Can't wait to see this...
and this...
and this...
Thursday, December 31
Wednesday, December 30
Chores
I think I'm going to do a little housework. I really want to scrapbook later today. I'm going to bust my arse getting things done and then reap the rewards later.
I'm giving myself one hour to get some work done. I'll report back then. If I'm not happy with my results, I'll take another hour.
I'm going in...
I'm giving myself one hour to get some work done. I'll report back then. If I'm not happy with my results, I'll take another hour.
I'm going in...
B's Movie Review
It's been a while.
This one has been out on DVD for a while now. And I'm just now getting around to seeing it.
"He's Just Not That Into You."
I loved it. Mr. B and I watched it together. Sadly, I wish I'd seen it about twenty years ago. I don't know that I would have learned anything, but I would love for my 17-18 year old self to hear some of that. Luckily for those my age or older, we didn't have caller-id jacking up our phone stalking. Those were some good times. I could totally relate to GiGi in that movie. That was *so* me back in the day. Which translates to - - I was pathetic. I had to have a man to identify me. I chased and I chased. It's so embarrassing.
Anyway - - the movie was great. I loved it. I laughed out loud several times.
I give it a strong, "A."
This one has been out on DVD for a while now. And I'm just now getting around to seeing it.
"He's Just Not That Into You."
I loved it. Mr. B and I watched it together. Sadly, I wish I'd seen it about twenty years ago. I don't know that I would have learned anything, but I would love for my 17-18 year old self to hear some of that. Luckily for those my age or older, we didn't have caller-id jacking up our phone stalking. Those were some good times. I could totally relate to GiGi in that movie. That was *so* me back in the day. Which translates to - - I was pathetic. I had to have a man to identify me. I chased and I chased. It's so embarrassing.
Anyway - - the movie was great. I loved it. I laughed out loud several times.
I give it a strong, "A."
Tuesday, December 29
It's on.
Like donkey kong. Okay, that was gay.
It is on though. Time for weight loss. So me and eleventy billion others will dive into the "get healthy" thing for the first of the year.
I have to do it this time. I have to.
I'm doing it for me, first and foremost. I want to look better. I want to feel better. I want to not be embarrassed in my own skin. I want to go back to the days of getting ready in the bathroom in just my undies. Not covered up in a ginormous robe. I want to look in the mirror and be proud of who I am. I've seen a couple of pictures of me from Christmas. I'm not liking it. At all. I want to love what I see, when I see it. And when I don't. I also want the 8000 pairs of Victoria's Secret underwear that I have, that are like new, to fit me. I want to be ready to put a swimsuit on this summer. No, I won't be anywhere near perfection by then, but I want to be happy. I want to be a healthier person.
I'm also doing it for Mr. B. I know he loves me no matter what. He's never said a hurtful thing about my weight. He's not that kind of guy. I know some guys can be real a-holes when it comes to this. Not Mr. B. He's encouraging in the right kind of way. I want him to be proud of me.
I want to do this for my kids, too. I want to ride bikes with them and run and play. I feel old. And I'm not old. Not really. I want then to be proud of me, too. I don't want them to ever be embarrassed of me.
How am I going to do this? Common freaking sense. I'm not joining a gym. I'm not hiring a personal trainer. I'm not joining a "Hi, I'm a fat ass" program. I'm going to do it. I'm going to utilize the workout programs I have on the Wii, ride my new bicycle, walk our dog, etc. And - - I'm going to watch what I eat. Late night snacking is my downfall. I have to stop. Just stop. I know I can. Smaller portions, less sugar, no candy and lots of water.
I'm not seeking any advice here. Not trying to be snarky. Just saying that I'm going to do this. I appreciate encouragement. Not nagging. And - - the first skinny person that comments on here about how "proud they are of me" is gonna get their ass kicked. I'm sure you skinnies mean well, it just comes across condescending to us fatties. Just sayin'.
So - - here I am. Plus-sized me. Gonna lose some weight. For me. For my husband. For my kids.
*sigh*
January 1st - - it's on. Anyone want to join me?
I am going to post my progress once per week. I'll include some of my motivational play lists, workouts I've done, etc.
It's scary. And I have a long way to go. Short-term goals.
I. Can. Do. This.
It is on though. Time for weight loss. So me and eleventy billion others will dive into the "get healthy" thing for the first of the year.
I have to do it this time. I have to.
I'm doing it for me, first and foremost. I want to look better. I want to feel better. I want to not be embarrassed in my own skin. I want to go back to the days of getting ready in the bathroom in just my undies. Not covered up in a ginormous robe. I want to look in the mirror and be proud of who I am. I've seen a couple of pictures of me from Christmas. I'm not liking it. At all. I want to love what I see, when I see it. And when I don't. I also want the 8000 pairs of Victoria's Secret underwear that I have, that are like new, to fit me. I want to be ready to put a swimsuit on this summer. No, I won't be anywhere near perfection by then, but I want to be happy. I want to be a healthier person.
I'm also doing it for Mr. B. I know he loves me no matter what. He's never said a hurtful thing about my weight. He's not that kind of guy. I know some guys can be real a-holes when it comes to this. Not Mr. B. He's encouraging in the right kind of way. I want him to be proud of me.
I want to do this for my kids, too. I want to ride bikes with them and run and play. I feel old. And I'm not old. Not really. I want then to be proud of me, too. I don't want them to ever be embarrassed of me.
How am I going to do this? Common freaking sense. I'm not joining a gym. I'm not hiring a personal trainer. I'm not joining a "Hi, I'm a fat ass" program. I'm going to do it. I'm going to utilize the workout programs I have on the Wii, ride my new bicycle, walk our dog, etc. And - - I'm going to watch what I eat. Late night snacking is my downfall. I have to stop. Just stop. I know I can. Smaller portions, less sugar, no candy and lots of water.
I'm not seeking any advice here. Not trying to be snarky. Just saying that I'm going to do this. I appreciate encouragement. Not nagging. And - - the first skinny person that comments on here about how "proud they are of me" is gonna get their ass kicked. I'm sure you skinnies mean well, it just comes across condescending to us fatties. Just sayin'.
So - - here I am. Plus-sized me. Gonna lose some weight. For me. For my husband. For my kids.
*sigh*
January 1st - - it's on. Anyone want to join me?
I am going to post my progress once per week. I'll include some of my motivational play lists, workouts I've done, etc.
It's scary. And I have a long way to go. Short-term goals.
I. Can. Do. This.
Scrapbook Order Surplus
I found out why the bill was so high. They doubled up on me on the paper. I don't remember ordering *that* much paper. So - - here's the deal-io. If you are local, or Shawna, and want some of this Twilight themed paper, just give me a shout. First come, first served. I can't remember how much each sheet is. Close to a $1 a piece. Let me know if you are interested. I'll show it to ya. Cute stuff - - I just don't need this much.
*kisses*
*kisses*
Monday, December 28
Pillow Talk
No - - not dirty talk. Not intimate "revealings."
I'm talking about bedtime for the kids. Here's how things have gone down tonight:
1. I hear the bed springs squeaking. That means they are jumping on the bed. I went and stood in the doorway and caught them. The goofballs still denied it. Then, when I said I saw them, Cameron said, "Justin told me to do it." So I turned the t.v. off. That's when Cameron started crying. He said he wasn't done watching it. I told him he wasn't even facing that direction. Apparently I hurt his feelings. I'm so sorry.
This is where I went to soak in the tub. I needed to soak in Calgon. For the sanity and for the moisture. Plus, I'd been snuggling with Bella. So I smelled like dog. Out of Calgon. Buggar. I soaked in some other bath salt stuff and loaded up on the lotion.
2. I got out to hear the kids laughing and cutting up. I asked Mr. B what they were doing. He didn't know. Well, caught again. This time, stacking stuff up on the bed. Bean bags, extra pillows, etc.
Go. To. Bed.
Ugh.
GO TO BED!!!!
I'm talking about bedtime for the kids. Here's how things have gone down tonight:
1. I hear the bed springs squeaking. That means they are jumping on the bed. I went and stood in the doorway and caught them. The goofballs still denied it. Then, when I said I saw them, Cameron said, "Justin told me to do it." So I turned the t.v. off. That's when Cameron started crying. He said he wasn't done watching it. I told him he wasn't even facing that direction. Apparently I hurt his feelings. I'm so sorry.
This is where I went to soak in the tub. I needed to soak in Calgon. For the sanity and for the moisture. Plus, I'd been snuggling with Bella. So I smelled like dog. Out of Calgon. Buggar. I soaked in some other bath salt stuff and loaded up on the lotion.
2. I got out to hear the kids laughing and cutting up. I asked Mr. B what they were doing. He didn't know. Well, caught again. This time, stacking stuff up on the bed. Bean bags, extra pillows, etc.
Go. To. Bed.
Ugh.
GO TO BED!!!!
More snow?
We have a 30% chance for snow tonight and a 90% chance tomorrow. I can't believe it. At least we don't have to go anywhere. I can't believe this West Texas weather.
Oh, by the way - - I'm hating the oldest cat more than ever. I swear I'm gonna put a hit out on her. I have connections. I know people. Seriously - - will she ever die? I'm sick of the pee on the bathroom rug. Old bat.
Oh, by the way - - I'm hating the oldest cat more than ever. I swear I'm gonna put a hit out on her. I have connections. I know people. Seriously - - will she ever die? I'm sick of the pee on the bathroom rug. Old bat.
Eeeeek.
Mr. B is in San Antonio today getting the bed liner sprayed into his truck. Since we didn't get to go as planned (stupid weather) I wasn't able to go by and pick my order up from the scrapbook store there. I asked him if he would mind going by there for me. He said he'd do it. (*yay*) Except for the bill. He called and said, "$50????" I should have known better. It would have been easier to just pay for the shipping.
Oh well. It comes out of my allowance. I know he doesn't understand. I don't think he ever will.
Oh well. It comes out of my allowance. I know he doesn't understand. I don't think he ever will.
Saturday, December 26
Prayers
Please pray for baby Taytem. She is battling for her sweet little life. She is the newborn daughter of a friend of a friend. And therefore, a friend of mine. Our God is a God of Miracles. He is good all the time. He is in control.
His timing. His miracles. His peace. His grace. His mercy. His love.
Taytem - - for you sweetheart.
His timing. His miracles. His peace. His grace. His mercy. His love.
Taytem - - for you sweetheart.
Gah.
I really hope he is a one-term president.
I went and listened to Bill Clinton speak. I thought he was absolutely fascinating. I would not give our current president any of my time. I'd kind of like to give him a wedgie. Just sayin'.
I went and listened to Bill Clinton speak. I thought he was absolutely fascinating. I would not give our current president any of my time. I'd kind of like to give him a wedgie. Just sayin'.
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