08.19.08
A Little Equation…
Three Queen sized beds.
Two bedrooms.
One pull out couch…
All filled.
And…
young bodies, strewn across the floor in sleeping bags…
Equals…
NO FREAKING SEX FOR PARENTS.
Just sayin…
And by the way, whoever invented pull out couches…
and millipedes…
are in league with the Devil and should be shot on sight…
08.17.08
Basic Diet Do’s And Don’ts…or…How I Managed To Gain Weight…
I started Weight Watchers last weekend. Today marked one week.
One week of trying to not eat sugar.
One week of trying to not eat too many carbs.
One week of COUNTING POINTS.
And…I screwed up.
I gained a pound. I know…it could be worse. I could have gained 1 1/2 pounds. WHATEVER!!
But during this week, I made some diet discoveries that I’m going to share with you. I want to insure that you, my wonderful, dear, sweet friends, don’t screw up. Yep, that’s me…always looking out for those I love.
Do: By all means, buy those 100 calorie snack bags.
Don’t: Under any circumstances, eat all 6 or 8 packages in one day. That…is bad. Very, very bad.
Do: By all means, buy those yummy cinnamon chip, low fat, 70 calorie scones from that coffee place with the creepy lady.
Don’t: Under ANY circumstances…trust that they are low fat OR 70 calories. No matter what. And don’t…eat more than one…that…is bad. Very, very bad.
Do: Eat plenty of veggies and fruit. Fiber is a wonderful thing.
Don’t: Take your dance class on days that you ingested too much fiber. That…is bad. Very, very bad. Especially for the other dance students…just sayin.
Do: Drink lots of water. Tons of water.
Don’t: Count diet Coke as water. And…don’t drink most of your water intake close to your bed time. You’ll either a) not wake up in time while you are dreaming that you are peeing or b) you’ll be up all night peeing…only, not in your bed. (NO…I did NOT pee in my bed but…it was an exceptionally close call)
Do: Write down EVERYTHING you stick in your mouth. Well…maybe not EVERYTHING…after all, some things are waaaaaay too much info.
Don’t: Forget to write down EVERYTHING that you put in your mouth (except that). Because…you need to keep track of your points. And, if you neglect to write down the copious amounts of pistachios or the 7th and 8th package of 100 calorie chip ahoy cookies…it’s just going to sabotage your diet endeavor.
Do: Make sure you get plenty of exercises. Every day. At least 1/2 hour. Minimum.
Don’t: Skip the exercise. Especially on days that you eat too many of those aforementioned scones. Because, that’s a pound just waiting to happen.
Do: Keep trying.
Don’t Give up.
Do: Want to lose those 15 or so pounds.
Don’t: Eat the shit anymore!!
Well…I hope that my failure is your success. Unless of course, you are naturally skinny. Because then…well…eat all you want. BITCH!!
BTW…I will have my computer with me. I’m leaving tomorrow. And…THEY HAVE INTERNET!!! I just won’t have time to Plurk…sigh…there goes the hard earned karma.
08.15.08
And The Winner Is…
There where some seriously creative names!! Thank you…everyone who came up with these names. Thank you…everyone who voted!!
The polls are now CLOSED.
And the winner is…
Knot Just Purses…by my wonderful friend Janet from Adventures In the 32 Acker Woods.
Janet…send me an email with your address so I can send out your specially made bag!! Congratulations honey!!!! MWAH!
OK…
I’m leaving town on Monday. Until Friday. I’m bringing my laptop with me, in hopes of internet connection. Please…let there be internet connection!!
If there isn’t connection. And I can’t post…sob…
Have a wonderful week. sniffle…I’ll miss you. sniffle…I’ll think of you while I’m away. sob…dabbing eyes with tissue…blowing nose into sleeve…
Love ya!!
08.14.08
Lessons Taught and Learned in the Kingdom…
Once upon a time, there was a very pretty, very sweet little princess. But…she was also very, very irresponsible…not to mention exceptionally spoiled.
This pretty, sweet and irresponsible and spoiled princess lived in a relatively small castle…compared to other castles in the neighboring areas. She lived with her Father…the wanna-be King and her Evil Step-Mother…the true ruler. She also had a few prince-type brothers and a major princess sister.
One day, this pretty, sweet and irresponsible and spoiled princess announced that she wanted, needed and HAD TO HAVE…an iPod shuffle. It was of the utmost importance that she fit in with all the other princes and princesses that lived in the surrounding areas, with whom she went to prince and princess academy.
So this princess started begging her DADDY and her Evil Step-Mother. Begging, pleading, crying…for an iPod shuffle…
Her Evil Step-Mother, the reigning Queen Supreme…crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head…there was no way that she was going to spend the precious gold coins on an iPod, which would surely be lost within the week.
The King, who wisely took signs from the Queen…also told his darling yet irresponsible princess…no.
So, the princess got on the royal phone and called a number within the serfdom…to her birth Mothers residence in her birth Grandmothers basement. Where she spoke to her birth Mommy about the injustices that the King and Reigning Queen Supreme have caused upon her. She cried and begged and pleaded her case…that she was in desperate need of an iPod shuffle…and would her darling serf Mommy please get her one…immediately, if not sooner.
And, out of guilt for not keeping her children and giving them away to their father…she did as her pretty, sweet, irresponsible and spoiled daughter demanded…and ran and bought her the iPod shuffle.
The princess was so excited when she came home from a serf-style dinner with her mother…and showed off her iPod shuffle. No one cared.
But, her Evil Step-Mother said, under her breath of course…I give it less than 6 months.
And sure enough…
less than 6 months later…
this pretty, sweet, irresponsible and spoiled princess was seen running around the castle…crying piteously. Asking anyone and everyone if they had seen her iPod shuffle. No one had.
And the Evil Step-Mother smirked to herself.
Two years later…the iPod shuffle is still missing.
And now, the irresponsible, spoiled, pretty and sweet princess has decided that, since her sweet, pretty, RESPONSIBLE, and spoiled little sister received a brand new, bells and whistles iPod Nano…for a LATE birthday present…IN LIEU OF a birthday party…
That she needs and MUST HAVE…
and brand new, with all the bells and whistles…iPod Nano…for no apparent reason except ” I waaaaannnnnt one.”
So…she begged her Wicked, Evil and Horrible Step-Mother if she could have one. And the Evil, Vile and Wicked Horrible Step-Mother crossed her arms over her chest, cackled and told her pretty, sweet,irresponsible and spoiled step-daughter princess…NO.
And then, she begged her Father the wanna-be King…who took queues from his beloved wife…and he said NO.
And then she tried to get hold of her mother, the serf, who was out laying pipe in the field…but she couldn’t get hold of her.
So…
This spoiled, irresponsible, pretty and sweet princess…called the Wicked Witch…her grandmother…
who came over on her black Cadillac Broom…
took her poor, sweet, pretty, neglected granddaughter, the little princess…
to the store. And bought her a BRAND NEW, WITH ALL THE BELLS AND WHISTLES…iPOD NANO…for no apparent reason except…
her poor, sweet, pretty, neglected granddaughter, the little princess…
WAAAAAAANNNNNNNTED ONE!
And the Wicked Witch Grandmother…loves to piss off the Wicked and Evil Step-Mother.
Moral of the story 1:
The Reigning Queen Supreme…really has NO say in the matter, when it comes to her step prince and princess.
Moral of the story 2: lessons learned…you can get anything you want. you can lose it. and someone will ALWAYS replace it for you!
Life is wonderful in the Kingdom.
Update: the pretty, sweet, irresponsible and spoiled princess came home with a black, bells and whistles, brand new iPod Nano. And she showed it to her evil stepmother. And her evil stepmother told her princess how disgusted she is with the whole situation. And how disgusted about the lessons she is learning. And the evil, vile and very wicked step-mother told her princess that…if she loses this iPod…then she will banish her to the dungeons…FOREVER!!
08.13.08
Rock And Vote…
The poll is up. Over there…on the side bar. I don’t think I did it right so…you have to click on it and it will take you to the poll. Where…you vote for the name you think I should go with for the business…
I just got an offer for free business cards…so I can’t wait to see what name I’m putting on them!!!
MWAH!!!
Thank YOU!!!
08.12.08
Wordless Wednesday and Thursday 13…Ta-dah!!! Killing Two Birds With One Stone!
Finally…the purses!! And here they are. Click to enlarge. Any questions…let me know. Thanks for being patient!!! I promised my hubby favors so…he acted quick…FINALLY!! XOXO
The One Where You Say “Oh, That Is So Sad!”
You know…I’ve made it very known, of how horrid my relationship is with my husbands family. I can, with a clear conscious, claim no wrong doings…aside from marrying into this family.
And you also know that my husband and I had our own child together. Despite the fact that we each had two from a previous marriage…the we had full custody of.
So, with that being said…
My son watches his brother and sister, my husbands older two, get picked up by their grandmother…Bubbie. If he is lucky, he’ll get a pat on the head. But most of the time, he gets a view of her nostrils as she is turning her nose up to him…which is unbelievable, in and of itself to me. Or even better, a profile view as she’s backing the car out of the driveway…her completely avoiding even catching his eye…GUILT.
Lately, the 4 y/o has been asking a lot of questions. I’ve written about that. But…it doesn’t stop. I’ve called a cease fire and waved the white flag…to no avail. The bombardment continues.
Very recently, he has been questioning relationships. Specifically, grandparents.
Despite the fact that he hardly ever sees my parents…he knows that my mom is his Nana and my dad…his Papa.
And, despite the fact that he hardly ever sees my husbands grandmother…he knows that she is his Grandma.
But this is where the sickness of the family dynamics is clearly apparent…
When my son…my husbands youngest child…sibling equally to my children and my husbands children… the tie that binds…asks me…
“Mommy, is J and S’s Bubbie my grandmother, too?”
And despite my reluctance…because quite frankly, her rejection of my son has, in my opinion, not earned her the title of Bubbie…not to him…
I have to say yes. I have to tell him that this woman who wants NOTHING to do with this child…is his Grandmother…his Bubbie…
So say it with me…
“That is so sad!!”
And, due to this woman, the rest of the family…my husbands siblings and their children…show no interest in him. The are only interested in his “original” two.
So we…meaning, me and my THREE children…do not go to any of my husbands family events. Not anymore. It’s not worth it.
They aren’t going to ever like me. They aren’t going to ever like my children. Whether we are there or not…it’s NOT going to ever change the dynamics.
They suck. And that…is so sad!!
So, on a lighter note…you have tonight to put in your ideas for my little crochet business name. And then, I’m going to have a list tomorrow that you can vote on…
The one who came up with the winning name wins a handmade purse…by little ole me…the rejected family member.
So…give me ideas…PLEASE!!
08.11.08
I’ve Lost All Sense Of Decency…
This is a little conversation that took place in my car today between my husband and my son…
Son: Daddy, did you know that I came out of Mommy’s vagina?
Daddy: Yep. I saw you come out.
Son: But Daddy…how did I get IN Mommy’s vagina?
Daddy: wanted to say this so badly…I came IN Mommy’s vagina. But instead…he changed the subject. Smooth. Really smooth.
Oh, I know that this is so beneath my sense of decorum but…I found this to be HILARIOUS. And, very blogworthy, might I add.
OK…names people. Scroll down. Read the post about the contest…and use your creative juices!! Because I don’t have any!!
XOXO
08.10.08
It’s Weigh Worse Than I Thought…
And no, that’s not a misspelling…it’s a little play on words…because I’m so clever (gag).
OK…the long short of it. I’ve gained weight. Last year at this time…size 6, thankyouverymuch. This year…at this time…elastic waist bands because I’m too scared to try anything on. Yep…I’m so proud.
Well…I DID quit smoking. And…I did start dancing (think muscle tone, people). So…maybe that accounts for some of it. And…don’t forget my addiction to Wii fit (because, it seems I did)…but I still have some stomach muscles to prove that I did the hula hooping. Oh yeah…and don’t forget the couple of yoga poses that I learned for it, too!!
BUT SERIOUSLY…
I’m 20 pounds heavier than I was back in March 2007.
20 flipping pounds!!
So, I declared a state of emergency…
and I joined Weight Watchers this morning. With…an unnamed cousin who I love and adore and am so excited that we are sinking in the same boat are doing this together!! Because nothing spells losing weight quickly than some fierce competition.
I bought the 12 week plan. Perhaps I’ll actually do it this time…because I sunk some serious dough into it…or not. No…I WILL…lose weight. Because, quite frankly…
I refuse to buy new clothes…especially with elastic waistbands…
so, I need to lose weight by the fall because I don’t fit into any of my fall clothes, either…
and If I don’t lose the weight…I’ll either have to wear tank tops and skirts (with elastic waist bands)…or I’ll have to go NAKED…
And trust me…no one wants to see me naked…
but, it might actually help Michigans overweight problem if I’m walking around streaking…because, it’s an appetite suppressant…
OK…
Off to shop for my flex plan foods…
Wish me luck…unless you are overweight and live in Michigan…
And don’t forget…come up with a winning name for my crochet business and win a rocking awesome purse…that I made…with my sticky, slimy fingers…














