Dessert In the Desert

A slice of heaven.
Originally uploaded by EdnPHX.

Mmmmm, pumpkin pie. A sign that Fall is upon us. I love pumpkin pie….in fact, I could eat a whole pie all by my lonesome self. (Hopefully I won’t have to). From my last post, I stated that I was going to eat the whole gosh darn pie out of frustration. Well, I’m glad to report that I didn’t. I ate half. I was totally out of Redi-Whip, so it just added to my frustration…so I stopped at half. Sigh, my luck. Then I proceeded to the gym…and then felt better about my guilty pleasure of pumpkin pie. Did I mention that I make the “best mutha fu**ing pumpkin pie” on Earth? Yep, I sure do. It’s won prizes all across the land, from the rolling hills of Ohio to the Sonoran Desert of Arizona. (Actually, I am embellishing a bit. But, can you imagine going over to some guy’s house and seeing blue ribbons all over the place for having won contests for pumpkin pie baking contests? I mean, really, how queer would THAT be?) You too can bake the best pumpkin pie, though. Just use the recipe on the back of the Libby’s Pumpkin can. Yes, there you have it…I revealed my deepest dark secret to baking. Just make sure you don’t use that nasty Pumpkin Pie spice shit…..it tastes nasty…use the real spices singularly. Anyway, I wanted to mention that I like to cook….and pumpkin pie is one of my best talents. Now, if I could only make an omelet…..

I started my afternoon lunchtime workouts at the Bally Total Fitness up by my work. I decided to renew my Bally membership, because they practically begged me to come back, and let me renew at an insane price (under $90 a year). For those of you who don’t know, I used to work for Bally Total Fitness, and I can tell you they would do anything, and I mean anything, to get you to be a member. Even have sex with you. (kidding…..or am I?) Not as pretty at the LA Fitness by my house, but yet, a good way to get energy throughout the day. Unfortunately, (fortunate to some of you), it has those shower rooms instead of single shower stalls. Which, I like to call “gang bang” showers. I quite honestly don’t care for these showers. Not that I am self conscious, shy or uncomfortable or anything. But, it never fails that some creepy fat guy goes into the shower area next to me. This, of course, happened today. Now, if it were some hot hunky guy, well, then there would be a totally different story, but it never happens that way. Needless to say, the “hot” factor in this gym is quite low…at least at lunch time. Maybe that’s a good thing, as it will keep me focused on my Christmas gift to myself…..big arms. (See previous post).