Progress

So, I've been organizing. What've you been doing?

Oh guess what? The brother-in-law came up to spend the weekend. They have a Wii Fit and I'm officially jealous and WANT ONE SO BAD!! Have you tried this thing? It was so much fun and guess who was the ONLY one over 13 and in the NORMAL BMI range....that would be me!!

I've discovered that yoga just might be my thing...hula hooping, not so much.

You may not hear from me for a day or ten because I'm going to tackle the play room starting tomorrow. I'll try to do some before and after shots so you can see just what's going on in there. It isn't pretty.

I didn't think I was ever going to get through A2's room but I did and it looks so fabulous in there. There is so much extra room in his closet right now that I'm seriously thinking about taking my book that I'm almost finished reading and hiding out in there. NOBODY would ever think to look for me in there....muuhhahahaha.

My yard sale holding area is filling up with junk fast and I've still got a long time to go and a lot of shit to sort through! Saturday the husband went through and actually decided to part with some of his older than dirt clothes and I was so proud of him. I seriously considered flashing him, with the good boob no less (shut up, you know you got one that looks better than the other), while he was down there working but decided against it. He didn't need the distraction and I didn't need him pawing all over me since we were expecting the family to roll in any minute.

I've got to go work out now. I didn't do it on Friday after I swore that I would. Real shocker there huh? It has to count for something that I've been working my ass off around here and not sitting on the couch or am I reaching on that one? I played on the Wii Fit for over an hour on Saturday night. I know that has to count for something. My calf "muscles?" were so sore all day yesterday and even some today. Matter of fact, my right one is still pretty darn sore right now. I've either been that active or I'm that out of shape. We don't have to hash it out right now.

Oh well, I ain't going to lose those last 13 pounds just by wishing them away. Have a good week if I don't make it back!

Proofreading.....it's overrated

Excuse me, can you tell me where this ENTIRE week has gotten off to because it can't be Friday again already? Time flies when you're being productive. Who would have ever thought that!

I have spent this entire week, well except for most of the day on Monday when I went and hung out with Friend 1, cleaning out and organizing stuff and the sad thing is that it's all been in one room...mine. Never in my dreams would I have thought we had so much crap shoved here and there and everywhere in that one area of our house. I've decided that my husband's packrattery has rubbed off on me and that is not acceptable. I'm on top of it now and all that shoving shit all over just to get it out of site is so over. Memba when I said something about finding Old Navy bags in the closet, well I found more under the bed, in my nightstand, in my panty drawer and even a couple shoved under my armour. I even found a couple that had a Gap or an Aeropostale bag stuffed inside it. It felt good to throw all of that out along with about a zillion other things I no longer needed.

July 26th is the date I've picked for my Yard Sale. I have to be held accountable now too because I sent out an email soliciting my neighbors to join me and several have already committed. I can't peter out like I've been known to do in the past when I get something started. This yard sale thing is a must. So now - It's officially on! The neighbors are even talking about having a BBQ afterwards. My cleaning the house is snowballing into a major neighborhood event. Love it.

I'm going into A2's room today and then on to the playroom. That's the room I am dreading like the plague. I'm pretty certain we have saved every single toy we have ever purchased for A1 in his 13 years of life and the last 8 years worth are in there. I'm starting to see a pattern of excess in just about everything we do. You'd think with all the toys we have of A1's that we wouldn't have to ever buy A2 anything but that wouldn't fit into our sickness. Buying A2 53 of the individual Cars the Movie cars is more like it and now that he is into Thomas the Tank we've bought him 8 engines so far and we're looking for Henry and Gordon because those are the two he says he "needs" now. Really all I'm doing is clearing out and making room for more junk. I'm starting to think a trip to see Dr. Phil is in our future.

Gah, I just went back and read what I've written so far and I must say it's not even remotely interesting. I can feel my readership dwindling as I continue to type but since I'm already this far into it I may as well keep going!

I'mma talk about something else now beside my clutter! I've stuck to taking my pills on a daily basis quite nicely. I think I've only forgotten once and had to take one about an hour and a half later than I usually take them. Still no real side effects which makes me very happy. I did forget to take a vitamin on Wednesday of this week and when I took one on Thursday I did notice that it make me feel a little nauseous but nothing serious.

Went and had my teeth cleaned yesterday and I have to say I hate that with the force of a thousand tidal waves. It's not that I don't like going to the dentist it's just that I hate going to this guy. He's the ONLY dentist that is covered in our plan so it's him or nothing. You're suppose to go every six months and I usually make it once a year just because this fucker is rough. He has no concept whatsoever of being gentle when he is scraping that thing around your teeth and the flossing is brutal. He flossed my teeth yesterday and I swear it wasn't til about 9 last night that my damn teeth stopped being sore. His roughness isn't really the worst of it either, I can live with the pain. The worst part is that he insists on sitting with his legs spread eagle while bent over peering into my mouth that his pecker is no less than about a centimeter from my ear and when he leans in to look up top I swear he's rubbing his junk across my shoulder. Turn sideways you assbag, you'll get the same view! My husband swears he never does that when he goes and I begged him to go with me yesterday but he had to travel to one of the sub offices and couldn't do it.

Father's day is coming up and I'm torn between getting something for my husband or being stubborn and not doing anything at all. Nope, I'm not mad at him for anything it's just that for Mother's day he didn't even say Happy Mother's Day to me and I didn't get a gift "from" A2. Not because he was being an ass or anything but because he seriously doesn't think about doing stuff like that. He isn't big into giving gifts and constantly tells us not to get stuff for him. So, I don't know what to do. He's weird.

We put our pool up last weekend so we'll probably just hang out around here this weekend and grill some burgers. I'll get in the pool now because it's still clear and the water hasn't turned to sludge. We've got one of those pools that looks like a witches pot and after the first month it's no longer fun and more like a health hazard to get into the stupid thing. We try to keep it cleaned and the chemicals in it but it never fails to get down right gross after that first little bit. Something about stepping into a giant slime pit just doesn't do it for me.

I put my bikini on last weekend and although it didn't look pretty it didn't look as bad as it has (read: didn't make me want to hurl my entire days worth of food into the toilet and the sides didn't wedge themselves so deep into my hips that it took the jaws of life to remove it). I haven't worked out at all this week. I've been so busy cleaning up and doing other stuff that I'm exhausted by the time I would normally go down there and opt out every time. I don't feel too bad about it though because since I've actually been doing stuff this week I've still managed to maintain my 138. It sucks that it's not going down but I'm going to go down there today no matter what. I need the stress relief if nothing else. I've just got to figure out a balance between cleaning, playing with the kids, entertaining the husband, sitting on my ass AND trying to workout. What I need to do is whip out my highlighters and create a chart. I've got just enough OCD in me that if I create something color coded then I'll stick to it. I'm weird.

Here's something I just want to test out on whoever is reading this. I'm hosting a Pampered Chef catalog party and if you are interested you can email me and I could send you the link. The good thing about it is that you don't have to give ME any of YOUR personal information. You just place an order directly through the site and they ship it out to you. I've got it set up through one of my MOPS (moms of preschoolers) friends so no one would get MY personal information either. The more people that place an order the better chance I get to snag some free stuff. Right now I get nothing free because although I've had a couple of super awesome people place an order, out of 86 only 4 have done it. It's open until the 30th I think.

I'm off to get more done. It actually makes me feel good to see my progress even though no one else in this household appreciates it. My goal for the day is to put the finishing touches on my room, clean out A2's room, organize the pantry, and watch at least two episodes of season five of Charmed since they FINALLY made it around to it during the afternoons on TNT. I had seen every episode through season four and have been checking and checking for when they would come to season five since it was apparent my sister in law wasn't going to chuck out for the next few seasons on DVD. I'm actually almost at the end of season five because I think season six starts next week. This series is definitely going on the Christmas list. I love it.

I'm not one to go out and buy a lot of series but the ones I have I watch them over and over and love them so much. I can't justify buying it to only watch it once and be done with it. I own the complete Sex and the City and have watched it at least three times all the way through. I own all but the last Seinfeld and have watched it twice. I just got Will and Grace and I'm going to start on it as soon as I can find a free minute. I haven't gotten all of them though. I've got seasons 1-3 and then 5-6. I can't find season four and I'm too cheap to pay $30 for season seven. I'll get that one when they put it on sale or ask for it for my birthday. I'm really not watching that much TV these days because there just isn't anything on. I'm still patiently waiting for Big Brother to start and whenever I work out I usually catch up on the Real World then. Right now Charmed is all I have to look forward to.

Enjoy your Friday the 13th - I'm not very superstitious so it's just another day to me. But since I'm refusing to go back and proofread this, don't make me sic my friend here on you for making fun of all my mistakes!!


Who wouldn't shit their pants if they saw this guy coming towards them??!!

"And Knowing Is Half The Battle"

Hello.

My name is DeeDee....

and apparently I have a fucking shopping addiction!

Drugs of choice - Old Navy, Gap, The Limited, and apparently at one time Ralph Lauren and Guess.

If you can seriously point me to the nearest shopaholics anonymous I would greatly appreciate it. I may be a few minutes late because I would need to stop off and grab a cute shirt to wear but I'd look good for my entry and probably only pay $2 for it because if I'm nothing else I'm at least a bargain shopper! Never ever ever pay full price for something when it will be on sale in less than two weeks. (That's for you Friend 1!)

Back on track, I have never in my life seen so many freaking clothes and I'm not even kidding. Sad thing is, I'm only talking about clothes that I own and not everybody else that dwells beneath this roof. About the only person who comes close to owning as many clothes as I do in this house is A2 and that is of no fault of his own. A1 would have been close in the running but he yelled at me a couple of years ago for buying him clothes all the time so now I only buy for him when he goes with and that is once in a blue moon because he HATES to go shopping with me. Can't understand why?! Ungrateful cuss!

I've gone through so much stuff that I'm sitting here pretty much ashamed of the amount of money, albeit nothing was bought at full price, I've spent for really no good reason. I've gone through clothes that I've hung on to for YEARS but they still look brand new because I like to think I take good care of my stuff but my husband says they look brand new because I probably only wore each outfit once before trotting out to buy a new one or it got lost in the shuffle of everything else and I forgot about even having it.

Don't you dare tell him I said this but maybe he's on to something. I know for a fact that I folded up at least two or three shirts and skirts that I've never had on my body other than when I brought them home to try on because I hate dressing rooms. I folded up a couple pairs of shorts that I bought at the peak of my fat assedness in the size that I wished I was at the time and I've yet to squeeze the caboose into them yet. I'm close though, prolly another couple pounds and I can actually wear them but that's not the point. The point is I bought them at the time when I knew I couldn't wear them and that was just stupid even though they may have only cost $5 or less.

If I had a table set up with nothing but tank tops and t-shirts for sale right now and sold each one for $1 I would be sitting on no less than $300 and I haven't even cleaned off the shelf in my closet or the two drawers in my bedroom yet. This crap came out of a mule chest and out of drawers in the bedroom downstairs. Downstairs! Where I would never go to get a shirt to wear! My bed is currently littered with the the first bit of t-shirts that I have to go through today and I'm looking at at least a good couple hours just folding them all because all I did was rake them off the shelf and toss them on the bed. It took about six trips from the bed to the closet to get them all in there.

All kidding aside, I'm pretty sure I do have a serious underlying problem that compels me to shop for shit I don't need. I know for a fact that I do it whenever I'm pissed at the husband, whenever I'm feeling fat and ugly, whenever I'm stressed, whenever Friend 1 or Friend 2 calls to say they are going, whenever I see a SALE dot in the window, whenever I get my free $10 coupon and definitely whenever I get my Stuff and Save bag. This can pretty much be summed up as every single time I get into my car and leave my house.

Sad thing is that I know I've hidden some of my purchases from the husband because while pulling all of my 1,000 pairs of jeans off of the tall shelf in the closet I found at least 6 Old Navy bags wadded up and stuffed either in between pairs or behind a stack. What is the deal? He will ask me if something I have on is new and I can more than likely stretch the truth and say no because while it may technically be new in the fact that I haven't worn it before, I more than likely purchased it a month or so ago and crammed it in with the rest of my stuff.

I do the same thing with stuff for A2. I buy him t-shirts and wait at least a few weeks before I put them on him and when asked if they are new I say can say nope he's had it a while and feel no shame in that. Gah, I feel dirty just admitting all this shit.

I'm also feeling a little panicky too because now I'm going to feel guilty the next time I go into Old Navy because admitting you have a problem is the first step. Check. Done that. Continuing to do the same thing in the hopes of a different result is just insane. Ooh, here's where I may be in trouble. Is it possible for me to drive by Old Navy and not pull into the parking lot? Could I possibly walk in and just browse without making a single purchase, kind of like weaning myself off? I'm going to have to do something though. This is ridiculous!

I wish I were exaggerating but I'm really not.

Here's my challenge to myself. Listen up self: Since my last purchase at Old Navy was when we went out to visit the new 'hood (and sadly it is STILL in the bag - shows how much I didn't need it) I have not been back. I am going to challenge myself to NOT GO INSIDE OLD NAVY or GAP FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH OF JUNE. I did go into Gap this past Sunday and spend $27 but that was on a baby gift for the lady next door who just had the cutest little baby girl on the planet! I didn't buy anything for myself or A2.

But anyway, I need NOTHING. A2 needs NOTHING. A1 can manage (especially if he just washes his fucking dirty clothes already!!). Besides, he doesn't shop Old Navy or Gap anymore, and the husband still wears his shit from 1987 so there is NO REASON WHATSOEVER for me to go inside either place or spend one red cent.

Can I do it? I don't know, I feel the jitters setting in right now so it's seriously going to be hard!

What can I reward myself with?

A shopping spree to Old Na.....no, wait, fuck, how 'bout a great big WAY TO GO for not being Old Navy's bitch for once!

**Edited to add: I've put off folding the t-shirts for now and opted to do the jeans/capri/shorts first and it's pretty apparent that if it comes in army green and has fucking cargo pockets on it somewhere...I own it. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. **