I love Amazon. If I could, I would marry Amazon, and we would have several reasonably priced children in every available size and color. Last night, when I got home from work, waiting there on the porch was yet another package from my amazonian true love. You see, Amazon is thoughtful that way. Every time I visit, a few days later I find this wonderful surprise on my porch. It's like magic. But in the cool magic kind of way, not the scare the crap out of you magic, like curses and hexes and things of that nature. Last night, I ripped open the box and found the wonderfulest of all wonderful wonders...the DDR2Max and dance pad! Bisous put me on to this in her recent postings on Diva's message board and she's right. It rocks. I have never laughed so hard or looked so foolish as I did last night. Oh God, I HOPE I've never looked that foolish, cuz I gotta say I looked pretty damn foolish. I do believe it will take a couple of days before I figure the whole thing out, but I was doing cardio that was fun, and you just don't find that every day of the week, you know what I'm saying? We're giving ourselves a month to practice, and then we're having a dance off...me and two of my kids...If they win, I have to clean both their rooms, organize them, and sort through all their toys and clothes, etc....and if I win, they have to wash my truck, inside and out. I will practice night and day if I have to...I WILL NOT LOSE TO A 7 YEAR OLD!
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Pure sin in a little plastic tube
Oh the humanity. Just when I thought I was doing so well with staying away from the sweets, this morning when I stopped at the local gas station to get my first diet coke of the day, I found the most wonderful, terrible treat....candy coated, chocolate covered, sunflower seeds. Sweet and salt and oh so yummy.
I have a new friend at Fusion Labs. His website looks like it's just a cover for the more *ahem* scientific side of body building, but he gets all the protein powders and mrp's and stuff too, and he wrote me this great long email rating all the newest pro powders on taste and quality. Mostly because I was asking if he's ever tried Fruity Whey, because I didn't want to buy it if it tasted like crap. It was really sweet of him to reply and give me the heads up on other, better tasting options. Of course, I'll have to sample some stuff for myself, since I never believe anyone when it comes to mrp's and protein...there's nothing worse then buying a 6# tub because someone else likes it and then you get it and it tastes like a combination of dirt and ground up multi-vitamens.
I played tennis with my son, and I have to say that playing with a hyper 7 year old is pretty darn close to HIIT. His accuracy leaves a little to be desired, so I spent 1 and 1/2 hours running back and forth over three different courts trying to return his volley. More fun then a treadmill, and a little time out in the fresh air that's so horribly lacking at my 8-5 daily grind. Gotta love it.
I have a new friend at Fusion Labs. His website looks like it's just a cover for the more *ahem* scientific side of body building, but he gets all the protein powders and mrp's and stuff too, and he wrote me this great long email rating all the newest pro powders on taste and quality. Mostly because I was asking if he's ever tried Fruity Whey, because I didn't want to buy it if it tasted like crap. It was really sweet of him to reply and give me the heads up on other, better tasting options. Of course, I'll have to sample some stuff for myself, since I never believe anyone when it comes to mrp's and protein...there's nothing worse then buying a 6# tub because someone else likes it and then you get it and it tastes like a combination of dirt and ground up multi-vitamens.
I played tennis with my son, and I have to say that playing with a hyper 7 year old is pretty darn close to HIIT. His accuracy leaves a little to be desired, so I spent 1 and 1/2 hours running back and forth over three different courts trying to return his volley. More fun then a treadmill, and a little time out in the fresh air that's so horribly lacking at my 8-5 daily grind. Gotta love it.
Friday, August 20, 2004
Best Laid Plans
Oy. I've been "planning" on eating right and working out for the last 4 days.
Monday I was all hyped up because I worked out and felt great, and was determined to stick with it. Of course everytime that happens, there are suddenly obstacles jumping out from everywhere that conspire to keep me from following through. One of these days I'm just going to have to find a way to make myself number one. One of these days I'll find the strength to say "no" to the people that insist I do things their way and on their schedule. One of these days I'll decide that my health and happiness is worth the little trouble packing my meals beforehand entails. One of these days I'll manage to get all 6 meals in, instead of binging on junk food at night because I'm starving from forgetting to eat all day. One of these days I'll drink a glass of water instead of diet coke. One of these days I'll take a few extra minutes at lunch to go to the gym. One of these days I'll learn to fly.
Monday I was all hyped up because I worked out and felt great, and was determined to stick with it. Of course everytime that happens, there are suddenly obstacles jumping out from everywhere that conspire to keep me from following through. One of these days I'm just going to have to find a way to make myself number one. One of these days I'll find the strength to say "no" to the people that insist I do things their way and on their schedule. One of these days I'll decide that my health and happiness is worth the little trouble packing my meals beforehand entails. One of these days I'll manage to get all 6 meals in, instead of binging on junk food at night because I'm starving from forgetting to eat all day. One of these days I'll drink a glass of water instead of diet coke. One of these days I'll take a few extra minutes at lunch to go to the gym. One of these days I'll learn to fly.
Thursday, August 19, 2004
note to self:
When one wears the same jeans that have previously split at the seam on the inner thigh, after one quickly throws a few stitches in the seam by hand, and the said stitches pop at work when squatting down to lift a box, one should not try to staple the seam back together while in the ladies room because 1. you look like a total ass when someone walks in, and 2. the staples will not hold and then will poke you in your thigh fat.
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
One...Two...Kick-Ball-Change!
36 pounds yet to lose (in clothes with shoes on)
Breakfast: reese’s peanut butter sticks (4); diet coke; handful of chex mix (cheddar flavor)
And I wonder why I’m fat.
Went to Jazzercize Monday night for the first time ever. I was happy to see there was nary a leg-warmer in sight. “kick-ball-change…WHOOO” It was actually fun. No, really, it was. Will I go back? I’d say no. Not because it wasn’t a good cardio workout, on the contrary, I was huffing and puffing, but because it’s pretty pricey. $7.00 a class seems like a lot to me. I could pay $85 for two months, but for someone who works full time and has four kids, I’d be LUCKY to make it to 2 classes a week, and, frankly, I don’t have $85 to spare right now. I did a walk through at the local Bally’s yesterday at lunch…they’ve been trying to get me to come back, since years and years ago when I had more money than brains I bought a membership that I never ever, not even once, used. Once it was finally paid off, I cancelled it, because I had never, ever, not even once used it, and by then I was a little smarter and a little poorer and didn’t feel like throwing the annual fee right out the window anymore. But now, I’m a whole lot smarter (I like to think), and a whole lot poorer, and a whole lot sick of not fitting into anything cute and fun. The current offer is to come back for $8 a month, and I figure, you just can’t beat that. If I get to the gym twice a week, that’s a dollar a visit, and I’m sure I can find somewhere to cut that dollar from my budget elsewhere…say, from the reese’s peanut butter sticks, for example.
They’ve upgraded their facility and it has a lap pool (like I’ll EVER be seen in a bathing suit in my current condition), a running track, a bunch of machines, and a separate free weight room. Plus an aerobics room which, disturbingly enough, is composed of ALL mirrored walls. I shudder at the thought.
So that’s what I’m doing. My mind is made up. Oh, and if I don’t go to the gym twice a week, somebody slap me.
Breakfast: reese’s peanut butter sticks (4); diet coke; handful of chex mix (cheddar flavor)
And I wonder why I’m fat.
Went to Jazzercize Monday night for the first time ever. I was happy to see there was nary a leg-warmer in sight. “kick-ball-change…WHOOO” It was actually fun. No, really, it was. Will I go back? I’d say no. Not because it wasn’t a good cardio workout, on the contrary, I was huffing and puffing, but because it’s pretty pricey. $7.00 a class seems like a lot to me. I could pay $85 for two months, but for someone who works full time and has four kids, I’d be LUCKY to make it to 2 classes a week, and, frankly, I don’t have $85 to spare right now. I did a walk through at the local Bally’s yesterday at lunch…they’ve been trying to get me to come back, since years and years ago when I had more money than brains I bought a membership that I never ever, not even once, used. Once it was finally paid off, I cancelled it, because I had never, ever, not even once used it, and by then I was a little smarter and a little poorer and didn’t feel like throwing the annual fee right out the window anymore. But now, I’m a whole lot smarter (I like to think), and a whole lot poorer, and a whole lot sick of not fitting into anything cute and fun. The current offer is to come back for $8 a month, and I figure, you just can’t beat that. If I get to the gym twice a week, that’s a dollar a visit, and I’m sure I can find somewhere to cut that dollar from my budget elsewhere…say, from the reese’s peanut butter sticks, for example.
They’ve upgraded their facility and it has a lap pool (like I’ll EVER be seen in a bathing suit in my current condition), a running track, a bunch of machines, and a separate free weight room. Plus an aerobics room which, disturbingly enough, is composed of ALL mirrored walls. I shudder at the thought.
So that’s what I’m doing. My mind is made up. Oh, and if I don’t go to the gym twice a week, somebody slap me.
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
okay. first, divaquest needs to get the hell out of my brain. Not only did she re-live the horror of the split seam on the favorite jeans, as detailed in my july 2nd blog entry, but now I find out that she also quotes her fellow bloggers, refering to them as "this girl I know" or "this friend of mine". I swear I thought I was the only one that did that. I've always felt like I was a little bit twisted, having to know what was going on in the lives of complete strangers and then talking about them like they're my long lost pals from elementary school. Glad to know I'm not alone.
It's actually a little sad that I have more blog "friends" then actual flesh and blood ones. I guess I get so busy with work and kids and husband and pets and stupid responsibilities that it's easier for me to maintain my imaginary "relationships" online then actually be accountable in person. A part of me knows that these people with the blogs I obsessively read aren't going to get mad at me if I'm a no-show today or even this week. If I feel like hiding in the house and not talking to anyone, they don't even know I'm gone, and they're always happy to fill me in on what I missed when I return. I can show up to chat in my sweats and bare feet and they don't call me a hoosier. I can catch up on the day's adventures during the commercials of my favorite shows and they don't yell at me to pay attention to what they're saying. I can fart right in front of them and not be embarrased. It's a beautiful thing.
It's actually a little sad that I have more blog "friends" then actual flesh and blood ones. I guess I get so busy with work and kids and husband and pets and stupid responsibilities that it's easier for me to maintain my imaginary "relationships" online then actually be accountable in person. A part of me knows that these people with the blogs I obsessively read aren't going to get mad at me if I'm a no-show today or even this week. If I feel like hiding in the house and not talking to anyone, they don't even know I'm gone, and they're always happy to fill me in on what I missed when I return. I can show up to chat in my sweats and bare feet and they don't call me a hoosier. I can catch up on the day's adventures during the commercials of my favorite shows and they don't yell at me to pay attention to what they're saying. I can fart right in front of them and not be embarrased. It's a beautiful thing.
Saturday, July 31, 2004
off the beaten path
Lately I've been taking the back roads home from work. It's not any faster, in fact it probably takes me 5 or 10 more minutes to my driveway, but I hate to sit in traffic, so I've been avoiding the interstate. Anyway, I've probably taken the back roads for the last 12 trips home from work, and it's kind of nice. Long, winding roads with little or no other cars...corn fields and horse pastures. Farm houses dotting the landscape. It's pretty, and it helps me unwind. by the time I get home I'm relaxed and calm and far far from the stressed out work "me". Last night, as I was driving home, I saw, for the first time, an entire field of blooming sunflowers tucked in between two corn fields and set back a little way from the road. It was so beautiful, I almost turned around to see it again. 12 nights I've driven past it and never seen it, but you can bet I'll be looking forward to seeing it again come monday.
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Did you ever notice that when people talk about God, they just call him God, but when people talk about the devil, it’s always “the” devil? It’s like God is that nice boy you knew in college that held your hair back when you puked and God’s like “hey, you got a little on my shoe, but you said you’re sorry, so let’s just get you home safe and we’ll pretend it never happened”. But the devil’s like that really arrogant and annoying frat boy that talks about himself in the third person. And the devil’s like “hey Todd, The Devil’s goin’ on a beer run…you up?” , and his buddy says “yeah dude, The Todd’s totally up for that.”
I have no idea why I thought about that today. Just the kind of crazy shit my brain comes up with.
So I’m having one of those days when I just don’t feel like doing anything. There’s approximately 754 tons of crap on my desk and it all needs immediate attention and I’m totally not up to it. Nope. Not today. So sorry, try again tomorrow. Today I shuffle some papers around, walk to the kitchen and get a diet coke, complain really loudly to no one in particular that people shouldn’t be allowed to make tuna fish in a small office, walk back to my desk, shuffle some more papers, walk to the bathroom and check to see if the zit on my chin is gone yet, walk to the back and see what the boys in the warehouse are doing, walk back to my desk, look at the clock, and repeat.
This picture is my 2 year old and my puppy. Tell the truth, isn’t that the cutest freaking thing ever? Yeah, I thought so. Please excuse my son’s face. He fell off the bleachers at his brother’s baseball game, and since he inherited all of my coordination and grace, he decided to break the fall with his face.
I have no idea why I thought about that today. Just the kind of crazy shit my brain comes up with.
So I’m having one of those days when I just don’t feel like doing anything. There’s approximately 754 tons of crap on my desk and it all needs immediate attention and I’m totally not up to it. Nope. Not today. So sorry, try again tomorrow. Today I shuffle some papers around, walk to the kitchen and get a diet coke, complain really loudly to no one in particular that people shouldn’t be allowed to make tuna fish in a small office, walk back to my desk, shuffle some more papers, walk to the bathroom and check to see if the zit on my chin is gone yet, walk to the back and see what the boys in the warehouse are doing, walk back to my desk, look at the clock, and repeat.
This picture is my 2 year old and my puppy. Tell the truth, isn’t that the cutest freaking thing ever? Yeah, I thought so. Please excuse my son’s face. He fell off the bleachers at his brother’s baseball game, and since he inherited all of my coordination and grace, he decided to break the fall with his face.
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Let me start by saying that I'm a nice person. Yes, I get angry, and yes sometimes I come on here and I spout off my mouth and say mean things, but that's because I know no one's reading. In person, I'm a nicey-nice never say a bad thing, always try to help, be the bigger person kind of gal. Mostly because I have the softest feelings of anyone I've ever met ever, and I am super duper sensitive. Don't tell anyone. Anyway, I got up this morning and checked the mailbox and in it was a typed letter from a neighbor (no, not signed) that said "maybe you hoosiers (in missouri that's like calling someone white trash, and not intended to mean someone from Indiana) could find a way to park all your g.damn (he said the real word) cars blocking the sidewalk so no one can get through" Yeah. Isn't that mean? I parked my truck on my driveway, and the back was partially blocking the sidewalk, and this is what I get. I cried all the way to work.
My step-grandpa had an artery in his stomach burst last night and is in the ICU, and I had a customer just come in and tell me he'd take the cheap brand cuz he has terminal cancer and doesn't know how long he'll be around to use it. So I guess everything's relative.
I did a new kind of squat last night, that I've never done before...I still can't use weight per doctor's instructions, so they were to exhaustion, but you stand with your legs really wide and your toes pointing out and you do kind of a plie squat but as you're doing it you use your hands to push your knees apart and stretch your groin. Ouch is all I have to say about that.
My sister read somewhere that if you have "d" cup boobs, they can weigh up to 8 pounds. so now I feel better because Monday I weighed 9 pounds lighter than Tuesday. Must be the boobs.
My step-grandpa had an artery in his stomach burst last night and is in the ICU, and I had a customer just come in and tell me he'd take the cheap brand cuz he has terminal cancer and doesn't know how long he'll be around to use it. So I guess everything's relative.
I did a new kind of squat last night, that I've never done before...I still can't use weight per doctor's instructions, so they were to exhaustion, but you stand with your legs really wide and your toes pointing out and you do kind of a plie squat but as you're doing it you use your hands to push your knees apart and stretch your groin. Ouch is all I have to say about that.
My sister read somewhere that if you have "d" cup boobs, they can weigh up to 8 pounds. so now I feel better because Monday I weighed 9 pounds lighter than Tuesday. Must be the boobs.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Okay, so I took divaquest's challange, and all I can say is CRAP.
I have good intentions, really I do, it's my follow through that needs help. I've been reading about the people that have lost 4 or 5 lbs and it's killing me. I am not having the same amount of success, and yes, I know that everyone is different, and I know that I have not been perfect. But it still bums me out just a tad. And I also know not to be so concerned with the scale, but it's a nasty obsession I just can't kick.
But, on the bright side...my eating has been stellar. No cheats at all (did take a free day on Sunday). My workouts have been good...missed two cardio days--one last week when I was dog tired and had a headache, and one last night because I was at my son's baseball game and the heat index was 115 and by the time I got home I just wanted to sit in a bucket of ice. I sweat as much as I do during a good cardio workout, only without the workout. Drinking my water? Does diet coke count?
ah well, today's another day...
I have good intentions, really I do, it's my follow through that needs help. I've been reading about the people that have lost 4 or 5 lbs and it's killing me. I am not having the same amount of success, and yes, I know that everyone is different, and I know that I have not been perfect. But it still bums me out just a tad. And I also know not to be so concerned with the scale, but it's a nasty obsession I just can't kick.
But, on the bright side...my eating has been stellar. No cheats at all (did take a free day on Sunday). My workouts have been good...missed two cardio days--one last week when I was dog tired and had a headache, and one last night because I was at my son's baseball game and the heat index was 115 and by the time I got home I just wanted to sit in a bucket of ice. I sweat as much as I do during a good cardio workout, only without the workout. Drinking my water? Does diet coke count?
ah well, today's another day...
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
I cleaned my office yesterday...the number of dead flies between my desk and the window is both disturbing and impressive.
The thing about breastfeeding is, if you forget to take your pump to work, your boobs try to take over your body. It's not bad enough that every 2 hours I felt my milk start to "let down" so I had to pinch my nipples to make sure it didn't squirt out all over the place, but then by five, they were so full there was no stopping them, so I drove home with my shirt growing progressively more and more wet until the two big bullseyes over my boobs finally met in the middle and overtook the whole shirt. Thank God I didn't get pulled over.
The thing about breastfeeding is, if you forget to take your pump to work, your boobs try to take over your body. It's not bad enough that every 2 hours I felt my milk start to "let down" so I had to pinch my nipples to make sure it didn't squirt out all over the place, but then by five, they were so full there was no stopping them, so I drove home with my shirt growing progressively more and more wet until the two big bullseyes over my boobs finally met in the middle and overtook the whole shirt. Thank God I didn't get pulled over.
Friday, July 02, 2004
Listening to new puppy bark is as bad as hearing the new baby cry...2 minutes seems like an hour and 1/2. Trust me. I know these things.
New puppy does not LIKE new puppy's kennel. And yes I know she'd be much quieter and happier in my bed snuggled with me, but frankly I'm not a big fan of pee on my bed, so I suffer through the bark bark bark bark freaking bark, all night long. Or maybe not, since using the mathmatical equation above it could really only be 10.6 minutes, but I'm pretty sure it's all night.
So I got my jeans out of the dryer this morning and they were feeling a touch *ahem* snug, so I was doing some deep knee bends to stretch them out a little (oh, like you’ve never done that) and the seam on the inner thigh RIPPED open. Now, to be fair, they are really old jeans and my thighs always rub together, so in the offending seam’s defense, the fabric there may have been just a touch more delicate than originally intended by said offending jean’s manufacturer. Totally not acceptable. And no, I haven’t yet lost all my baby weight, thank you for asking, which brings me to my problem…these happen to be the only jeans I have that I can fit my *ahem* ample figure into at this current time. The only other clothes I can squeeze into are sweat pants which as we all know are totally inappropriate work wear. What’s a girl to do???
Keeping my legs clamped shut so no one can see my fat peaking out is a good inner thigh workout.
New puppy does not LIKE new puppy's kennel. And yes I know she'd be much quieter and happier in my bed snuggled with me, but frankly I'm not a big fan of pee on my bed, so I suffer through the bark bark bark bark freaking bark, all night long. Or maybe not, since using the mathmatical equation above it could really only be 10.6 minutes, but I'm pretty sure it's all night.
So I got my jeans out of the dryer this morning and they were feeling a touch *ahem* snug, so I was doing some deep knee bends to stretch them out a little (oh, like you’ve never done that) and the seam on the inner thigh RIPPED open. Now, to be fair, they are really old jeans and my thighs always rub together, so in the offending seam’s defense, the fabric there may have been just a touch more delicate than originally intended by said offending jean’s manufacturer. Totally not acceptable. And no, I haven’t yet lost all my baby weight, thank you for asking, which brings me to my problem…these happen to be the only jeans I have that I can fit my *ahem* ample figure into at this current time. The only other clothes I can squeeze into are sweat pants which as we all know are totally inappropriate work wear. What’s a girl to do???
Keeping my legs clamped shut so no one can see my fat peaking out is a good inner thigh workout.
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Thursday, June 24, 2004
I should have stayed home today
Why did I even bother getting out of bed? I've asked myself that question countless times today, as I am suffering from a major case of the grumps. Crabby with a capital BITCH. One of those days when you wake up with a headache, if you can really call it waking up, since you didn't sleep at all, and everyone and every stinking thing just rubs you the wrong way. If I could spit venom from my eyes, there would be a few less people around here today. And then, AND THEN, some crazy lady walks in from the street and starts begging us here at work for 60 dollars, which, apparantly she has been doing all up and down the industrial park, because soon after she showed up, so did the cops, who kindly escorted her crazy ass off our property. But here's the thing...they let her use my bathroom before she left. MY BATHROOM. I call it mine, because when you're the only woman working in a store that is only frequented by men (okay, there's that one woman, but I'm pretty sure she used to be, or maybe still is, technically a man, cuz her hands are the size of basketballs, and plus she has an adams apple), you can have the woman's bathroom "just so". MY bathroom is the only "public" bathroom that has ever touched my hiney, because my mother successfully drilled in me a irrational fear of THE DISEASE you catch when your butt touches the toilet seat, and although I believe nothing of what my mother has ever told me, I cannot seem to shake the fear of the grotesque butt disease, or what ever it was that I was destined to catch, and thus have practiced the "hover" ever since I can remember. Okay, I may have sat on the seat in the hospital, but come on, it's a hospital! If they're not clean, nothing is, and besides, I had just had a baby, and was just too damn tired to hover. So now, MY BATHROOM, has been defiled. I'm not being mean...It's not because she was crazy...I know you can't catch crazy, or I'd have caught it long before now, but I just walked in there and it SMELLS. Like a combination of dirty feet and poop and something else I can't place but makes me want to hurl. And the cleaning crew was just here last night, so now if I want to resume my hover-less peeing I'm going to have to go clean it myself, and that just sucks. I do enough cleaning at home, dammit.
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Much better on my meals today, mostly because the birthday cake was all gone. Still drank about 14 diet cokes, but hey, it keeps my toes a-tappin'.
On another note, I think I may have found my new house-mate...
I think I shall go meet her in person tomorrow...
On another note, I think I may have found my new house-mate...
I think I shall go meet her in person tomorrow...
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
I thought I'd try to make today the first day back in terms of my new life as a nutritionally intelligent human being. Let's review, shall we???
7:30 am...Must have caffeine....diet coke on the way to work
8:00 am...picked off a piece of the chicken I brought for my meals today, and had another diet coke
10:30 am...piece of yellow cake w/chocolate frosting from co-worker's b-day yesterday, and a diet coke
12:30 pm...remembered my new "clean eating" resolution and had a portion of chicken breast and a portion of green beans, with a diet coke
3:00 pm...repeat of above
5:30 pm...starving. no, really. the only thing that can save me now is 11 E.L. Fudge cookies, and a diet coke.
7:30 pm...portion of egg noodles, with a portion of shredded chicken a la mexican. Ran out of diet coke, so I had 1 1/2 glasses of wine instead.
Oy Vay.
7:30 am...Must have caffeine....diet coke on the way to work
8:00 am...picked off a piece of the chicken I brought for my meals today, and had another diet coke
10:30 am...piece of yellow cake w/chocolate frosting from co-worker's b-day yesterday, and a diet coke
12:30 pm...remembered my new "clean eating" resolution and had a portion of chicken breast and a portion of green beans, with a diet coke
3:00 pm...repeat of above
5:30 pm...starving. no, really. the only thing that can save me now is 11 E.L. Fudge cookies, and a diet coke.
7:30 pm...portion of egg noodles, with a portion of shredded chicken a la mexican. Ran out of diet coke, so I had 1 1/2 glasses of wine instead.
Oy Vay.
Hmmm...a little over a month since my last post...gee I'm good at this.
So, you ask, what have I been doing for the last four weeks? Well, I'd tell you, but frankly it's all been a sleep deprived blur. The only things I know for sure are: #1 My maternity leave is over and I'm back at work full time...bleck. #2 I had to have my boxer put to sleep...double bleck. #3 The other dog is driving me CRAZY with all the soulful howling and frantic searching of the house for the boxer, and the hiding in the cage and refusing to come out. #4 My baby makes me happy. #5 My stomach, and it's refusal to shrink back to pre-baby proportions, does not. #6 My 2 year old fell off the TOP of the bleachers and, due to the mommy-inherited trait of being completely without grace or coordination, neglected to put his hands down and landed directly on his head, scraping the entire surface of his face completely off in the process.
Yep, that about sums it up.
So, you ask, what have I been doing for the last four weeks? Well, I'd tell you, but frankly it's all been a sleep deprived blur. The only things I know for sure are: #1 My maternity leave is over and I'm back at work full time...bleck. #2 I had to have my boxer put to sleep...double bleck. #3 The other dog is driving me CRAZY with all the soulful howling and frantic searching of the house for the boxer, and the hiding in the cage and refusing to come out. #4 My baby makes me happy. #5 My stomach, and it's refusal to shrink back to pre-baby proportions, does not. #6 My 2 year old fell off the TOP of the bleachers and, due to the mommy-inherited trait of being completely without grace or coordination, neglected to put his hands down and landed directly on his head, scraping the entire surface of his face completely off in the process.
Yep, that about sums it up.
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