I almost threw up in class

Last night was my first night in hell doing a Zumba class.

First of all, I was the biggest girl in the class. Everyone there (except for my peeps) had their hair perfectly coiffed and make up applied precisely.

I was wearing a bleach stained pair of too big lounging pants and an oversized t-shirt.

Everyone else had their cutesy little work out outfits on.

Then the class started and I realized a way to encourage myself to not eat: put mirrors up everywhere.

Honestly, I think I've gotten as heavy as I have because I don't really look at myself in the mirror. I mean, I see myself thorugh rose colored glasses, I guess.

But that mirror in the class....wooo weee....it shows every single imperfection on you.

But me and my peeps...ok, not all of my peeps, but most of us....we were the only ones with rythem.....everyone else was hopeless...

OMG, lets just say that muscles that I haven't felt in years were aching last night.

If I don't lose some inches by the end of this six week class, then I'm hopeless.

But on the plus side, I've lost, and kept off for a week 4 lbs.

That's major encouragement to me. I'll keep plowing along. Also, I'm going to post of my other site today.

Run boy run!!

So yesterday my kids are playing on the couch. I know, I'm a bad parent because I let my kids romp all over my furniture, but if it keeps them occupied for 15 minutes, it's worth it to me.

So anyhow, the normal hitting/slapping is going on....

I tell the boy to stop, he says NO. I tell him if he tells me no one more time, he's going into time out.

Not only does he say NO to me, but he shakes his fist at me.

Now I'm seriously offended. I did not raise him like that. His entire 1 year of his life has been modeled to respect his mother and other adults.

So I go over to pick him up to put him in the time out zone. My lovely little daughter, who just moments ago was screaming about being hit, says to her brother "Run boy Run - you are going to go into time out - RUN!!"

I'm torn. I want to laugh really hard. If it wasn't my own child, I would have laughed so hard I'd have probably peed my pants.

But this is my child. I must set an example.

So I, trying to keep a straight face, let the Little Princess know that is not acceptable behavior, and if I catch her saying it again, I'll be putting her in time out.

Sigh......

Why does she have to have the mouth of a teenager??

Wait a minute....

Yesterday, after work, I was attempting to feed my children some eggplant casserole with spagetti.

My daughter eats her noodles - sans sauce - and declares herself full. My son is picking at his.

So my daughter commences to tormenting him. Slaps and kicks ensue. I'm playing referee, and yelling. Finnaly, after my son (who is 20 months old - remember) head butts his sister.

Now I know, I should have put them in time out at the first hit. But I was trying to eat as well, I was just trying to get them to calm down and leave each other alone.

Ok, so I immediately order them to time out. The boy in the hall, the girl in the living room, facing the wall.

The girl is talking to herself, and then I hear her say.....WAIT A MINUTE!!! Mom, why am I in time out??? I didn't hit my brother, he hit me with his head!!! I'm not supposed to be in time out.

She said this with all the drama only a three year old can produce.

So I calmly told her about my repeated requests to stop hitting. So she settled down.

Note to self: Be assertive more quickly when dealing with the children.

Also, as a side note, I'm down 4lbs. This is FINALLY some encouraging news on the weight loss front. Now, to lose 4 more.....

While I'm on the topic of weight loss - it's MUCH easier to stay on track if you are PREPARED. I had no breakfast stuff this morning, so I had to make due with an instant breakfast - which sucked. So go to the store when you are getting close to running out of your stuff.

My Zuma class starts on Thursday. I'm very excited. I hope we have a good instructer.

Ok, enough droning on and on.....

The Dog Whisperer

I openly admit it. I LOVE this man. Caesar Millan is AWESOME.

First of all, I think he's hot. He's not my normal type, I'm usually drawn to bad boys. However, something about it is just HOT.

Second, I love that he is not afraid about looking silly when he's acting like a dog. It really helps get his point across.

Third, he is all about energy. I am all about energy. He explains things in a very easy to understand manner about how to treat the dog.

I wish that he would do a show about dealing with your kids. He hints that he uses similar techniques with his children, and that seems viable to me. But I would like to see it in action.

DH loves him because he has Pitts that he uses in his teaching, and we both feel he is helping to break the stereotype.

Plus he drives jeeps. Which is another plus in our book.

And he has an accent. Who doesn't love an accent?

Ok, so I cheated a little.

I don't have anything exciting to blog so I cheated.

1. What is your occupation?
Full time mom, 40 hours a week I'm an admin. at a slag plant

2. What color are your socks right now?
white

3. What are you listening to right now?
Some annoying station that the other admin listens to.

4. What was the last thing that you ate?
Blueberry oatmeal

5. Can you drive a stick shift?
Yes

6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
Sapphire blue

7. Last person you spoke to on the phone?
Someone asking for our maintenance foreman.

8. How old are you today?
28

9. Favorite drink?
Sweet Tea

11. What is your favorite sport to watch?
MMA

12. Have you ever dyed your hair?
Since I was 14

13. Pets?
Rottie and a Amstaff

14. Favorite food?
Grandma's chicken and dumplins

15. Last movie you watched?
That one movie with Johnny Depp where he make the first porno, back in 1800's. I can never remember the name. If you remember the name, please put it in the comments.

16. What do you do to vent anger?
Cry

17. Favorite Day of the year?
My birthday

18. What was your favorite toy as a child?
Books

19. What is your favorite, fall or spring?
Fall

20. Hugs or kisses?
Depends on who it's from -
general public - Hugs
Sexy man - fondling

21. Cherry or Blueberry?
Blueberry

25. Current living arrangements?
Tube on 5 acres
Hope to build in the next 3 years

26. When was the last time you cried?
At church on Sunday

27. What is on the floor of your closet?
Traveling Bags, Shoes, Toys, possibly a movie, some crumbs, crayons....you know, the usual.

31. What inspires you?
Single Moms,
People that have it together.

32. What are you afraid of?
That my husband will never experience Jesus like I have
That I will die and no one will take care of my kids like I can

33. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Cheese, with no onions

34. Favorite car?
Mercury

35. Favorite cat breed?
There are breeds? Well, I guess Himalalyan (sp?)

36. Number of keys on your key ring?
2

37. How many years at your current job?
1

38. Favorite day of the week?
Friday

39. How many states have you lived in?
1

Books

Sorry I missed you all yesterday. My babysitter was sick, and my daughter is running a fever. So I wasn’t able to check the computer.

I’m listening to a really great book while I’m driving. It’s called Envy and it’s by Sandra Brown. She is my new favorite for listening to while I drive.

One thing that I noticed this morning is that it is incredibly erotic to listen to a male voice read the dirty parts of the book. I find myself wondering if he got turned on while reading it.

But aside from that, it’s a really good book. As was the last one that I listened to. I just want to sit in my car and listen. And maybe touch myself lightly…

I’m also almost finished reading Eragon. It’s our book club book. It’s pretty good. Definatly not one I would choose for myself. I mean, come on, 500+ pages and no smut? What’s the point of reading it?

But I did read it, and thank god I’m almost done.

I’m going to suggest The Glass Castle for my next book. By Jeannette Walls. I haven’t read it yet, but it looks really good.

Hopefully tomorrow I’ll have something more exciting to post.

So if we pay this one off first....

I'm in financial mode right now. I don't know why. I'm really focused on our finances, and life. Probably because there is a high possibility that by summer my husband could be taking a pay cut to get a more "at home" job.

Honestly, I'm relieved. It's very difficult to be able to focus on me and the things I want when he's hardly ever home, and when he isn't home he's pissy if I'm out and about doing things without him.

So anyhow, I'm trying to focus on getting us out of debt, living debt free, so that we can go back into debt to build our house.

I figure, with a little planning, we could be mostly out of debt in 4-5 years. That's a long ways away, and I'm going to do what I can to make it happen more quickly, but at least there is light at the end of the tunnel. We've done really good about living without using credit for the last 3 years. Hopefully we can continue that trend.

Right now I'm reading a book about frugal living. Then I have a book call "The Everything Get Out of Debt Book" We'll see how that is.

I'm motivated, darn it. LOL

Ok, I admit it, I'm a bitch....

And yesterday, I was a really really big one.

So I come home from work (after going to the grocery store for my MIL - brownie points) and look at the clock. It's now 4:40 and we have to be at my MIL's by 5:30. I tell this to my DH.

His words were "Yeah, Yeah, I know, but I have to figure out what's wrong on my dump truck"

Me: "Why, are you using it tonight?"

Him: "Well, no, but I HAVE TO KNOW"

Me: Whatever, just hurry up"

So at 5:35 I get a call from my MIL to tell me that they are starting to eat without us. (We are celebrating my demon nephew's birthday).

So I bundle up my kids, get their coats on and open the front door. See the guy that came over to check out what was wrong on the dump truck is afraid of my Rottie. He loves my Pitt, but he's afraid of my Rottie. So I knew he would leave if she was outside.

Man I'm a cold bitch. But it worked.

That's my first instance of being a bitch.

Then we get up to my MIL and I see that my BIL and SIL parked in the carport.

WTF? Their kids are old enough to walk themselves. I have to carry 2 kids, plus diaper bag, plus groceries. Do they fucking care??? NO.....

So I walk in pissed.

Then I'm carrying the kids and stuff in, and did anyone offer to help???


NOOOOOO...my DH was still down home playing with his dump truck, and I'm carting all this stuff - plus kids - in with NO HELP.

Fuck em. Now I'm getting irritated.

So we get in and it's time to eat, we say our prayer, and get the kids seated.

Here is where my temper starts to boil. The birthday boy turned 5 yesterday (but he couldn't tell us how old he was, but that's another post). He is sitting in the FUCKING BABY CHAIR. Ok, irritation number one. I have a FUCKING BABY who is too big for a high chair, and needs to sit in the BABY CHAIR. But it's his birthday, so he gets what he wants. Then we are dishing out dishes. The birthday boy gets the only small plastic plate (USUSALLY RESERVED FOR THE BABY) and the only baby fork. My ACTUAL BABY got a glass plate and a grown up fork (which I switched to a spoon)

I, being catty, said...well this is pretty screwed up, the baby eating off of glass while the 5 year old eating off plastic. I was told, very frostily from my SIL...

Oh well, he got it first, that's the one he wanted.

Oh my gosh - so that means in order to appease him we get to take the chance of a glass plate breaking??? That's WONDERFUL.

Ugghhhh....I give up. They will never think like rational humans. They are incapable of a complete and coherent adult thought. Why I keep hoping is beyond me.

A Place for Everything

Remember watching the Jetsons? I used to watch it every morning before going to school.

Remember the one episode when Rosie, the robot maid, went a little haywire and was running around saying "A place for everything and everything in its place"?

Well that's one of my main problems. Well two problems.

Problem Number One: I don't have a robot maid. I think my life would be A LOT easier if I had a robot maid that I could instruct to clean exactly like I want, every single day. So all I have to do it come home, cook dinner, and play with my husband and kids. If anyone needs me to test one out, I'll gladly use a protype.

Problem Number Two: Since I don't have a robot maid, most of the cleaning falls to me. Now to be honest, my sister in law comes down 1-2 days a week (which I pay her extra for) and she does what I call "reddin up". She does dishes, vacuums, a few loads of laundry and sometimes makes my bed. This isn't hard core cleaning, but she's cheap, and on the days she's there I feel a sense of relief.

However, I still run into a problem with "stuff". I think that's the reason she's good at "reddin up" is cuase she hides stuff. It can take me days to find certain dishes, or things I bought from the store.

Herein lies the problem. I don't have a place for everything I don't have a place for most of my stuff. So I just set it out on the counter, hoping that I will eventually find a place for it. But unless my SIL comes over, it will sit there for days, sometimes weeks, before I assign it a location. My cupboards are stuffed to the gills, I have NO storage. Well, I have a little storage, such as a back room that used to be a master bath that now holds baby clothes, baby toys and the like.

My greatest fear, however, is that once I do get a bigger place and storage - that I'll still leave things out.

Photo

Ok, so I don't want to go to blogger help.

Can SOMEONE please tell me how to post pictures on this blog? I'm going to actually show pictures of myself (gasp)and people in my life.

But I don't know a damn thing about freakin Flikr or whatever.

So please, in step by step instructions, tell me how to get pics on here.....

PLEASE

Try to make me go to Rehab....

Well, I learned a lot yesterday. First thing is that I can't drink, at all, for the next 15 months or so.

Yeah, that's something to look forward to.

But I'm willing to make this sacrifice to get back to my old self. Whatever it takes, I'm gonna do it.

The other thing I learned is that I don't have to go to counseling, or anything, because what is wrong with me is chemical, not mental.

Yeah!!! I'm not mental. That's a plus.

Also, I learned that, really, I have it pretty good. I really don't have anything in my life major to complain about.

So....now it's just looking forward. With a daily cocktail of Cymbalta and Wellbutrin. And no alcohol.

DH is happy, now he always has a DD. Damn it.

At least there's no alcohol in sushi.

Also I posted here today.

Shrink me baby

Today I go to an honest to God Psychiatrist. Maybe he'll teach me how to spell Psychiatrist.

Wonder if he'll give me the quickie version of "pull yourself up", or if he'll actually get into what is wrong with me.

I'll let you know tomorrow.

Ya give me feva.

Well, actually, my kids give each other "feva". Saturday my DD came down with a raging fever which continues on and off to this day. And yesterday, my DS came down with one as well.

Yippee!! Gotta love it.

Thank God for my Mother In Law. She's keeping the kids today so I don't have to miss work. Whew!!

I was told yesterday that, "We need to get you more involved in the operations side of things for your future responsibilities….."

Wha?? Cool! But they better show some money love for that.

I get to get steel toe boots, and go out on the job site, and learn what we actually do here!! Yeah!

It's only been 1 1/2 years, and I only have a surface knowledge of the goings on. I told my superintendant that I would move up in this company, whether locally or through corporate was his choice.

So I guess he is going to utilize me. Or try to use me. We'll see which.

Hmmm...being used....that can be fun in the right situation.