Andi Lutz

Olive Garden Pasta Pass by Andi Lutz It's My Birthday It was my birthday and my girlfriends took me out to a fancy dinner. I got dressed up, I even put on nice shoes, they had a heel and everything. I was hoping to go to you know where, but it didn’t happen. Instead they took me to some over-priced place with food on the menu which I had no idea what it was. There was absolutely no pasta in the restaurant, I asked, the waiter looked at me like I was crazy. So, no they absolutely did not have never ending pasta. Oh, well. I was going to try to make the best of it, I was with my friends, after all. We drank wine and chatted. And gossiped. When my food came it looked like a teeny, tiny piece of art, as if it wasn’t meant to be consumed. Every little sprig, sauce, or shaving was painstakingly placed at just the right angle on my plate. I couldn’t bring myself to eat it, anyway if I did, I’d still be hungry. How can they call this a meal, it’s like they put it through a shrink...

Two Peas by Andi Lutz Chapter 5 I didn’t bother trying to watch a movie I wasn’t interested in, instead I got coffee and window-shopped. I found a nice bookstore that had newly opened and looked for anything about wedding planning or finances. I guess I’m always in work mode or fix it mode. It’s so hard to relax, I haven’t done it in such a long time that I don’t remember how to do it. We were able to finally spend the day together, uninterrupted, when Brooks returned. But today I’m really going to relax even if I have to make myself. I’m going to do some gardening and order pizza from the local gas station that delivers. And tonight, I’ve got more time to myself. Brooks was at his house doing some long-neglected home repairs. Once we get married he is going to move into my house so his needs to be ready to sell by next year.

Olive Garden Pasta Pass by Andi Lutz Bathtub of Soup I did fill the bathtub with soup, not the whole bathtub, I don’t have that much soup. Let me back up and start from the beginning. I have night terrors and I sleep walk. I have done this since I was young. I still do it, some nights I don’t, some nights when my mind is full I am more active in my sleep. When I dream and wake in the middle of the dream I can remember most of it. The night I filled the bathtub I had gone to Olive Garden with my Pasta Pass. I wanted to get soup, but I also wanted salad. I could only choose one, so I got the salad because it’s so delicious and my favorite, I get it every time. Then after I ate my fill of salad I wanted soup, but my pasta came out and it looked so good that I forgot about the soup.

Please Invade My Privacy by Andi Lutz Week 7 Well people, I am getting very brave. I decided to do something huge. I started a mommy group that walks every day, in order to get out of the house and get some exercise and also make friends. Let me just, say that this was scary. In my head I’m outgoing and everyone wants to be my friend, I’m the life of the party. But really, when it comes down to it and I am allowed the time to anticipate the whole thing I’m a sweaty, bumbling idiot. But I must try, so let’s walk mommies! I found another mom in the area who agreed to meet me to walk. That’s good since I lost my best friend to a poop emergency a few weeks ago (read Week 2.) The days leading up to our walk were stressful, I bought pepper spray in case it was some crazy person pretending to be a nice innocent mommy. But in the end, it turned out to be a real mom, with kids and well, this is what happened.