It's that time of year again!

Yep, New Years...which means New Years RESOLUTIONS!

I have a few, I guess. Not so much b/c it's the new year...more b/c things are changing around here and I need to change with them or it's not going to work. It just so happens to coincide withe new years. So, whatever...here they are.

1. Attempt to keep my house in order. Not just throw everything in the closet b/c people are coming over order...I mean real order. Like toys actually have homes and my couch is not constantly covered in the never ending cycles of laundry.

2. Be debt free by the end of the year. This is pretty much an ongoing thing. Luckily, we don't accumulate more, we're just still paying off the old stuff. Eh, whatever....it's a work in progress. We've paid of 3 of the biggies and another will be gone by the end of Jan...that leaves 2 bigger ones (a student loan and a CC) and 1 small one (the other student loan) left.

3. Attempt to be a better mom and appreciate the time I spend with my boys...rather then wanting to claw my eyes out if I have to play one more game of I-spy.

4. Plan more date nights. We need this...I think everyone needs this.

Meal planning, day 1

So I decided since I'm now a work at home mom, I'd try my hand at this whole meal planning thing...and being organized...and cleaning my house on a regular basis...and having perfectly behaved children...or something like that. Baby steps, right?

So, I sat down over the weekend and took stock of what we had. We have enough meat for the next year, so with that, I'm good.

Yesterday was lasagna...and I have to say, it came out damn good. It's one of those things that I throw together. It's never the same recipe. Sometimes it's better then others. Last night was definitely one of the better batches. Which is good b/c I made a TON so I could freeze half.
Today we're having left overs b/c I'm busy cleaning for our NYE get together.
Yes, busy cleaning, as is obvious by my blogging. What?

So far so good.

A girl on one of my boards gave me the idea to start using Google calendar. I was using Cozi, which I love...but Jared never checked it. At least with google, it's on his homepage, he has to look at it at some point. Plus, he can check it from his phone. I filled it in with all our appointments, bill due dates, birthdays, what we're having for dinner on what night and even what chores I want do on each day.

Yea, sounds great in theory, huh? I give it a week before I forget all about it and I decide I don't want what is on the menu, we're ordering pizza.

BTW, in case you are wondering (and I'm sure you were!)...WW is on hold until after Aiden's birthday party (2 weeks) I got down to 149, I'm back at 151 and I'm certain that number will go up more before it's time to get back on the bandwagon :)

The crappy Christmas blog

The one where I sound like an ungrateful brat. Yep, that's what this one is!

For weeks my mom asked me what I wanted for Christmas and each time I would tell her that the only thing I could really use was gift cards. Gift cards to clothing stores or Target. Why? B/c I'm working on this whole getting skinny thing and when I get there, I want to go shopping. If I have gift cards, I won't feel guilty for spending money on clothes for me. Seems simple enough.
So...on Christmas morning what do I open instead of gift cards? CLOTHES! 3 shirts...2 XL's and an XXL! REALLY MOM?!?! On top of that, one is black with a huge gold butterfly on it. My head would be the head of the butterfly. Even if it did fit, there's no way I would wear it. She did get me a gift card, for WalMart. Great, I can buy groceries. Yes, I realize they sell clothes but after working my ass off to get skinny you'd better believe I'm taking my ass to the mall!
**The non bitchy part of me should mention she bought Jared and I a double sided cast iron griddle, a new large skillet and I did get a CD, Book and cute set from Bath and Body**

Now...on to my grandparents. Oy. They live in FL and god love em'...they insist on sending gifts. They're old (grandma just turned 80) so I expect the crazy stuff..but they live with my 2 aunts, one of which is in her 40's and pretty trendy. Every year they send a box of oranges, which is fine...and this year they sent my mom a check and told her to go buy everyone something they could use. Perfect!
They still sent a box, from everyone. I got a set of roosters. Ceramic bright red roosters, with a matching kitchen timer. I realize some of you don't know me in real life, but I'm not exactly in to the whole country look. Roosters...really, not my style. These roosters especially are god aweful ugly. They have white elephant written all over them for next year! I wish I would have taken a picture but, I forgot.
I did get pictures of the gifts they sent Jared, dad and Aiden:

A set of ceramic fish for Jared...he likes to fish, so obviously this makes sense.


A duck dish for my dad and my brother...b/c they like ducks?


And a puzzle for Aiden...a 750 piece puzzle for my 6 year old b/c, you know, 1000 was just too many.

Girls Night

Last night, for the first time in I don't know how long, all of the girls got together for dinner. 8 of us. This never happens, we're lucky to get 3 of us in the same room, at the same time unless it involves a wedding. Sad but true.
It was awesome to see everyone. We all went to HS together, except my cousin, but she was with me so much she became on honorary member of the group.
We had dinner and yummy drinks, we chatted and just got a chance to catch up. It was really really nice. It reminded me that I'm really lucky to have such awesome friends. Friends that I talk to everyday and friends that I may only talk to a few times a month. Regardless, they are some of the greatest women I have ever met and I love them.
And sadly, we didn't take a single picture!

Last night also gave me a chance to just be me for awhile. I wasn't a wife or a mom, I ordered what I wanted, I drank what I wanted...I headed out to Karol's Christmas party since I had 2 hours to kill and then headed to a late movie. I didn't get home until almost 1am, went to bed around 2 and stayed in my nice warm bed, that I didn't have to share, until 10:30am. (Jared was "camping" with Aiden and my mom had Ian...a story for another blog) It was fabulous and so much fun! It reminded me of my pre-baby days when I could pick up and do something without having to think about it or worry about who would be getting up with the kids in the morning or if I could afford the $8.25 for the movie. And yes, I loved every minute of it...but I'm happy to be home tonight with all of my boys. I wouldn't trade them for the world, it's just nice to be free of them once in awhile.

6 month update

It's a little late, Ian was 6 months on the 12th but we just went today for his well baby check.

He stats
Height: 26.25"
Weight:15lbs 10oz
Head: 17

He's still on the low end for weight, but catching up in height. The doc heard a slight heart murmur so we're headed to the hospital in Feb for an ultrasound. He doesn't seem concerned, said it's usually nothing, so I'm sticking with the don't worry until necessary attitude.

Other stuff: He can crawl in reverse, he's working on forward motion. Right now he just gets up on all fours and sort of lunges forward...but going backwards, he's good. He has his bottom 2 teeth and I'm pretty sure there are more on the way. He can now roll both ways, so yea, he'll be mobile soon enough. Yikes, watch out!!

And on to the important part: PICTURES!!!



And, all of my boys!

I've won an award *thank you thank you*

"These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award."

There is a cute little picture that goes with this award but my computer hates me and won't let me post. Maybe I'll remember to edit this post and try again...then again, maybe I won't.

Karol aka Mrs. Incredible gave me this award b/c she loves me and she rocks.

So, now I have to give this same award to my friends. So, here goes (btw, go visit Karol's blog so you can steal the "award" picture, hopefully your computer doesn't hate you) Oh, and I'm not doing 8...sorry.

Amy @ http://aimlou.blogspot.com/
Mamalicious @ http://www.multislackingmama.com/
The one and only Belle @ http://shouldabeenabelle.blogspot.com/
Brooke @ http://bloggingisconceited.blogspot.com/

It's a fiesta!

Okay, it's really a Fiestaware giveaway over at Ravings of a Mad Housewife

Even if you're not interested in the giveaway, you should go check out her blog b/c it's freaking hilarious!

The winner will be drawn on Christmas Eve...and since I don't actually need new dishes, if I win my dishes are going to Natalie. :)

In one month

I will have a six year old.

If he lives that long...and if I don't sell him to the circus.

O.M.G.

Where did the time go?!?!?

Some people I will never understand

When do you just admit that your kid is an asshole?

And no, this isn't an Aiden blog. Although it does remind of an episode of Lucky Louie. Anyone else watch when it was on? Love that show!

Anyway...when do you just admit that you've done everything you can as a parent, given them every chance and literally left your home open to them for their entire life and they just don't seem to give a damn. When do you say enough is enough? And then what?

As a parent, this scares the hell out of me. I always imagine that my boys will grow up to love and respect me, I hope that when they're older they want to bring their girlfriends home to meet me, I hope they want to go out lunch with their mom or call just to say hi. It's what every mother wants. So what happens when what you get instead is disrespect, lies, and betrayal? How do you deal with it? Do you make them leave with no place to go, no money? Do you try to make them get help, yet again? Do you put your life on hold trying to help them, put your own mental health at risk by letting them stay?

I don't know the answers, I don't know what you do...and it scares me that some day I might be faced with the same problems. The same issues. It's mental, I know it is. There is a history of mental problems in my family an undiagnosed mile long. Nobody wants to admit, nobody wants to talk about. Sweep it under the rug, self medicate, pretend it doesn't exist, live in denial.

I wish I knew how to help...I wish there was something I could do before it's too late. Before things go too far, if they haven't already...but what?
I'm just the little sister.

No more pity party

Seriously (and yes, I realize I use that word a lot) I had this whole blog about how depressed I was and how bummed I was about yesterday and the bank and the money...and how I suck at life.

But...fuck that.

I don't suck at life. Sometimes I suck at money...and sometimes I suck at being a mom...and sometimes I suck at being a wife...and most of the time I suck at keeping my house clean (that one's no joke). BUT I do not suck at life. At some point in time I am going to find something that I am good at, damn good at. Hell, maybe I'll be the best peanut butter sandwich maker, whatever it is, I'll figure it out...eventually. I'm just a slow learner, but I'm okay with that. I'll take being an okay mom and an okay wife to being nothing at all any day.

I do think there is something to be said for positive thinking. No, I don't think if I keep telling myself I'll win the lottery, I will...but maybe if I keep telling myself that we'll make it through this, just like everything else...then, we will. That's my belief system. I may not always believe in myself or my abilities but I do believe that no matter what, I can make it work. And really, life is way too short to waste more then, mmmm 24 hours, freaking out about things that you can't change. You just have to deal with and move on.

My google horoscope kind of freaks me out

Todays:
You might be tempted to avoid dealing with a financial issue today, but it's wiser to handle it before it gets worse. It may be as simple as paying a bill that is due or untangling a problem with one of your accounts. Whatever it is, don't let your resistance about money matters in general get in the way of taking care of business while it's still easily manageable.


Yea...I am having a bad day. A really bad day.

I'm sick...I have a kid with an ear infection...I suddenly have the need to wake up in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep...oh, and I manage to over draw our account..SIX times. Yep, six. I miscalculated how long it would take my deposit to actually show up and how long it would take our rent check to clear. The rent check cleared first. Lovely. The refunded 3 of the charges after I, literally, broke down on the phone. What a lovely mess I was.

More on my messy life another day, I'm tired and the baby is crying.

I am editing this post to explain how I managed to overdraw my account six times so that you don't think I'm a complete dumbass. (which, I am)

I put Jared's paycheck in on Sat...I also went grocery shopping, got gas, had lunch etc....I made sure not to spend more then what was in the account before I put his check in. No problem. We NEVER EVER run the account that low but we paid off a hefty debt last month and were still playing catch up.
Fast forward to Monday...I pay rent, she cashed it that day, at the same bank. It cleared on Monday...along with all of my purchases from Sat BEFORE the deposit was "available". It didn't even occur to me that this would happen, yes I said I was a dumb ass. I knew we were close, but I thought it would be fine. I was wrong.

Days when being mommy sucks a fatty

I'm having one (or two?) of those days.

We started the day out okay, after 12 hours of sleep I would hope so (him, not me)

We headed out to Chuck E. Cheese...you know, where a kid can be a kid. Including mean kids who like to pick on other kids while roaming around the tunnels. I know this b/c some bully decided to punch and kick my kid while in there...who then came crying to us b/c come on people, he's not even 6. I'm pretty sure if I would have seen that kid, I may have been tempted to kick him myself. Yes, mature, I know...but nobody gets to mess with my kid but me!

Other then that...the trip to the big mouse place, decent. Came home...baby napped...life was good. I was a good wife and told hubby to go ahead and play cards with the boys. No biggie.

7:50 rolls around...10 minutes till bedtime.
8PM Meltdown. He doesn't want to pick his toys up. We explained to him earlier, after a whirlwind cleaning spree that if he doesn't pick his toys up out of the living room at the end of the night, or when we ask, they'll get thrown away. We're sick of tripping over his crap...we have enough of our own crap to trip over thankyouverymuch.
So...after much screaming and attitude that should not come from the mouth of a child under 13 years old...Introducing Whippy Stick


Yes, those are glue sticks
Yes, I use them
Yes, it hurts

No judging, please. I'm done...I'm tired and I'm done having my 5 year old talk to me like he's 13...lord help me when he actually is 13.

So yes, I spanked him with the whippy stick...and yes, I felt horrible when he was crying and telling me he'd be good...only to follow it up with "I DON'T WANT TO" and "It won't even hurt" Hands on hips, head cocked to the side with a look of sheer defiance.*

Am.not.kidding.

So...after throwing 3 cars in the trash b/c he refused to pick them up like I asked and after many many chances and warnings of 'you don't talk to mommy like that'....he's now in bed and I am going to enjoy the peaceful downstairs and catch up on my DVR...b/c I get to go shopping with both boys and my mother tomorrow.

The fun just doesn't end.

Jealous yet?

*yes, I realize he probably gets this from me and my damn red hair.

Where did my sweet boy go?

Once upon a time there was this sweet, polite almost shy little boy...and then he learned to talk.

And as if that wasn't bad enough, he just kept getting older and learned more and more words and phrases that make mommy want to lock him in his room...or cry. (like Mommy, I don't like you)

I came home from shopping with my cousin and the still quiet one only to find out the big one was napping. After 2 nights with Grandma No Rules I'm sure he needed it.

He got up and graced us with his presence around 5:45, I showed him the super cool Hulk PJ's I bought him, he cuddled...life was grand.

And then, he woke up.

I told him we'd hit the red box and let him pick a movie to watch tonight. Once he finally got his shoes, socks and coat on...we were walking out the door. He wanted to take Bumblebee (Transformers for those of you who are not boy toy savvy) I said no b/c we were going 2 mins down the road and he wouldn't take it in the store anyway.
Wrong answer.
Freak out.

Finally get to the car and ask him to get buckled. Another freak out...he wants his seat. Which is in the jeep, in the garage. It's dark, it's cold...the garage is creepy. Just get in the car, it's fine. He's borderline big enough to be able to ride without it anyway.
Wrong answer again
More freak out.

Mommy turns the car off and goes inside, he follows...more screaming ensues.

Seriously. WTF!?

After a time out in his room and a nice long chat about why we're not going to the store...he's in the bath tub and I'm going to enjoy Sierra Mist with Cranberry and Malibu. Maybe it won't be such a bad night after all.

Horoscope

This was my horoscope the other day, and it could not be more true!


You may have had recent opportunities mixed with the instability of unexpected setbacks or delays. Now you are being offered one last chance to make a powerful statement by building a business that can carry you into the future. Fear can temporarily paralyze you and increase your worries until they overwhelm you. Just do the best you can and then let it go for the best possible results.

If you remember this post, you'll have some idea as to why that is so fitting.

I guess it is safe to officially announce that I am quitting my job. My last day of working for the devil will be December 23rd. I've accepted the position of business manager for 831 Photogrpahy. I am excited and nervous and couldn't be happier about the decision. Steph was in the room with us when Ian was born and took some of the most amazing pictures I have ever seen. Seriously...Check out my posts from June if you don't believe me.

We went to dinner with Steph and Shan over the weekend and it was so much fun. They are two very sweet and very down to earth people. Plus, they're a little spunky, which we like.

I've given my notice at work and while I can not wait to leave...it's odd to think that someone else will be doing my job. I mean, I created that job...I was the first one hired when we started doing cable over 2 years ago. It's not rocket science by any stretch of the imagination, but I have a hard time letting go...no matter how much I want to.

Typical in my house

Me: I'm not sure if I should try to sleep in bed tonight (I've been sleeping downstairs with Ian the past 2 nights b/c of his cough)

Hubby: Depends if you are going to be naked

Me: what? *laughing*

Hubby: if you're not going to be naked you can just leave the bed to me

The pee-pee conversation

So while I was gone over the weekend Jared and Aiden got in some serious bonding time. They hung out and played video games, watched movies, went the the Science/History museum, did some manly shopping at Lowes and Home Depot (my mom had the baby). Fun times.

So Jared tells me that he tried to have the 'touching your pee-pee' conversation with Aiden, I figured he was talking about the fact that Aiden likes to grab himself, all.the.time. Seriously, I didn't realize it started this early.

Nope, Jared sat down and tried to have a serious father son talk about how Aiden shouldn't let anyone touch his pee-pee (that word is really annoying, thank you daddy) and nobody should try to get you to touch theirs. Now, we've had the 'privates' talk with Aiden before but he's always been too young to really 'get it'. He would just go back to playing cars and surely forgot about it 30 seconds later.
So Jared is feeling pretty good as Aiden is listening and after they carry on with a discussion of more pressing matters...like exactly how does the Hulk bust out of his clothes. 5 minutes later Aiden comes over to Jared, completely confused and says "Daddy, why would someone want to touch my pee-pee?"

Yea, Jared wasn't prepared for questions. Seriously? Not prepared, he's almost 6 and questions why the sky is blue...and you weren't prepared?! He tried to play it off by telling him some people are just sick. Yea, great explanation daddy. Now he's going to be paranoid when the old man at the grocery store coughs he's going to want to touch his pee-pee!

Then tonight, Aiden is getting in the bath tub and I'm getting the water ready and he's covering himself. I'm thinking 'oh great, here we go'. No, he wasn't embarrassed, he proceeds to say:
"Mommy, my pee-pee is so big. When I grab it like this (cupping his whole 'area') it feels so big"

OMG, seriously!??!?! I just told him to get in the tub.

These are the joys of little boys...I'm going to drink myself through puberty I think.

I can't believe I forgot to post these

I torture my infant son and forget to blog about it? Bad mommy and bad blogger!

Okay, so I saw all these adorable pictures of babies sitting inside of pumpkins with their toothless grins and thought I simply must do this. I mean, seriously, what could be cuter, right?!

I started by hunting down a pumpkin my little guy would fit in, surprisingly enough we found one at our first stop, SCORE!!
We ended up doing it at my parents house, Aiden helped with the cleaning process.

It was already dark so I decided to do a trial run inside, just to see how he'd do. My dad insisted on putting a bag inside the pumpkin so he wouldn't get covered in pumpkin guts. Ian had other plans, he refused to sit down and was completely confused by the whole situation.



Well of course I couldn't let it go at that, I mean I was going to get that picture of my baby sitting happily inside a gutted pumpkin. So, before heading out for trick or treat, I deemed it necessary to torment my son some more. This time, I cut leg holes, giving him no choice but to sit down. My mother was horrified, insisting he was freezing (he wasn't) and that I needed to take him inside ASAP (I didn't)



Hmm...no smiling going on...lets keep trying. Aiden, help me out!



Ah well. Maybe next year?! hehehe

as an added bonus, here is Aiden and Ian all dressed up:

Good things

Good things on the horizon...changes.

Normally, I avoid change...I like things to stay the way the are, the way I am comfortable. The problem is, I haven't been comfortable. I've just been treading water, trying to figure out where I was going and what I was going to do.

An opportunity presented it's self yesterday...and I think I'm going to take the leap...and do it. I guess it's not earth shattering or life changing...but it's change for me. It's new and exciting....and it just plain kicks ass.

More to come later...once I figure out the details.

Regardless, I'm happy and excited about something for ME and that's a nice feeling.

Am NOT a Rock Star!

I turned 28 on Wednesday. Yippie, right?

Well Saturday was my birthday celebration. We started out with Mexican and Margaritas. Did someone mention weight watchers? Yea...let's not talk about that.




After 3 margaritas and a plate of enchiladas, all of which were heavenly, we headed over to shoot some pool. Okay, the boys played pool the girls drank and talked...and drank some more. Some of the memorable moments of the night:

Jared and Rick's "bro-mance"


Karol saying "I'm tired, I'm going home and going to sleep...I hope he knows that"


The never ending picture



Shots...and more shots


Karol telling us all to burn in hell at one point or another...for a number of reason, one being when I asked if she wanted me to take my shoes off so I'd be as short as her...b/c you know, I'm SO much taller. *cough cough*



Katie...being Katie!


All in all it was a fun night...even when I couldn't get in the car. Literally. Could.not.get.in. My mind and my body were not in sync and it wasn't helping that I was laughing uncontrollably.


Am.Not.A.Rock.Star



The whole ride home I kept saying I could only see straight if I closed one eye. Thank god for a DD.
I came home to a spinning head but every time Jared had the nerve to suggest I just go hurl and get it over with, I told him to hush and not even say the word.
Needless to say, I did end up praying to the porcelain god and I think I may have passed out,in the bathroom, leaning against the toilet at some point. Good think Jared isn't as evil as I am b/c I totally would have taken pics if it were him.

I will mention the reason my husband rocks now...when the room stopped spinning enough for me to get up, there was water, sprite and 3 advil waiting for me on the sink...and my side of the bed was ready for me to just crawl under the blankets and pass out. No, he didn't hold my hair, but seriously, I didn't want anyone near me at that point.
I also got french toast for breakfast...in bed...at noon.

It was fabulous...minus the headache b/c I didn't listen and actually take the advil like a good girl. The idea of putting anything in my stomach my head spin again.

Another game of TAG

My friend and former wedding officiant extraordinaire, Charity tagged me and I figured I'd better get around to doing it. The game is to list 7 random things about myself. Really? Only 7? Okay, here goes

1. I am obsessed with running my fingers through my hair when it's straight. Which is probably why it ends up looking greasy after a day. I just can't help it.

2. I love sleep and sleeping in but can rarely do it.

3. I could watch reruns of the original 90210 all.day.long and never get bored

4. I know every line to Dirty Dancing and yet have to watch it every time it's on tv.

5. I used to be addicted to the SIMS and probably still would be if my computer would run SIMS 2 properly

6. I want to chop my hair off, big time but would then be forced to straighten it everyday and I am too lazy for that.

7. I enjoy tormenting Ian...he rolls over from belly to back but then can't roll the other way, he gets mad and cries...and I laugh b/c it's 'cute'. :)

and I'm feeling lazy, so I'm not tagging anyone.

How to not lose weight

1. Eat sushi...lots of sushi
2. Dip in to your childs Halloween candy and shamelessly eat 7 snack size candy bars at once...b/c really? 1 simply is not enough.
3. Eat pizza for dinner.
4. Order a salad for lunch, with a side of garlic cheese bread...and finish it all off, by yourself.
5. Go home after eating that and pour yourself a drink, b/c after working all day on a Sunday and eating like crap...what's a few more calories?

Compliments

Am I the only one who can not take a compliment well?

I had a friend tell me I was looking skinny...instead of politely saying thank you, like a normal person, I stumble around and said 'oh, um...*laughs* thanks'...and then proceed to tell her all the not skinny things about me.

A guy at work told me I had nice teeth (yea, who says that?!) and another guy told me I was pretty...only this time I blush like I'm 12 years old and my brothers friends have finally noticed that I have boobs.

These are only a few examples.

What is wrong with me?!?!

MHR...and it's even on Friday!

The reason my husband rocks this week is simple. The conversation went something like this:

Aiden: Who is that? I'm in the other room feeding Ian so I don't know what he's looking at
Jared: I'm not sure
Aiden: Huh, is that mommy?
Jared: No
Aiden: Is she better then mommy?
Jared: Of course not, your mommy is the greatest woman in the world.
Aiden: Yea, I thought so.

He rocks.

I've been tagged!

Jill over at Maybe It's Just Me tagged me and I figured I'd better do it now...otherwise I'll forget. Speaking of, I think Karol gave me an award awhile back that I never blogged about. hmm...I'll get to it, I swear :)

Anyway...here goes, all about my friends!

1.Do you have the same friends since childhood?Yep, I've known all my girls since middle school...some longer. I am extremely lucky to have such an amazing group of friends.

2. What do you value most about your friends? The fact that they love me no matter what...and we've all been through so much and changed in so many ways but we can still call each other to cry or laugh or just vent.

3. Are your friends sounding boards? Definitely

4. What is your favorite activity to share with friends? Just getting to see each other. We're all so busy...that even meeting up for dinner or a drink is an accomplishment!

And now... I think I'm gonna tag..........

Karol, Natalie, Anne, and Kirstie

Size 12 is not fat!

When I was 17/18 and wearing a size 4 without batting an eye, it never occurred to me that some day I might be anything over a size 6. I ate and drank as much as I wanted, whenever I wanted and never had to think about it. It was glorious.

Problem is, I got older...I had a baby...and my metabolism took a permanent vacation...and then I had another baby. In the words of a friend, I ate anything that wasn't nailed down. So, here I am at almost 28 years old...doing a happy dance at fitting in to size 12 jeans and actually being able to wear them out in public...b/c lets face it, fitting in to them and having them be appropriate for the outside world are two very different things.

I'm down 15 lbs...after 2 1/2 months of weight watchers, I'm pretty damn happy about that. I'd still like to lose another 15-20, but right now I'm focusing on the little milestones!

What should I be for Halloween?

Every year we go to a Halloween party...this year is supposedly the final one. After 10, it's understandable...but doubtful.

Anyway, what should I/we dress up as??
Past years:

1999: Hooker

2000: Fairy/Princess

2001: Succubus

2002: Cat (I was 8 months prego...and there was a stolen camera this year, so no pics)
2003: Santa's mistress

2004: Dark angel

2005: Geisha girl

2006: School girl

2007: Country girl (was newly prego and only at the party for an hour)



Next year, provided we have a party to go to and I'm skinny:

Although I am not delusional, I know my boobs will never look like that!

But...what to do this year??

And can we talk about how chubby I got over the past 10 years. Ah, to have my 19 year old body back again...and actually appreciate it!

My Husband Rocks

So I am combining MHR Friday with our anniversary.
We celebrated 4 years yesterday...well, I use the term celebrated loosely. We really didn't do much but plan on going out for dinner tomorrow. What can I say, we're an old married couple, we don't party during the week.






Why does he rock...this week he rocks because he doesn't get offended when I ignore him, my children, the house work and everything else b/c I'm sick...oh, and b/c I am so incredibly addicted to reading the Twilight saga that nothing matters other then Edward Cullen and his world of vampires, werewolves, and misguided love.
Also...he loves me in spite of the fact that I'm messy and moody...and can be a general pain in the ass. For 9 years...yes, we've been together for NINE YEARS, he's loved me, unconditionally.


btw, if you are still waiting on the vacation recap and pictures...please be patient, I've also ignored the online world due to my recent addiction. It's a sickness that can't be helped.