You're all winners!!

His first trophy. Ever.

Way to go J-Man.

Better.

I'm finally snapping out of the haze. Yuck.

Ringers off. Air cold. Sound minimal. Blinds closed.

I have an appointment at 3:45 to get an injection.

E-mail

If you ever want e-mails from me (no forwards) then would you send me your e-mail address? I lost all of my addresses when Mr. B reloaded the operating system on my laptop.

Seriously - - I don't forward. It has to be DANG funny for me to forward something.

And please - - don't send me that cutesy crap. Or the stuff telling me that my left boob will fall off if I don't forward the message to eleventy-billion of my closest friends. Or anything that says Obama is the anti-Christ.

Here's my e-mail address:

becky@brayfamily.us

I'm serious. If you send me crap, I'm gonna call you out here. And I will make fun of you unmercifully. And then I will put a hex on your ass. Capiche?

Headed to the pool.

Dinner is made for tonight and in the fridge.

My float thing is loaded in the van.

We have bathing suits on.

We are out of here for the afternoon.

It is good to be us.

Better.

See - - venting is good.

I didn't sleep worth a crap last night. I was in Justin's bed. All three boys were in our bed. NONE of the beds in our house are comfortable to me. They all hurt my back. I think I should sleep on the floor. I may try that tonight.

Nothing else is going on. We are plugging along on this summer thing. So far, so good.

In control.

I control my feelings.

I decide if I'm going to let something bother me.

With that said, some things still just piss.me.off.

It's a basketball thing.

Yoda - - thanks for the tip. This guy is freakin' hilarious. His impersonation of Barkely is spot on.

Chinese Food

We ate dinner out tonight. It was on the menu. We really try to limit our eating out to once per week.

We were going to go to Logan's for their special. But, we pulled up at 6:01 and the special ended at 6:00. Story of my life. I was jazzed for a bite or two of that bread.

Instead, we went to the airport and had Chinese. For you non-locals, they are the place to go for cheap, decent Chinese. No, it's not ethnic, like if you actually live in Asia or anything. Just - - decent.

Basically - - the place is a dive. We're talking vinyl table cloths, etc.

I laughed my butt off while we were eating there. Something about people in there eating with chopsticks cracks me up. Seriously? And if you are one of the locals who goes in there and eats with chopsticks, I laugh at you, too. I laugh hard. Dorks.

B's movie review.

It's been a while since I've seen a new movie. I realize that this one isn't all that new. New to me.

All I can say is that it re-affirmed a lot of what I already know. There are some crazy people in this world. And women can be quite vindictive and hateful. And if you jack with a woman's hot husband, be prepared to deal with her wrath. Beyonce goes *off* on her. I mean O.F.F.

It wasn't the best movie I've ever seen, but worth the eye-candy in Idris Elba. That man is a gigantic bowl of yum.

Because I feel like this is a modern day "Fatal Attraction" of sorts. I'm taking off points for creativity.

B's moving rating: B.

First official day of summer vacation...

...for us. I didn't count Friday because Mr. B was on vacation. We had an awesome four day weekend. It was nice. I was sad Mr. B had to go back to work today. I wish he loved it. He used to. That makes me sad for him.

I digress.

Today, the kids and I started summer vacation. It has, for the most part, been without incident. I know, I know. Only a few hours into it. For us - - no incident is good news.

I had a follow up appointment with my GI doctor today. I'm still having some problems getting this IBS under control. (I know. Poo issues. Gross.) She upped my meds for it. The funny thing is that it's an anti-anxiety medication. That should work out to my benefit as storm season approaches. Anyway, she had me lay down on the table so she could poke and press on my tummy. When she pressed toward the top of my stomach, just under my rib cage, I nearly came up off of the table. It hurt! She said, "Wow. Your reflux isn't under control at all." Great. She wants to change my medication for that. I already knew I was having reflux problems. I've dealth with that most of my adult life. (My gene pool is the pits.) She decided to try me on something different for the reflux. Kind of scary because the last med I tried (before my current one) gave me body aches. I don't want or need that right now.

I asked her if my reflux symptoms would decrease if I lost some weight. Her answer, "Without a doubt." No time like the present I guess. All signs point to me needing to get my weight under control again. I hate having to diet. Hate, hate, HATE it. It's so easy to pack it on and quite a chore to take it off.

I haven't decided what approach I'm going to take. I'm of the opinion that I should not have to pay to lose weight. I didn't have to pay to put it on. I'm guessing that a good starting point is getting off of my ass and moving. Novel idea, huh? I'm going to spend a day or two researching weight loss plans. Until then, it's sensible eating, movement of some sort (maybe I'll get back to using my Wii Fit), and staying away from sugar. No mango sweet teas from Sonic and no other sweets.

Curse my sweet tooth. I think I might make me a voo doo doll. A fat one. And everytime I think I want something to eat, I'm going to stab it. That's what I'm going to do. A voo doo doll. That sounds kind of bad ass. I like it.

Hmmmm, how do I make one of those?