My How Time Does Fly

So here I sit the last day of August scratching my head and wondering where in the crap did the summer get off to? Oh yeah I remember now, it sped by me while I was trapped inside the house because it was too darn hot to set foot outside for longer than five seconds for fear of bursting into flames. (How's that for a run-on Mrs. Webb??!!)

Thank goodness it has cooled down a wee bit and by cool I mean it's only 90 degrees outside today and tomorrow it'll only be 91. I may need a sweater!

Today was preschool orientation and I could tell by the tensing up of A2's entire body as soon as we walked into the classroom that the first few drop offs were NOT going to be pretty. Really looking forward to that! Really!

The lady had me all confused though because he was originally going to go on Tuesdays and Thursdays but I was informed today that it'll be Mondays and Wednesdays. I can live with that. I'm just planning on hitting the gym when I drop him off anyway.

I'm happy to report that my weigh in today had me at 145.3. I threw in that .3 because it was thatfrigginclose to being 144. I'm not noticing the pounds coming off as much as I'm noticing a toning up of various areas. I'd still like to hit my goal of 125 but the number isn't consuming me. Even though it was against his better judgment my husband even went out and bought me one of those neoprene waist trimmers so I could strap it on when I worked out to help sweat out some of that extra water weight. I have to admit it probably is a gimmick but what the hell it makes me feel better to wear it and see all the sweat pouring off of me when I'm done. I'm convinced this whole weight loss thing takes as much mental exercise as well as it does physical.

Anyway, I was getting ready to go this morning and decided to wear this pair of white ragged jeans that I've been dying to get up around my buttocks for the longest time, if they would fit that is, and would you believe that they came up and buttoned without ANY effort whatsoever! (Remind me to take a picture of that!!) I can distinctly remember the day where they would not come halfway up my thighs. Seriously, they stalled out about midway, I kid you not! Needless to say, after putting those things on I was feeling pretty good about myself when I left the house this morning.

Here's the 8's I wore today.

Yes, I wore a shirt that came down far enough to cover up the bulges on the sides. The real issue here is that these very pants DID NOT FIT not too long ago. Maybe in a week or two I can put them on again and not scare young children.

I went to Old Navy today to kill time after going to the orientation and before meeting the husband for lunch and bought a pair of $9 "skinny" (the label said it) jeans in a size 10 thinking they wouldn't look so stressed if stretched across the bootay. When I tried those suckers on after I got home guess what? They fit and were actually a smidgen too big around the top part of the waist. Size 10! I could have bought an 8! Granted it was just a smidgen. A smidgen isn't much but I'll take what I can get. Oh well, enough about that.

Here's the "skinny jeans". Too bad they don't do much for those thunder thighs.

All I got's to say is "thank goodness for low rise and stretch right now," otherwise they probably wouldn't fit.

I'm working on it. Not loving it but working on it!

On to a more melancholy topic for just a quick second. Today is the 10th anniversary of Princess Diana's tragic accident. I can remember where I was at when I heard the news and I can remember in great detail the emotions surrounding all the media coverage. It was such a sad moment in time. I think I layed on my couch and watched the coverage around the clock until the last news clip aired. I was completely consumed. I wanted to watch some of the memorial tribute today but haven't had a chance to sit down and watch more than 15 minutes of anything all day. I really hope they show some of it tonight and I get a chance to see some of it.

I did see a clip with Matt Lauer talking to the boys and they honored their mother with such a beautiful ceremony from what I did see and loving speeches. It made me really stop to think about what type of mother I wanted my two boys to think of me as when I get older or heaven forbid something ever happen to me. There is no doubt she was a wonderful mother. Princess Diana truly loved her boys and instilled very strong values in the both of them. She would be so proud of them today. I can only hope my boys love me as much as those two obviously love her even still in death.

Today also marks another loss but one that is closer to home. I met a boy when I was in 8th grade who had been adopted by one of the more "prominent" families in our little hometown. Before you get the wrong idea we were just friends and never anything more. His name was Brad and he had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. He was such a fun loving character and was very mischievous. He loved to joke around with everybody and more importantly he loved to play basketball. Matter of fact, I met him for the first time at the civic center playing basketball with some of his friends when me and my friend went there to show off some of our balling skillz and mostly stare at the boys that were there. (MLB I'm talking about you! I mean come on, did we really need to curl our bangs and put on make-up just to go play basketball??)

As the years went by we never became bestest buds or anything but we would hang out occasionally with our groups of friends and he was always the life of the party. He was actually someone you wanted to be at the party because you were guaranteed a good time if he was there. Sometimes he was a little overbearing and obnoxious but we all loved him for it anyway. He was Brad.

On this date 13 years ago he was driving his BMW way too fast around the corner road near the middle school and rammed into a utility pole. The car was demolished and he didn't survive. Some say he was drunk. They were probably right since I know where he was just hours before. Some say he was being chased by some guys that wanted to kick his ass. They were probably right about that too.

The thing that I'm 100% sure about was that he died too young. I was at home with my friend Mechelle when we got the call. All we could do was sit there in disbelief and then cry. How could that happen to someone so young and full of life? I guess I'll never have the answer to that. It's not like he was the first person in our small town to die like that, in fact there are too many to mention. Brad just held a special place in my heart because he didn't care what people thought of him, he was out to have fun and to make sure if you were around him that you were having fun too. Brad was truly someone special. To some he may be forgotten and to others just a part of their past but if no one else thinks about him on this day, I hope he somehow knows that I do.

May you always walk in sunshine Bradley.

I Need A New Blog Name and Possibly A Drink

This whole notion I had of posting every day now that I have a new computer has lasted about as long as a fart in a windstorm. When I made the comment about posting every day, little did I know that my days would be too full to do that.

What are my days full of that keeps me from taking a few minutes to myself and pounding out a quick blog entry?

Well for one, I'm in the midst of potty training a two year old that needs to "bee pee" every five freaking seconds and half the time when I get him in there he decides that "naw" don't need to "bee pee".

Arrrgh!! Bear in mind that now I have completely stripped him down because he seems to have this "George Costanza thing" about using the bathroom. I'll never understand why he has to take all of his clothes off just to take a two second whiz. But since he's now changed his mind and no longer wants to go, I have to chase his little naked butt all over the house just to get his diaper back on him.

Is it wrong that I've ignored him a couple of times when he's said he needs to go "bee pee"? If so, who gives a shit!!

Not only am I doing that but since I bought him the movie Cars last week he has become obsessed with all things Cars. (Curse you Disney!!) I've gone from never seeing this blasted movie before six days ago to having had the pleasure of either viewing it or hearing it blaring in the background about 15 bazillion times.

Heaven forbid it takes me longer than a freaking nanosecond to restart the thing once it goes off. He doesn't even watch it half the time, he just want to HEAR it while he's playing with his two cases of matchbox cars that he's now dumped in the middle of the living room floor that he NEVER can figure out how to get back into the cases. I handle those cars at least three to four times a day picking them up for him to just dump out again.

Only good thing about Cars going in the background......I'm getting a break from Spongebob and Toy Story. I've contemplated hiding the Toy Story DVD just for my own sanity. It's not that I don't like Toy Story, it's actually one of my favorite Disney movies ever, but keep in mind that it came out close to 10 years ago and right around that time A1 was about 2 and had to watch it over and over and over and freaking over way back then. I can't tell you how many times I've seen it! Now it's A2's turn and he seems to love "Buugg" and "Woowoo" just as much as his brother did.

Yay 4 me!

So let me go back to the whole Cars obsession thing A2 has going on right now though. Saturday afternoon the husband came home from his week long work trip and since it wasn't over 150 degrees I decided to let A2 play outside since it's been forever that we've had the chance. He started running around and was actually proud of himself for "running so fast". Only problem with that, according to his father, was that he was **gasp** barefooted.

{Insert lecture on how I shouldn't let that baby run around all over the place with no shoes here. He could step on something, it makes his feet filthy, he needs support, it hurts him when he drags his toes on the pavement, blah blah blah.}

I told the husband that he doesn't enjoy wearing shoes and when he does, he only likes to wear his Spongebob crocs and they don't make for very good running. That didn't register with him at all.

So what do we do? We load up and go to Wal-Mart. Why. Because it's been a whole week since my husband crossed their threshold and was starting to go into withdrawals. He'd never admit to that though. We didn't need anything but he just wanted to go.

While we were there he wandered over to the shoe department to "just measure" A2's feet. "It'll only take a second."

Yeah right.

Needless to say A2 came out of there with a new pair of shoes that look like little race cars because naturally the Disney Cars characters were everywhere in that freaking shoe aisle.

I'm cool with it though because he loves his new shoes but he also loves to make me put them on him and then about five minutes later take them off. It's a vicious cycle. He wants them on. He wants them off, ad nauseam. He isn't coordinated enough yet to do it by himself so if I don't do it RIGHT THEN he isn't happy (read: pitches a bitch fit).

So that's how I spend the majority of my time now, going to "bee pee" and putting "Cars sheews o0n" and taking them "ouff". Ah the monotony that is my life!

But don't feel sorry for me. I manage to do a few other things too like changing the bed sheets for the second time in as many days because SOMEONE spilled milk in the middle of my bed while chasing the cat.

I also get to clean up cat puke since she's officially freaked the fuck out from being chased by a toddler that enjoys sneaking up behind her and squealing at the top of his lungs. Plus, he's figured out that if he catches her in just the right position he can actually PICK.HER.UP.

Talk about squeeing with delight! He loves her so much and wants to tote her around so bad that every chance he gets to get her even a millimeter off the ground he is so proud of himself. Poor Jess, I swear if we had lower ceilings I'm convinced she'd be hanging upside down off of it shivering with her hair standing on end like Claude the cartoon cat on Looney Tunes.

Matter of fact, I've included this short clip to give you an idea of what goes on around here involving A2 and the cat. Keep in mind the likenesses have been changed to protect the "innocent". Jesse will be portrayed by Claude the cat and A2 will be portrayed by Frisky the pup.

Enjoy.



In between all of that I SOMEHOW manage to find the time to pull out some chicken nuggets out of the freezer to microwave for mister "I only eat things drenched with sugar" that I'm sure will either get tossed in the trash, eaten by his brother or batted around on the floor by the cat.

So if you check back on a daily basis and don't find any recent posts, pray for me because I'm probably THISCLOSE to losing my freaking mind!!

The Race is ON!

Finally, somebody took me up on my offer to lose weight with me. Thanks Daddy! I somehow knew you'd come through.

Since I'm putting this in writing you have to stick to it!

Here's the deal: Both of us want need to lose at least 25 pounds. I'm not going to put his weight on here because I'm sweet like that, but my target is 125. There can't be any cheating like starving since we want to do this the proper way and keep the weight off once it does start to come off.

The first person to reach their target weight gets a $25 iTunes gift card from the other person. That's $1 per pound. Can't beat that.

I'm doing this to feel better about myself, and to finally be able to stop bitching about not fitting into any of my clothes, he's doing this because it's doctor's orders.

Since I'd like for him to be around for another 50+ years this is a win win situation.

My personal goal is this: Choose my calories wisely and limit the amount I take in each day. I'd love to do some sort of exercise every day but that is next to impossible around here. I'll do as much as I can without having CPS come take away my children for neglect and not beat myself up about it if I can't do it one night. Or three.

Tonight I didn't get to work out because I had to walk "SOMEBODY" though the steps on how to reload their iTunes/iPod back up. That only took a couple of hours! It's all good though, I'll just make up for it Thursday.

Speaking of iPod, I'm SOOO heartbroken. I went to use mine Tuesday night and when I went to turn it on I noticed that it had a crack in the screen. A crack. In my beloved iPod. I was crushed more like it. Don't know how it happened but I wanted to throw up right then. I tried to take it back to the store but they pretty much said, "sorry 'bout your luck, we ain't helping."

It's still technically covered under the Apple warranty but since it's more of a user damage thing they aren't willing to do much about it either. Even if there was something wrong with it internally they wanted to charge me about $40 to ship it back to them so they could turn around and send me one that was refurbished. That sucks doodie balls! Who wants somebody else's busted up iPod that they had to fix??!! Not me!

I'll just stick with my busted up ghetto iPod (new name for it now, gPod). Sad thing is, I try really hard to take care of it but from the looks of it you couldn't tell. I snipped the earbuds with the yard trimmers a while back, I blogged about it somewhere around here, and since it didn't completely sever it I put clear tape around the exposed wires and then wrapped a Spongebob band-aid around that and now I have the cracked screen.

Doesn't get more ghetto than that! Oh well, at least it still plays! Plus, with the Spongebob band-aid on them, I never have to look to see if I'm sticking them in the right ears. The left one is the screwed up one. Doesn't take a genius to remember that. Thank goodness.

Back to the topic at hand. For the record, I was down to 146 over the weekend, but tonight while on the phone with my counterpart, I came in at 148. It's going to take a lot of discipline to really stick to it this time for the both of us, but someone said not too long ago that if you TRULY want to change you can.

Good luck Daddy. But I can't wait to get my $25 iTunes card!

What I'm listening to right now on the gPod: Madonna's La Isla Bonita.

It's too late to edit so once again, point and laugh at any mistakes.