from Lisa. It's hard to believe, but that sweet little woman is a Scofflaw! I mean it. I have  pictures of Lisa on the wrong side of No Public Access, Danger/ Authorized Personnel only, and plain old No Trespassing signs. Of course I have to follow her.
     I take the Ratdogs home. It takes about 35 minutes from my house to Sumas, WA. It was about 1:30 when I left the house and the Bitch in the Box said I would be in Sumas at  2:05. There was no traffic and the sun came out. I opened the sunroof and cranked up the Mariners game on the radio. Hernandez was pitching and the M's won just as I got to the border.

I haven't had a problem crossing the border since I started travelling on a Canadian passport. Up until seven years ago I travelled on my British Passport. That's because I didn't become a Canadian Citizen until seven years ago. I always had to go into the office. 
" Where are you going today. sir?" The border guard asked me, his face expressionless. "Just to get gas and maybe some cheese" I said.
"Is there anyone else in the car, sir" "No, just me" 
" Roll down the back window, sir" I did what he asked. " Have a nice day, sir" He deadpanned as he handed me back my passport. Never cracked a smile. Maybe I should have brought Elvis!

You lookin at me?

I went and picked up my parcel at Ship Happens

I always get turned around out in the Valley I wandered aimlessly around the Lynden area and found myself at the Aldergrove crossing without gassing up yet. I pulled a Uturn, always a good idea when your 200 yards from the border. I filled up at Arco $3.85 per gallon.
Then went looking for cheese.

Tillamook Chedder and eggs. I was home around 5:00 and haven't done a thing but watch TV and play stupid computer games! Oh yeah, and write this blog. For lunch I had egg salad lettuce wraps.  

For dinner I had Knockwurst with hot mustard and sour kraut. Unfortunately, I was hungry from my American adventure. I ate them before I thought to take a picture.

That's all I Got. 
Till next time.
Peace Out Y'all

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