Yawn...

Husband got up to pee at 6:10 this morning and I mumbled, "Hey, how come the alarm didn't go off?"
"It did... twice."

Huh, apparently I slept through it going off both times. I rolled myself out of bed anyway, put on my workout outfit ("You have a workout outfit?!?" my sister exclaimed yesterday), and headed out the door. I did my walk with snow, yes, SNOW pelting me the entire time. The hill (someone help me name it!) didn't kill me nearly as bad as yesterday, but I was 2 minutes slower today. Snow? Cold? The fact that I was praying for someone during part of it?

Supposed to be having a MOPS playdate at a local park this morning. Somehow I think the snow is going to nix that. The backup plan was to meet at a place called Bouncin' Around (large place full of those inflatable jumping thingamabobs), but since money is tight right now, I think we'll have to skip. I need gas more than I need to meet up with the moms today.

I sing tonight. Need to dye my hair again beforehand. I used to go to a hair dresser down the street from my house. She did a lovely job and she goes to my church, but I couldn't afford to pay $50-$100 every 2 months. I quit going and started doing my own coloring. Here's the kicker....she sits at a table RIGHT IN FRONT of the microphone where I sing. So I am always self-conscious of my hair dye job. I don't know if she thinks I am going elsewhere, or if she can tell I do my own now, but either way I hope she realizes it was a financial decision, not a comment on her abilities.

My dad was interviewed on the Christian radio out of Pittsburgh yesterday evening. He did a fantastic job. He has a nice radio voice and is a great speaker. I was so proud of him. And I'm hoping it will result in more support for the wonderful ministries that he has going on in Bolivia.

Tha-tha-that's all, folks.

Hmmm

I was sitting here thinking about my day, and trying to figure out what went wrong. I did great with eating the right things all day....all day, that is, until 3:30 hit. Why did I suddenly head for the cupboards and fridge? Was it because Husband called and said he was going out to the bar? Was it because Shorty came home from school? Or was it because (and I know this is the true reason) I realized that I had, once again, wasted my day with piddling around on stuff instead of doing what I should have been doing. I won't do that again tomorrow. Which means you won't see me on here. Unless I change my mind. ;)

I'm reading a book that I think may be life-changing. It is one of the few books that I have the thought, WHILE I AM STILL READING IT, that I am going to have to read this book again. As soon as I finish it. To get more good stuff out of it. It is called "Better Than My Dreams...Finding what you long for where you might not think to look" and is written by Paula Rinehart. My sil sent it to me recently. Very good read. And very appropriate for everything I am dealing with in my life right now. Marriage woes, hitting 30, figuring out future plans, etc. I highly recommend it.

MOPS BLT

The MOPS Biggest Loser Team has assembled. The weight-loss challenge has begun. And the suckiest part is that I am the biggest, but that just means that at the end of all of this, I'll be able to brag the most. :) Here is what we're doing...
Competition starts today and ends in 20 weeks (MOPS starts up again the day after the 20 weeks are up [MOPS stands for Mothers of Preschoolers]). We weigh in every Monday, and we email our results to each other. At the end of 20 weeks, we will calculate who has the highest percentage of weight loss. That person will win either free babysitting from each of the participating team members, or money from each team member to go towards a new outfit. (We're debating which prize we like better. I'm all for the babysitting since I know I'll need even more outfits as I continue my weight-loss on my own past the 20 weeks.) We've also set up personal goals...and if we reach those, then we get a spa day. We first thought that we'd make those goals 40 lbs, but now we're leaning more towards 10% of our current weights. Either way, I'm ready. The competative streak has kicked in. So much so that I was sorely disappointed when I woke up to walk this morning and it was raining. So I am digging through my old DVDs and finding that stupid Walk Away the Pounds DVD and doing that during Landon's nap-time today. Now if I can just convince hubby that an Ipod and a Y membership (or elliptical) are a good way to use the government stimulus money. Oh yeah, and I want a trampoline now too...now that I jumped on one at L's house last week and saw how much fun Landon had on it. The kids would LOVE it, we'd get outside more, and I would have so much fun watching all my bits and pieces bounce less and less throughout the summer.
Today I'll be busy here at home.....doing laundry. I hate laundry.

head....hurts...so...much

Ugh. Monster headache. Woke up with it. At the ungodly hour of 5:30. Why, body? Why? Finally had to take two excedrin migraine....it won't go away. I walked anyway, headache and all. And decided that I'll only take Henry on my walks every few days. If he is with me, I find myself thinking of him the entire time. Is he going to stop in this yard and poop? Stop cutting in front of me. Walk faster. Walk slower. Quit pulling my arm. Why are you scared of that mailbox and not any of the other ones. Come here, I'll scoop you up and save you from that big mean scary barking dog. Soooo....he'll only accompany me every once in awhile. I need some thinking time, and he is not letting me have that.

Cheesecake for the retreat tonight is done. Sitting on my oven. Cooling down. And probably getting a huge crack in it. Argh. Can't seem to make one that doesn't crack. Yummy as all get out, but cracked.

I have to decorate a tiara for tonight. A felt (what is the rubbery/felt/plasticy stuff called?) one. It has to be decorated in a way that says something about me....so that people can try to guess what tiara belongs to who (whom?). So I'm covering mine in coffee grinds and coffee beans. Oh yes, lovely, lovely coffee. It will smell good, even if it looks like Henry pooped all over it.

Must shave legs. Will be putting on swimsuit tonight. Shudder. And so not in the good way.

Getting giddy with the thought of not being a mom tonight. I forget that I am so fun. I'm quite silly underneath all of this marriage tension, mommy being, responsible acting self.

Weight-loss competition begins Monday. Although I've been eating right for three days now and walking every day too. If I reach my goal, I get a spa day. And if I win the competition, I get free babysitting from the other two girls. Oh yes, I am so winning this. (Which means no cheesecake tonight for me. Fortunately for me, I know I can make one, so it isn't such a big deal....)

Must go do laundry. Quit distracting me. Blogging was NOT on my list of things to do today!

Low Fat...

I have had such a lovely morning. It started off at 6:00 when I got up early and went for a walk. Finally. I've been meaning to go and just hadn't started, and it felt so good to use my legs and sweat a little. The only bummer was that the circuit (loop/route/only safe road in the neighborhood) that I took was a 30 min. walk instead of the hour I was hoping it would be. Which means I'll have to walk it twice to do an hour. Oh well....I'll get to know the neighbors REALLY well. :) I took Henry with me (my Schnauzer) and he was so happy to be out of the yard and exploring new areas. He did good too, I kept him on a short leash and he just plodded along beside me. After Shorty got on the bus, Little Man and I headed up north (which sounds sooo much farther than it was! Only 30 mins. north) to my friend L's house. K and her son came also, and we had brunch. Afterwards we took the boys outside and had a blast jumping on L's trampoline, chasing each other with toy chainsaws (who invents these things?!?!? What moron thought, "hmmm, I know, let's make a toy chainsaw so that little boys will think they're a safe plaything..."), and lounging around on her lawn chairs. We've decided to start a friendly weightloss competition/encouragement group. The three of us could pass for sisters (we get it all the time) and we both have weight that we want (and need) to lose. I am the heaviest, but that is okay, that just means I'll be the biggest loser. We told each other our "secret number" and no one passed out because of shock, and we are going to weigh in each week and see who has lost the most weight/percentage of weight by the time MOPS starts up again in the fall. I am so going to win this. :)
I feel good today. Ate right yesterday, walked this morning, the sun is shining, I spent time with girlfriends, and I'm going to the MOPS retreat tomorrow. It is well with my soul.

I couldn't figure out last night why I was so sore. My abs were sore, and my arms....but I had done nothing that should have left me sore....and then I realized what it was. And this is so embarrassing. I have been entering the bloggy giveaway contest. There are over 700 sites giving away things, and I sat yesterday for WAY too long and entered as many as I could. I'm not even halfway through the list....and if I do that again today, I will get nothing done. Which would be bad. Very bad. I have to

• get fruit to take to Lisa's brunch tomorrow
• make a cheesecake for the MOPS retreat
• buy a new scale because I've restarted WW again, again, again...
• clean up Shorty's room
• make a chore chart for Shorty
• return library books
• stop at Shorty's dance place and pay for next month
• make dinner
• watch Little Man
• decorate a tiara for the retreat
• sing at church tonight
• study for my Bible study group tonight
• go cut tulips at the cut your own tulip place (only $1 for a dozen!!!)
• dishes
• laundry
• and more...............

So I am sorry bloggy giveaway site....I have to ignore you today. I must resist the pull. I must.

I feel like an adulterer....

I'm cheating on my xanga page. With you, new love. My bloggy blogger blogspot blog. You are fresh and clean and uncomplicated still. And you are exciting because you are new. And I don't know what adventures you will bring. But I have to admit that I feel guilty and a bit unsettled. I miss my xanga people. And the comfort that comes with knowing how to navigate pages and edit things and post what I want. But ooooh, the thrill of the unknown draws me to you. Yes you, my lovely blog that I made awhile ago and forgot about. (sorry....) What lumps and bumps and odd looking things will you reveal during our relationship? What new joys and pleasures and memories will you help me create? Here goes nothing (or something...).....