Hey Thanks!

Thanks for all of those comments suggesting those yummy, yet low-cal and kid-friendly meal suggestions. I can't wait to try them.

::smirk::

Hello? Is this thing still on? Not a single freakin' comment? I hope my family doesn't starve to death. No. They'll just die from boredom. Oh goody - - chicken and rice again. So - - today I made chicken and dumplin's. They were good. I saw a recipe on the Bisquick box that looked good. I may give it a whirl tomorrow night. I'm not going to tell you what it is though. So there. Maybe you'll comment next time. (Neener, neener. I'm sticking my tongue out at you. I fart in your general direction. - - Do you know what movie that latter part is from? Baby Bro will.)

The youngest of our brood is not fairing too well. His temp spiked at 104.4 today. I called the pediatrician's office *first* thing this morning and they couldn't even work him in today. We go Wednesday at 10:00. I can *hardly* wait to hang out in the pediatrician's office and expose us to more stuff. Good times. No - - great times.

That's all for now. I'm outta here.

Oh no!

I shouldn't have said it. Remember me talking about dodging the "puke bullet?" Well it found me. Just like a heat-seeking missile. It was Cam. His congestion got the better of him. I was sound asleep, after folding the laundry (yay me). I'd slept on the couch because the sound of the lambs screaming in my bedroom were not to be countered against.

At 3:30 this morning, he came and got me and told me he was dirty. That's the code talk for puke. NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Luckily, I'd moved him to his bed and I only had him to mess with. I got him changed and his sheets. While I was changing him, I thought he felt a little warm. So - - I took his temp. Zoiks! 103.4. A little ibuprofen, some apple juice and back to bed.

Luckily, no more barfing. I'm certain it was the congestion. There was nearly more barfing when I was cleaning it up. I'm just sayin'. (**wretch**) I hate that. But - - I was a good wife. I didn't wake Husband up to clean it up. Even though that's the dealio we have. He works today, I don't. Do I score points for that?

In keeping with the lazy, stay at home mother stereotype, I must go. The Young and the Restless is on. Victoria is supposed to wake up today.

Ciao.

Still here.

I'm still here. I just don't have much to say. I have two loads of laundry I'm about to fold and a load drying right now. I *hate* it when I let the laundry back up. I need to step up my laundry game a little. Remember when I was so jazzed about laundry? About how I was going to stay on top of it, fold it right out of the dryer? Never take my washer for granted anymore? Crap. I want those days back. I don't want anything to break. I just want to get my act together. Now I just have to clean the crap off of my washer and dryer.

I'm going to be buying groceries Tuesday afternoon. I feel like I'm in a rut with our menus. I have Thursday night covered. (Husband's birthday. He requested chicken lasagna. Yummers.) I would like some low-cal, kid-friendly ideas for Tuesday and Wednesday. Maybe even this weekend. We are supposed to go to San Antonio, but that may have just fallen through. I'll know more about that later. (Going to see Husband's fam. Now his sister is sick, so we might not go. We don't want the flu.) Anyway, I would like your ideas. Comment for me, would you? Keep in mind, I'm no gourmet. I like things simple. And I LOVE the crockpot. Come on, hook a sister up.

Okay, time to fold, then to bed. Maybe even within the hour. Wow. Unheard of. In bed by 1:00 a.m. That sounds crazy...

*yawn*

I'm trying to think of something good to post here. Nothing really good comes to mind.

I cheated on my diet tonight. Bad. We went to dinner with some friends and I've been *craving* anything with Alfredo sauce in it. Alfredo sauce it was. It wasn't Olive Garden good, but it was good. I guess I'll be doing the two slim fast meals tomorrow and a sensible dinner.

Oh, hi there, Nakey.

I'll be right back.

*break in blogging here*

That was Cam. (Yes, it's 12:25 and he is still awake. It seems that Parent's Night Out didn't wear him out at all.) He came into the living room with just his pj top on. I had to remedy that before the steam cleaner was necessary. This has become a common occurrence for him. His diaper gets the slightest bit wet and he rips it off. He likes the nakey part of things. I, however, don't like seeing it. He'll climb into bed with us early in the morning and it's more, "Hello, Nakey." Yes, that boy needs to be potty trained.

*another break in blogging here*

Oh no. This did *not* just happen to me. To squeamish me. While Husband is asleep. This - - you aren't going to believe. You know how Justin liked sticking things in his ears when he was younger? Cam seems to have an oral fixation. In other words, he sticks things in his mouth. He also licks stuff. But that's another story for another day. As I'm typing the "nakey" stuff, I hear coughing. I dismissed it. I have a cough and thought one of the boys had caught my bug and were starting that phase of it. Oh no. Cam comes back in here and starts saying, "dirty, dirty, dirty" and pointing to his shirt. This meant he puked. There wasn't much on his shirt, so I ushered him to the kitchen to tidy him up. I made him wait there while I went to the bedroom (where Justin was still sleeping) to assess the damage. I couldn't see anything. Whew. Then, I saw the sock. A wadded up sock, with "stuff" all over it.

I know. G-ross. This is how I figure it went down. I gave him his socks earlier to put on by himself. I had no idea he'd try to suck on them. It appeared as though he'd crammed the whole thing in his mouth and he was actually choking on it when I heard him coughing. I know what you are thinking. Same as me. Holy crap. Does this stuff really happen? Yes it does. It just did. Live. Right here, my kid tried to suck on a sock and it dang near killed him. Big dork.

Who sucks on socks? I guess it's the same kid who licks the couch. And runs around "nakey."

And I had nothing to say earlier. I jinxed myself.

Damaged hair - - just how I like it.

I got my hair highlighted today. Ahhhh... Much better. When my highlights start growing out (you know, the fried part of my hair) and the healthy hair comes through - - it just won't style. It's limp as a dish rag. I hate it. I can't do diddly with it. I walked into the salon today and told her to damage my hair. Pronto. She laughed. I am happy to report that she used a 40 volume on me and it took no time at all to strip the dark brown from my hair and I have some blonde highlights again. Lots of them. Now all I need is a nice tan and to drop a few more of these pounds.

The kids had school today. Justin will likely have a delayed start tomorrow. I have an idea. He's only four. And in the three year old preschool class because of his birthday. So - - let's skip. Shall we? I don't want to get out. He won't care. Woo hoo. It will be a jammie day. I'll make them some eggs, make me a huge pot of coffee. We'll have us a tickle fight. Maybe play a little hide and seek. Yes. That is what we shall do. No school tomorrow. It has officially been declared by Justin's limo driver. He shall stay home.

I dodged a serious puke bullet today. I was in Wally World heading to the front door to check out. That's when I saw him. This kid was following his parents and he was doing the dry heave thing. The parents had no clue. I didn't feel too inclined to stick around and make sure they found out. I was sure they would find out soon enough on their own. They did not need his puke intertwined with my puke. So - - I hauled myself, at a pace I didn't know I was capable of inside that store, to the checkout stand. I let the checker ring my groceries up and I got the heck out of dodge. As soon as I got in my car, I practically dove head first into my anti-bacterial stuff that was in my console. I swam in it for a few minutes. Ugh. The pukes. Please God, please don't let them invade my house again. Please!!!!

The Spurs pulled off two fabulous wins in two days now. Wow. They've been nail biters to watch. Especially that one tonight. Yikes. Go Spurs, Go!!

I really need to go to bed. I still need to zip over to Husband's computer and get some music off of his and put it onto my mp3 player before I call it a day. I'm in a classical mood tonight. I don't think I have much of that on mine. That's about to change.

With that said - - I'm outta here. It's been real.

Smooches.

Doing it Cam's way.

Why do I even ask him? Not just once, but several times. This is how it went down at lunch today.

I try to limit the boys' fast food consumption to once a week. Maybe twice. Usually once. Today was their lucky day. Justin decided not to stay for extended care at preschool today. I let him have that option on Mondays and Wednesdays. This morning, he opted out. So, I decided this would be a good fast food day for them.

I asked them if they wanted chicken nuggets from Mickey D's. Usually they do. Today, no. Justin said he'd rather have his french fries from Hamburger King. That would be BK to you and me. But you figured that out, right? Okay. (Even better than Micky D's. I'm not tempted by BK's food at all.) Giddyup.

We hit the drive-thru. I asked Justin what he wanted. A hamburger. No pickles, no ketsup. Got it.

Cam - - not so easy. Here's how my conversation went with him:

Me: Cam, what do you want? Chicken nuggets or a hamburger?

Cam: French fries.

Me: You'll get french fries with one or the other. Which one do you want?

Cam: French fries.

Me: Okay, you can have french fries. Do you want chicken nuggets or a hamburger with your french fries?

Cam: French fries.

Me: (speaking slowly and clearly) CHICKEN NUGGETS or a HAMBURGER?

Cam: French fries.

Me: Okay, a cheeseburger it is.

Why did I keep asking him? Why was I so delusional to think that he might actually tell me what he wanted? I know he wanted french fries. I'm convinced the little dude dreams about french fries. But has he *not* figured out yet that he gets something else, too? His main entree? What a pain.

Chest Congestion

I'm not liking this. Not one little bit. Coughing stuff up. The pain. The constant clearing of my throat. Nope. I don't like it at all.

And the forecast - - I don't like that either. My forecast: I predict that school will either be cancelled or start late tomorrow. Neither of which are acceptable to me. Great. Just - - great.

I'm going to go continue to feel sorry for myself.

Attention Viagra

We have things under control. You can stop sending me e-mails. Besides, I don't qualify to take your little blue pill.

Fat Girl Scared

Be afraid. Be very, very scared of this. You might gain pounds just from looking.




It's a very addictive site. Go poke around there and tell me that it a.) doesn't make you hungry, b.) doesn't make you feel like you could just dominate your kitchen, and c.) make you know you could wow others with your cooking prowess. I promise you, you will want to find the Pioneer Woman in yourself.



Now go. Go retrieve those simple ingredients from your pantry. Cook a fabulous meal for your family. Accept the compliments. Bask in the glory.



I am a Pioneer Woman. You are Pioneer Woman. Let us roar!!

Yucky Weather

It's gross outside. Just plain gross. Today is one of those days where I envy my brother. Island living. *sigh* It's 32 degrees with fog/mist here. Blech. It's 50 degrees warmer there. Wow. Prediction - - the roads will be yucky in the morning. Great. Just - - great. People in this neck of the woods don't know how to drive on slick stuff.

I had an encounter with a yucky man today. I was leaving - - get this - - the *CHRISTIAN* bookstore and held the door open for a man, probably 60. A smiled and made eye contact while doing it. Not a word. Not a smile. Nothing. Did I owe him? What???? Was I the subservient female, he the wonderful male and I was just fulfilling some sort of submissive role? Was I respecting an elder? Were these some of his thoughts? Doesn't matter. He was rude. A kind smile would have made my deed worth while. A smile and a thanks - - even better. I guarantee - - if I'd let that door close on him, he would have said something, or made eye contact then. He was "a not nice man" and I hope he recognized his act of rudeness. You mean boy.

The softer side of Cam - - did you know there was one? The fella has a specific preference with his pillow cases. Very specific. They have to be made from t-shirt material. I went into Bed, Bath and Beyond today looking for some. I was about to give up when I saw them on clearance at the front of the store. I hope they aren't getting rid of them. They were 50% off. Good for me, but that could mean bad news for him. I bought he and I each one package. (I like them, too. That's how he discovered them.) Let's hope they last.

The J-Man has discovered the Ninja Turtles. You remember? The ones of the Teenage Mutant variety. He loves them. Movies and X-box games. What a funny guy. He was a good boy at school today.

Okay. That's all.

Just - - stuff.

Okay, here's an update about my "goings on." I'm even going to throw in a few movie reviews.

My biggest news: The drawings were today for teams for the Survivor pool. Guess who's name got drawn for me? That's right baby - - it's me and the Gravedigger again. JAMES!!! How lucky am I? I'm not sure how he'll fare in the season. I'm certain he'll have a HUGE target on his back. I'm still quite psyched about rooting for him again. *swoon*

Our hot water heater is breaking. Again. A part is going out on it. It will heat, it just takes forever to do it. It did not go so well when Husband put it in last time. We think the company that made it is involved in a class action law suit because of a defective part. We understand they don't make the part we need anymore and Whirlpool should replace our entire water heater. That freakin' better include a service call. I'm *not* looking forward to going through that again.

Oh, oh - - we finally found a dining room table and some end tables for the living room. We ordered them Saturday. Finally. Husband found them, asked me to go look at them (I would have approved just about anything) and we ordered them. I even negotiated the price with them. I wasn't very good at it. I don't feel comfortable doing it at all, but Husband told me to give it a whirl. I did. The result was 10% off. Not much, but better than nothing. They should be delivered around the end of the month. No more card table in the kitchen and t.v. trays in the living room. Now if I could just find some drapes...

Movies. I've seen several in the last week. Older ones. New to me though. The best one I saw was The Rock. I can't believe I'd never seen that before. Fantastic movie. I love me some Sean Connery. Husband and I watched Oceans 13 last night. It wasn't as good as 11 but it was better than 12. Good movie. They were back in Vegas, I liked that. We also watched Good Luck Chuck. It had my boy Dane Cook in it. It was pretty funny. Predictable, but cute. I'm glad we saw it at home. It had some crazy sex stuff in it. I know why Dane liked filming it. Last week I watched the mini-series Comanche Moon. It was the prequel to Lonesome Dove. I enjoyed it a lot. They still left some holes though. I would like to have had one more night with it. Still good though.

My weight loss - - not a good week. I gained .4 pounds. I'm not surprised. Actually, I'm glad that's all it was. I was afraid with being sick the week before, my weight loss last Sunday probably wasn't a very accurate representation of where I really am. I feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be. Total weight loss after two weeks - - six pounds. Even. I'm happy with that. I just have to look forward from here and work hard. I need to get this jiggly booty out on the street and get to walking. I hate exercise.

That's all for now. I'm in bed and watching Grease. Husband fell asleep on the couch. I've got this big, comfy bed all to myself. Ahhhh.....

Smooches

Funny, funny, funny stuff.

First of all, if you haven't seen Tom Cruise's Scientology clip, see it first. (Warning though. It's really creepy. The man is a whack-a-doodle.) After you watch it, watch this. She nails his laugh here. This is the funniest thing I've seen in a long time. Cathy Z (of scrapbooking fame) is hilarious. Enjoy.

Good Saturday Morning to Ya!

How are my peeps out there? Everyone of you. Even those scattered to the winds? Good morning. I know, it's almost lunch time. I don't care.

I'm trying to distract myself today. I want to eat as little as possible without my body thinking that starving thing and going into conservation mode. I have to get on the scales tomorrow and I fear things aren't as good as last week. I cropped at church last night. The girls got barbecue from the place across the street. Oh my - - it smelled SO good. I wanted a chopped sandwich and some potato salad SO bad. And the kicker? They brought back my absolute favorite dessert of all time. Peach cobbler. *sigh* I drank my slim fast when I got there and then snacked on my pretzels while they ate their dinner. I was a good girl. Kimmy did give me *one* bite of her potato salad. It was good. Whew. Close one. I *CAN* do this.

It seems that I won week one of the contest I'm in. Highest percentage lost. Yay! It was the inspiration I needed to stick with the plan. I LOVE the competition. But what I'm going to love more is dropping this weight and feeling better about myself again. Dieting sucks. It's not easy at all. I love food. I love to eat. I would have loved to have stuffed my face last night and not given it a thought at all. I also don't like for my butt to jiggle when I walk. So...

Okay. I believe a creamy milk chocolate slim fast is in order for this morning/lunch and then I'm going to make sure I drink my water today. I won't win this week, I'm sure. I just don't want to gain any either. I'm afraid my illness last week may have messed me up on on the scales. I would seriously like to keep up with it. We'll see.

I'm outta here. Smooches.

Ten Things

Ten things I've done that you probably haven't. Please note that I said probably.

1. I had a breast reduction surgery where they took two and half pounds off of each boob. Wow, I had some huge knockers.
2. I've been para-sailing across our teeny-tiny little excuse for a lake. (The lake that is now all dried up.)
3. I once dated a man named John Kennedy. Unfortunately, not *the* one we're all thinking of.
4. I won three slot jackpots at an Indian Casino in California over a one hour span.
5. I also won airline tickets to Paris at a bridal showcase back when I was in college. I wasn't even engaged at the time. I never used the tickets.
6. I've had sex on the boat dock at a local boat club. (Ask Husband about it. He remembers it!)
7. I pan-handled in Wal-Mart's parking lot for $ for Spurs tickets. It was the playoffs. (I rarely turn down a dare or a photo op.)
8. When I was a senior in high school, I got spats from the principal for leaving campus without permission.
9. My dad drug my rear end out of a bar when I was in college. I was at a bachelorette party and didn't frequent those establishments. He caught wind of my being there and came and got me. (My mom ratted me out.) He told me that if I was going to live that kind of life, I could find a new place to live. I chose my current living arrangements.
10. I ran radar with my ex-boyfriend's brother-in-law (cop) on the interstate in San Antonio. Good times. I didn't get to write the tickets. But I did get to ride in the cop car and "tag" the speeders. So fun.

Going to ramble

I have some things on my mind and I need to vent. It will likely sound like rambling to you. Sorry. It will make sense to me. Feel free to ignore it. I don't care.

I don't even know where to start.

Have you ever thought that you knew where you stood with someone, only to figure out that you really didn't? I'm tired. Of lots of stuff. Of the crap and muck that some people seem to delight in dragging me through. I'm tired of walking on eggshells - - only to discover that the shell was cracked all along. I'm tired of feeling like I'm in junior high all over again. I'm just - - tired. I just want to live my life. I want to be happy. With the risk of going all "psycho-analytic" on you, I want some closure. Nobody likes being cast aside. Truthfully, that's how I feel. Maybe I did it first. I don't know. I sure didn't mean to.

I think that as we grow and mature, our relationships evolve. Our needs change. Something happened to me on my marriage retreat. Something really important. I think it happened to Husband, too. We connected with each other again. We realized the importance of leaning on each other. I realized that I wasn't taking my emotional needs to him like I should. I wasn't giving him a chance to fully "partner" with me. I was taking the emotional side of me to my friends. Then I still expected an emotional relationship with him. Now how exactly is that supposed to work? Not putting anything in. But wanting something in return. Duh. As Dr. Phil would say, "And how is that working out for ya?"

So - - I began to make some changes. I began to talk to Husband more. Talk to him more about the things that matter to me. The things that were on my heart. And I'll be if that doesn't work!!! Wow. Who would have thought? (Again. Duh.) Well, what do you think happened to me when I made this conscious effort to take my emotional stuff to Husband? I didn't take it to my friends anymore. It's not that they aren't important to me. And until now, I wasn't sure I understood my own "metamorphosis." Or that I was even experiencing one.

The bottom line is this. My marriage is great. And it needs to be. Perfect? Oh, no way. No marriage is. But I feel like my relationship with my husband is where it should be in keeping with my priorities and where God would want my priorities to be. My friendships have struggled. Some more than others. However, I figure if I keep God first, the rest will fall into place where they should.

My real friends will understand. If you feel as though you are my friend and you've been slighted by me, then I'm sorry. Maybe by now you have a better understanding for where I am in my life. I still want and desperately need my friends. I hope you haven't felt abandoned by me.

As a friend of mine - - it's important to remember that if you have a problem, you need to clue me in. For one, I'm not the most observant person in the world. I don't always notice things. Secondly, if I don't see you (or talk to you) often, I'm not going to have the opportunity to notice anyway. I'm not a mind reader. I can't lend a supportive ear if I don't know a problem exists. (You notice I didn't say "fix" the problem? That's because I know women. We don't want others to fix our problems. If we do, we will specifically ask for the fix. Otherwise, we assume it's just listening detail.) Also know that I'm not going to beat the problem out of you. If I ask you what's wrong and you say "nothing", I'm going to assume that you are not a liar. Deal?

I'm just at a place in my life where I'm sick and tired of the games. Games with friendship at my age are just plain dumb. If we are friends, great, we are friends. There will be good times and there will be bad. Let's deal with the bad "head-on" and be done with it. If we aren't friends and the games are going on - - those end today. I mean that. That is not to be mistaken for me rolling over. Big difference. I will be praying about my issues with my "troubled ones" and ask God to guide me in dealing with them. Right now, I don't have an answer.

I just want some peace in my life. Peace in all of my relationships. Peace - - and joy. I think I need to re-post that one word thing over here. Seems like as soon as posted that, Satan has attacked me and used everyone in my path to rob me of joy. No more. Just - - no more.

I choose joy.

Grandma Day

Well, my bursitis is all flared up again. I have to go get an injection in my hip. It sure is hard to get old. It's even harder to sound old when I hear phrases like that come out of my mouth.

Here's to the fleeting days of my youth. They were some good times.

To the Director's Office you go. Twice.

I'm tired of talking in code. It's too much. And I'm too mad. Names are fine. Just first one's though.

I went to school to pick the kids up about ten minutes early today. Early. A word seldom in my vocabulary. Usually not an action part of my day. I was, however, early. After I got Cam, he and I stopped in the hall just short of Justin's class. Justin came running out to me and then the school's director stopped me. She told me that Justin had been to her office not once, but twice today. Once for running off after the class lined up to go inside from the playground time and then refusing to mind the teacher and get back in line to go inside. The second time was for hitting another child.

WHAT?????

I am not happy. Guess what Little Man? No movies. No X-Box. And pardon this cliche, but you just *wait* until your father gets home from work.

I will not raise obnoxious brats. Disrespectful little human. He owes his teacher a BIG apology tomorrow. He *WILL* apologize to her when we get to school in the morning.

He is DANG lucky I didn't get a phone call from the Director when he got sent to the office the second time. DANG lucky. His butt would still be on fire. His only saving grace right now is that she told me he was remorseful when he got in trouble. The bad part? It was around noon when the noon crowd were leaving school for the day. Great. Other parents saw my child being taken down the hall to the office. (With him crying wanting to know where she was taking him.)

I'm so proud.

Gutless or Smart - - you vote.

I watched someone litter today. She threw a lit cigarette down in the Wal-Mart parking lot. My gut instinct was to tell her that she dropped something. I wanted to *so* bad. I wimped out. She had two other people and a small child with her. I was kind of afraid of her. For one, she wasn't the classiest of life forms. Probably a dirty fighter. Complete with hair pulling, shirt ripping, etc. I was kind of scared. Also, she knew which car I got out of. To date, I have no key marks down the side of my car. I prefer to keep it that way. I wish I'd said something. I'd love to be more bold. I know that surprises some of you. Does that mean that deep down inside I'm really just a big weenie? I'm all talk? Dang it. Now I'm mad at myself.

So - - was I gutless or smart?

2007: The year of a Legacy

This was in a previous Sunday's paper and I thought it would be good to use on my blog: Ten Questions for 2007:

1. What was the hardest thing you had to do this year? I really didn't even have to think about my answer to this one. I was driving to the hospital to be with my grandfather in what would be his final day here on earth. The last few minutes where I held his hand as he took his last breaths. It was such an emotional moment. To have been with him - here on this earth. And to know, that as his eyes closed, while he was right there with me, he saw the face of our Lord and Savior. Wow. It was incredibly hard losing him. He was my last living grandparent. I'd gotten so close to him over the past year. It was hard to say good-bye to him.
2. What was the most fun? Husband, J and I had an opportunity to go to Fiesta Texas for a day. The J-Man seemed to really enjoy riding the thrill rides. We had a wonderful day.
3. What were the milestones? I'd call getting J potty trained a significant milestone! We're there!!!! Joint effort on mine and Husband's part. He is now in preschool and learning - - a lot! C is in Mother's Day Out and just being C.
4. What was your biggest accomplishment? At one point, I was with my brother and sister at the same time this year. I don't know when that will happen again. It was nice. We laughed a lot.
5. What's something you wanted to do, but didn't? I wanted to lose weight, but didn't. Apparently, I didn't want to do this bad enough, or I would have done it.
6. What was your biggest surprise? Husband bought me a cool new laptop *and* an mp3 player this year. Yay!!!
7. What was the meanest thing you did? Hmmm. There is someone I don't get along too well with. I tend to do things to agitate her. That's kind of mean.
8. What was something you worried about that you don't worry about now? I worried a lot about my dad's health while he tried to take care of my grandfather. That's taken care of now. My grandfather is being taken care of by Jesus now.
9. What made you proud? My husband. Every day. He is so good at what he does. Sometimes I think he works in a den of vipers and still comes out with his head held high and his dignity intact. He is attacked on every level and on several occasions had every excuse under the sun to just walk away from his job. And probably should have. But he didn't. He has more ethic in his pinky finger than those guys have in their entire bodies. And talent? Don't get me started there. He makes me proud every day.
10. Finally, describe a moment you want to remember. I want to remember the last thing my grandfather said to me that morning before he passed away. It was his catch phrase for my brother, sister and me. He would tell us, "You're a good one." It was the way he said it. We all knew the phrase well. Baby Bro was jealous when I told him that I got to hear it one more time. I don't think I'll ever forget hearing it. It was music to my ears. And something told me it would be the last time.

Bumper Sticker Challenge

I was driving to go weigh in for the week (I'll tell you about that later) when I saw the following bumper sticker:

Find your inner hillbilly.

I think in this town, that shouldn't be hard. When Husband went to Wal-Mart on the "north side" of town to get my Cricut, he came home laughing. He said he was surrounded by mullets and t-shirts with the sleeves cut out of them. And this was before he even made it inside the store. I wanted to honk and tell the "dude" in the truck that he needed to travel a little further north and he'd. be. there.

Your challenge this week - - find a funny bumper sticker and post it here in the comments. Or blog about it yourself. Make it a good one. I actually saw one last week that said "Kinky Friedman for Governor." Yeah. He lost. A while ago. Take your sticker off.

Have you ever seen a bumper sticker that makes you want to drive *your* car into *their* car? You think, "Dumb ass. You deserve to get into an accident if you are going put stupid crap on your car." There is some knuckle head at my church who obviously owns a wiener dog. He has some obnoxious stickers about that on his car. I can't believe he parks that car in our church's parking lot. Pretty ballsy. I can't be fair about him though, I think he is a tool. He mocked me the other day, so now he is on my list. (Is that wrong? To have a church member on my list?)

So - - there's your challenge. Find a funny or interesting bumper sticker. Baby brother, you are obviously exempt from the challenge.

The weight loss? Good. Very good. It helped that I basically had water squirting out of my bottom yesterday. We were talking about colon cleansing at the crop Friday night. I think I've had mine. I lost 6.4 pounds. Yes, yes, yes. Yay me.

BE dying.

Kick me while I'm down, why don't you? My gut instinct was to correct my last title. But I didn't. I left it. It will bug me, but I left it. Baby Bro, did you intentionally misspell "hear" in that comment?

Since you are concerned - - I am feeling a little better.

Snarky.

If you were "hear," I'd give you a wedgie.

Tee hee hee.

I think I could by dying... (**ALERT** Very Gross Post)

I started feeling "not-so-hot" about 11:30 at the crop last night. At first I thought it was just the tomatoes in the soup. They usually give me indigestion real bad. By the time I got home, it was significantly worse. I ended up taking Alka-Seltzer - - twice. No help. So I slept propped up. I'm using the word sleep kind of loosely. Anyone with acid reflux should know that sometimes (this is gross, if you easily get grossed out, don't read the next part) stuff comes back up in your throat. That happened twice during the night. Then the cramping started. I won't go any further. Use your imagination. I finally took a prescription pill I had for just such occasions. Let's hope it "stops things up" down there.

My fever is *just* enough to make me feel like doo. (Pun intended.) When will the insanity stop around here? I think this house and all of it's contents need to be dipped in bleach.

Blech.