Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Embarking on a Journey...

Last night was the first of 12 weekly webinars that I will be attending as part of Freeman Michaels Weight Release Program. I was afforded this opportunity through "Feels Like Home" blog author Tara. Having been through several different weight loss programs in my adult life I'm hoping that Freeman's will help me come to the root of my dysfunctional relationship with food and hopefully lead me down a road of weight loss and self acceptance.

In the week that follows each webinar I will post about what we discussed and my attempts at putting things into practice. It should be an interesting 12 weeks.

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Motivation where are you when I need you?

My company has been in dire financial shape for most of the years I've worked for it. I am the only remaining fixture order processor and some months the work I process is all we ship out. Right now it seems were closer to going out of business then we've ever been and I can't stand it when my phone rings and it's a customer.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Can you say DAMN!!!

In my fantasy world this is what my boyfriend's body looks like...

In the real world it's more like this...

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Too Much Trampoline...

Baby Ween went a little wild on the trampoline
over the weekend and ended up with a broken arm.
A crack in her Humerus bone right below her shoulder.
The fracture is so high on her arm no cast was
required. She just has to wear a sling for a couple
of weeks and go back in a few days for another x-ray.
Baby Ween seems to be taking it in stride.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

That's Right...I Went...

Sunday Night Pay-Per-View Extravaganza


Mr. Mark, Kyle and I went to witness it all. I must say it was a lot of fun. I took lots of pictures, bought a program and had my Crab Fries from Chickie & Pete's.

I would go again....

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Turning Two Was A Success...

Baby Ween turned two on June 20th and I can't believe it. While she grows more inquisitive and hysterical everyday I sometimes miss her babyness. The other night before bed she allowed me to hold her in my arms like a baby and I sang "Rock-a-Bye-Baby" to her several times. But before I got too content she sat back up and I had to recount every detail of her birthday party and sing Happy Birthday to her several times. I was then called into service to sing several more made up songs before she would relent and allow me to put her into her crib. This was also the night our air conditioner broke so anyone sitting on their deck likely heard my homemade version of "She'll be Coming Around the Mountain." In my song Elizabeth was the one who was coming around the mountain, in a pickup with Daddy, with a big brown bear, with a silly penguin and carrying a purple baby. It just went on and on. She makes it harder and harder to leave her room at night, learning easily, it seems, how to stall for more time. I rub the sheets, I kiss her face all over, I sometimes allow her to squish my more then ample tummy. She turns her music on, jumps around a little bit and then reaches out to me as I walk to the door. All in a bid to not have to lay down, to not have to close the book on another day. As I've done every night since her arrival home from the hospital I creep in before I go to sleep. I listen for her breath and I say a small pray for her safetly and her happiness. I also say thank you for all those who love her and for having her in our lives. As the road to three unfurls I'm excited by what will come next not just for Baby Ween, but for all of us.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

New Interests for Baby Ween...

Sunday our almost two year old Baby Ween was in the kitchen with me. I opened the fridge for something and she bent down and retrieved one of Daddy's "bottles". She stood up, held up the bottle and said "Beer". Plain as day. She had never uttered it before so I was floored. She turned and found Daddy in the living room and delivered his beverage, without him even asking. What service!!

When I returned to the living room she was daintily walking around the room with her little plastic mug saying "hot tea, hot tea". Then something caught her eye. Daddy was scanning the channels and she seemed interested in something she had seen. Daddy went back a few channels and there it was...Ultimate Fighting. Two guys were going to town beating on each other and Baby Ween started going crazy. She was jumping around, hollering, kicking her feet and swinging her arms. Daddy and I sat there cracking up at her display. This went on for a minute or so until one of the fighters knocked the other out and the match was over. She got quiet and as mysteriously as it began it was over. She raised her cup to her lips took a sip and said "hot tea, hot tea."