Pwned....by a freakin' three year old

No, I didn't misspell anything in the title. Google it.

Back last year we bought Mario Kart for our Wii. We thought it looked like a lot of fun and that it would be something we could all play. Well, for a time, it was all the rage when we first got it. We all sat around and played it and the baby especially loved it. At first he wasn't any good but he would sit and play and play and play until he was actually winning some races.

I'm pretty sure I posted how he blew away the electronics guy at Wal-Mart with his mad skills one day while we were there letting him play. He'd gotten so good at the time that there was no way I could beat him (shaking my head in disbelief here), it was killing his brother that he couldn't beat him every time and his daddy really had to try hard to be able to beat him. He was seriously that good.

As with anything else, once the new wears off we tend to shove it in a corner or just lay it down and pick it up every now and again when the notion strikes. We hadn't played Mario Kart in a long while but A2 (who, let me remind you, is 3!!) decided the other day that he wanted to play it again.

Like a desperate good mom, I jumped on the chance to turn on a video game for him because it meant I'd have time to myself for a little while to either work out, wash dishes, or hell, just go take a crap without this little three foot person standing right in front of me holding his nose asking what I'm doing in there for so long. When he first started playing I could tell he was out of practice because he was falling off of the roads and coming in last or closer to the last place. I thought it was a good learning experience to teach him that the more you practice the better you get and if you stop then it's harder to still be as good.

Who knew video games could be such a good learning tool?!

Anyway, he sat there a little while and I went about my business. I could hear him in there yelling at Yoshi, his favorite character, to come on already and various other screamings to that effect. It kinda made me chuckle because I could see my gift of "talking smack" flourishing from my very own little person.

After a while the inevitable happened and he asked me to play with him. I was thinking sure I'll play you (since you suck at it for the moment). Surely I can school his little butt for once because he's so out of practice and I'm the super awesome mom who doesn't need any stinkin' practice, right?

I couldn't have been more freakin' wrong if I tried! I sat down, he set it up, the race began and that little turkey zoomed off and left me in the dirt. That wasn't the worst part though.

Here's a little word of advice to all you parents out there: If you're like me and you like to play around and talk smack all the time from time to time you better be careful because little ears soak it all up and little mouths spit it right back out at'cha when you least expect it.

As the race went on A2 would say to me, "eat my dust mom!" or "are you racing or what?" or my favorite one of all "you drive like a girl!" I shit you not.

What the hell!!??!! I AM a girl you freak!! Needless to say I wasn't able to stay on the road because he picked one where it was floating out in damn outer space and I came in dead last with 0 points. He didn't come in first place but more like 5th but still he beat me. I had to go about the rest of my day knowing a three year old beat me and talked pure smack to me the whole time.

What's up with that? I'd like to see him try to beat me at Guitar Hero (the one and only video game I'm any good at besides Dance Dance Revolution and I kinda suck at that one). Better yet, I'll just stick to my farming in Farm Town on Facebook. That's more my speed.





Excuse me while I get him fresh batteries for his steering wheel.

The Closer You Get....

So, during my time off I thought it might be fun to go back and do some reflecting on what I had written here over the past couple of years to see how much has changed in my life. There were a few posts that I thought were pretty funny, a few that I wonder what in the hell I was thinking when I wrote that, and a few that make me feel really good standing here right now as I write this entry.

If you've followed me at all or even know me then you'll know that I have struggled with my weight every since I had A2 (he was born in July of 2005). Just to be very clear, I've never been overweight and even after the baby I wasn't what some would classify as overweight but for my own personal preference I was carrying around more weight than I was happy to be lugging around on my size 5.5 feet.

After giving birth I weighed 160lbs. I stand 5'4 on a good day so that wasn't horrible considering. The problem with that number though is that one year went by and it hadn't changed. Two years went by and my ass is still large for me and the number has only come down by about 10lbs. The only reason I lost that 10 was because we moved and all that unpacking and keeping up with a tiny baby gave me a good work out. I didn't even realize I had lost it until I stepped on the scale one day.

When I started blogging I think I weighed in at around 150. I read a post the other day that literally made me tear up. I had been struggling and struggling and weighed myself and was so very excited that the scale read....148. I was happy. I weighed in at 148. I had tried on a pair of white jeans I'd bought that barely slid up my thighs but the fact that they came all the way up thrilled me. I didn't even care that they didn't button, they came up past the freakin' thighs!!

As time went on I kept blogging about how I wanted to weigh less yet it was such a struggle to stick to any sort of workout or to just get motivated to do much of anything. If it didn't involve the damn TV remote or plugging in my laptop before the battery died I wasn't that interested. Seriously.

I've never felt comfortable looking into a mirror at my body. I could point out a billion things that is wrong and never truly liked what I saw. My thighs rubbed, my boobs were two different sizes, my belly had extra grips on the side, I've got a freakishly long second toe on my right foot and the list goes on.

Well, somewhere between my very last post towards the end of last year and today I've come to terms with what I see when I stand in front of the mirror. I know I'm never going to have the "perfect" body and I'm never going to feel like I look better than anyone but I stand here today and I'm finally comfortable in my own skin.

I weighed in at 130.2 this morning and that means I am five pounds away from my goal weight that I set for myself a few years ago. A goal that I didn't think I was ever going to reach. I feel stronger than I have in years and I don't cringe when I look in the mirror.

I've started a new workout plan that really seems to be working for me. I bought myself a set of Zumba DVDs off of eBay and I set a goal of wanting to run a mile and a half in 12 minutes. I actually look forward to working out and feel like a slob or at least a sloth if I don't do at least a little something.

I have friends on Facebook that cheer me on and I cheer them on to get up and work out. Yes, I still have cellulite. If you know how to get rid of that shit I'll give you a direct number how to reach me but you know what...I'm willing to bet just about every single woman out there over the age of 20 does too so who gives a flying shit if I do!!

I'm never going to weigh the buck 10 that I did when I was in my twenties but that's ok, my boobs are bigger now then they were back then so I'll take the trade.

I guess my point to all of this is that I'm glad I wrote about how unhappy I was with my weight and how I kept trying to take it off and fit into my clothes because now I feel good and I have a better sense of accomplishment not only because I can now fit into that pair of white jeans and actually have to have a belt to keep them from falling off!

Go me! Tooting of my own horn over now. It's good to be back.

Long Lost Friend

Oh, how I've missed you my own little piece of the web. It's been months since I've been able to sit down and write but I think I'm almost ready to let everything I've been hanging on to inside my head and heart out.

The past few months have definitely been filled with lots of ups and downs, funny sayings from the three year old and teenage issues that I'm not sure I can handle on my own. Thankfully I've got a good hold on my emotions and think I'm going to be able to pull through just fine.

So if you're reading this it means you're probably here by mistake so I'll wait as you sneak out the side door. If you're here because you really want to know what's been going on with me then welcome to/back to my world. I'm happy to have you!

I'm going to take this weekend to jot down a few of the things I want to share and will see you soon! Right now I'm going to sit back and enjoy my Mother's Day weekend.....and my new addiction, farming on Facebook! Hey, I never said I'd been doing amazing things with my time off from blogging.