To eat weinerschnitzel or not to eat weinerschnitzel

After my last post, my husband decided to remind me that I'll never be happy with any of my race times and that it's entirely impossible for me to simply "enjoy the process". I told him to shut up and color. Clearly, he doesn't stick to his mottos either because it used to be, "find out what she wants and give it to her" but now it's "poke the bear". Damn, I guess this is what happened when one is married beyond a year. In other news, I have been invited to a luncheon with a Kuwaiti Major General. This should be really interesting. My first thought (seriously) was, "What should I wear?" and then I realized that I would be wearing my uniform. Lunch with big wigs and I have to wear DCUs. Not so bad except that I use only one set of DCUs and alternate with a flight suit. The current set of DCUs is on...like day 8. I work in an office so it's not like it gets dirty except that I noticed there's a spot on the right sleeve where I probably wiped my face after brushing my teeth. As a blue-collar girl, this really isn't ground for GQ. It's not like he should be expecting a model after all. I drove him around on base for a tour recently so he's actually met me but I do find all this rather entertaining. I'm going with it - gonna go in with uniform on day 9. Let him see what the U.S. Navy is all about. In other news, my big decision of the day is where to eat. After two hours on my trainer this morning, I'm in the position where I can eat today. Eat in a way that's bad it's so good. There are three main dining facilities here, two American and one run by the Kuwaitis. It's like trying to decide on the aricraft carrier whether you're going to eat upstairs ("dirty shirt") or downstairs ("going out to eat"). In the end, it simply just doesn't matter. Generally, as it is here, the menus are entirely different. You can get back weinerschnitzel at the Kuwaiti facility (I know...I know...you don't need to say it but you want to...can Kuwaitis actually cook weinerschnitzel? Um...no. And yes, they actually serve it.) Or I can go to the American one and get braized beef ribs (barf). The funny thing is that there are plenty of fast food places here but since leaving the US, there's simply no craving for fast food. Weird but true. I've had Taco Hell twice in the last 90 days (and it treated me ever so poorly both times). Not that the weight-maintenance program is successful. They serve Otis Spunkmeyer cookies in both dining facilities. Mean...just mean. Mean in the fact that the things are like eating manna from heaven and mean in that who the EFF would name their child Otis Spunkmeyer? He must make good cookies and muffins because it was the only way to keep people from beating him senseless for having such a sally kind of name. Doesn't matter at this point...I'm ever so grateful :)