FOOD FOR THOUGHT...too much thought!

Here I sit at 2:52 AM, wide awake.  I am more than aware that I have to get up in just a few hours, but I CAN'T sleep.  After getting home from work, it was like a mad rush.  I took the kids to get their shots, then basketball practice for LM, and then dinner at Frisch's.  I had every intention of cooking dinner, but I promised the kids a treat because they sorta were good sports about getting their shots.  By sorta, I mean that LM cried the whole way there, then put up a huge fight to even sit in the chair...there was a lot of screaming and crying from all parties involved...me included.  Only to end the visit, with..."wow" that wasn't so bad.  Really?  Anywho, Frisch's is by no means my favorite restaurant, but was what they chose as a reward for acting so big while getting their shots (if you didn't get the memo...this was opposite day).  I felt bad for them, so what's a momma to do?  Go to Frisch's.  I needed a Vanilla Coke with crushed ice like a girl needs make-up.  The Ranch dressing served as an extra bonus.  Brian was at a college basketball game with a couple of his players that are being recruited, so it was just the three of us.  It was so cute...we all three sat squashed on the same side of the booth.  Left there only having broke one plate.  Not bad!  We usually go to church on Wednesdays, but I was bound and determined to get the kids home and in bed early because basketball season makes for some late nights and icky colds are setting in.  Getting them to bed was accomplished rather successfully.  So well, in fact, that I fell asleep with them.  Then I woke up at 11:30 and have yet to go back to sleep.  Ugh!

Where am I going with this post?  Not sure, stick with me...after all, it is now 3:13 AM.  

I have a gazillion pics and posts that are particularly clever (if I may say so), but I couldn't think of anything other than FOOD.  It has been on my mind rather frequently over the last week or so.   I know that everyone else is on their health kick and this is where I should be (to the tune of like 15 pounds...maybe more....who's counting?), but I can't bring myself to do it.  It is cold, freezing cold and I want some stinking comfort.  COMFORT FOOD.  Maybe I am off my rocker, but I actually thought about making a pot pie.  POT PIE?  I DON'T even LIKE pot pie.  What is going on?  No, I am not pregnant, but thinking maybe I should be just so I can further indulge myself.  I have been reading the pioneer woman's blog and Brian got me her cookbook for Christmas.  LOVE HER and the COOKBOOK.  In fact, I made the Chocolate (Texas) Sheet Cake for my birthday and pretty much ate the whole thing myself.  It was simply divine and uses about 4 sticks of butter.  I actually got mad when I thought Brian ate the last piece.  A bit sad, don't you think?        

***I am signing off at 3:35 AM!