Thursday, December 31, 2009

The Poop Post

I feel the need to share this with you. I find it unique and original and extremely amusing.

Here is the address:






Happy New Years Eve


May 2010 bring you:

Sanitary germs to keep you just germy enough to stay healthy

Tons of work to keep the mulah rolling in. Or if you're one of those special people who don't need to work to make mulah than may a swift wind come and toss your money around to all the people who need it more. (just kidding . . . sort of)

Smiles. Lots and lots of smiles. But not sooo many that your face hurts and ends up permanently forced into a smile because then what happens when you're mad or sad? People will still think you're happy and that's not cool.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Wii is the Culprit

Okay so I don't believe I 'weighed in' yesterday, so here goes:

Yesterday I weighed the same : ?22.6

And today I gained a pound: ?23.2

I say Wii is the culprit. It is addicting and causes me to work and build up muscle (which weighs more than fat-come on everyone knows that) and therefore I am building muscle (rolls eyes) and losing fat? LOL I am trying to convince myself. Don't worry. I know how ridiculous it sounds.

In any case I fell off the wagon a post or so ago and it left me high and dry in the dust which is probably the true culprit of my weight gain instead of loss. I have been pigging out. I'm not sure why. But January first is near and I am going to give every effort in me to eat well and Wii/dance/walk my heart out.

As for blog reviews. I may do one every now and again when I find one exceptionally exceptional or exceptionally awful, but I have decided not to make it a regular thing. It was a novel idea in idea form but on the blog, not so much.

It snowed yesterday. Heavy and beautiful and white and it stuck and today . . . it is melting all around us. At this time last year it was blizzardy and it had been for going on 3 weeks. I miss the blizzardy. Then again, I don't. I'm fickle.

I got a call last night from the boogey man Art who asked me to look up flight prices for him from PDX to LAX (ie: Portland to Los Angeles) I said okay even though I am technically no longer obligated to do his secretarial bidding due to the fact that we are no longer together. He then went on to explain that he is going to fly into LA and then drive to Mexico city. When I asked him how long he was going to be gone he said 3 days. Uh, Okay. Yeah buddy, you're time doesn't quite add up. From Los Angeles to Mexico City alone it would take 3 days. Not to mention if you drive back that's 6 and then 3 more days if that is the intended amount of time meant to be IN Mexico. That makes 9. ((sigh)) In any case, he was supposed to have left today. I wonder if they'll let him come back, considering his green card is going to expire in the next month and I have the extention paperwork... hmmm.

Anything else to share?

Oh I am revamping (mostly done) my blog so if you find buttons you can't click on or links that don't link, I'm working on it.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009


For Christmas my mom, stepdad and sister bought a Wii game station. I bought a game to go with it. I don't know what the game is called but it rivals DDR (Dance Dance Revolution) I fear I may become addicted. I sweat like no tomorrow, I work harder than any other cardio I have ever done and I don't notice as the time slips away cuz I am having too much fun. Now does that sound like a deal or what?? Heck yeah!

So until this frigid weather goes away, my cardio/exercise will be done here in the house in front of the TV mimicking computer generated people as I quite literally dance my ass butt off. Wahooo!

And now, because I spent a good portion of my evening doing just that and my legs and arms are a tad sore, I will bid you all adieu. So adieu... is that French? And if so, what does it mean because au revoir is goodbye. Hmmm... something to ponder... or google when I am not so exhausted.

Monday, December 28, 2009

First Blog Review - A Military Wife's Mayhem

Author: Vanessa


The layout of this blog is beautiful. The columns are evenly spaced (I hate it when one side is bigger than the other), the icons and links easy to read and well assorted. The color scheme is easy to look at. No squinting or straining here! My only complaint is that her 'follow me' button is far too low on the page. It should be at the top, easy to find.


The content is easy to read, with a good amount of pictures (there is such a thing as too many and really, who want to go to a blog with absolutely NO pictures?) Her writing is mildly amusing and at times comical and consists of mostly the goings on of her family with a few 'Momversations'. - basically her opinions on a mom-related video.

Overall Review

If you like Mom blogs, this is one for you. I for one, found it pretty mainstream. Nothing to make it really stand out except the initial 'wow, this thing is really well laid out and pretty!' . . . It basically flat-lined after that.

Other Blogs I would Give the Same Review to: by Michelle

I, Buzzy's Mama, hereby am reviewing The opinions stated herein are my opinions and my opinions only. Should the author of aforementioned blog wish for me to re-review the blog I will. Should the author of the aforementioned blog wish for me to remove the review from my blog, I will. Should the author of the aforementioned blog wish for me to put mayonnaise and ketchup on my face and pickles up my nose, I will not. I reserve the right to my opinions and will obtain such opinions in my brain regardless of the author of the aforementioned blog's request for me to remove their review. I will not be held responsible for the amount of views the review will have had before the removal of the aforementioned review. In closing, I am reviewing Please e-mail me at if you are the author of the aforementioned blog and have comments, questions and/or requests regarding the removal of the review. Thank you.

Blog Reviews - A New Hobby

I was sitting here watching Fanboy and Chum Chum while my girls sleep in their respective beds. (Yeah, it's pretty lame that I keep the retarded cartoon on even when they're sleeping) and I was thinking about what I can do besides clean (Yeah, not my favorite past time) Write my BIP or as it is called now my BIE -Book In Edit- (But I am letting that rest for a while to acquire a new fresh perspective), play SIMS (tempting but it gets old fast) or blog... yes, I love to blog. But there is truly only so much one can blog about regarding ones own life. Well, I suppose I could go on and on about the zit on my lips and the fact that my post partum hair loss is completely out of control. I could talk about external yeast infections, Buzzy's boogers, Breezely's diaper rash and my perculator that refuses to perculate. I could talk about Art and how he frustrates me, the fact that I LOVE the wii my mom, step dad and sister bought for Christmas. I could talk about my unhealthy hatred of stuffed animals and my compulsive need to roll hair but I won't.

Instead, I have come up with Buzzy's Mama Blog Reviews. Yes, I am going to find all the blogs in the world... Okay maybe not... but I'm going to find a buttload of blogs and review them on layout, content, etc. Of course, should I feature a blog and the author wishes for me to remove the review, I will be happy to oblige. But in the meantime... Reviewing I will go!!


(this will appear at the bottom of each blog review)

I, Buzzy's Mama, hereby am reviewing ________ blog. The opinions stated herein are my opinions and my opinions only. Should the author of aforementioned blog wish for me to re-review the blog I will. Should the author of the aforementioned blog wish for me to remove the review from my blog, I will. Should the author of the aforementioned blog wish for me to put maynonaise and ketchup on my face and pickles up my nose, I will not. I reserve the right to my opinions and will obtain such opinions in my brain regardless of the author of the aforementioned blog's request for me to remove their review. I will not be held responsible for the amount of views the review will have had before the removal of the aforementioned review. In closing, I am reviewing _________ blog. Please e-mail me at if you are the author of the aforementioned blog and have comments, questions and/or requests regarding the removal of the review. Thank you.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Favorite Scenes from iCarly


Weigh for today - ?22.6 = same as yesterday


He Drives Me Nuts

Buzzy talks to Art every night before going to sleep and every night I have to talk to him too. It drives me crazy. Not only does he have nothing important to say but he says the same trivial things over and over and over. And as if that isn't bad enough, he mumbles. Oh Lordy does he mumble and half the time I have to have him repeat 2-3 times the trivial little detail to understand what he said and then I realize that I didn't really want or need to know it in the first place. AGGH!

I thought that this time apart, him living with his nephews and me living with my mom might birth within me a renewed sence of appreciation for him, a new desire, a longing or at least a sence of nostalgia for what at one time was. Yet, I find myself feeling more and more distant. I don't love him. I don't want him. He can offer me nothing except monetarily and even at that, the government and my family do a much better job. He is literally only connected to me by my girls. This makes me sad because at one time I loved him very much. At one time I risked everything not only to be with him but to make him legal and able to stay with me.

How things change in such a short amount of time.
I dedicate this song by Taylor Swift to my relationship with him. The relationship that started at 15.

Fifteen lyrics
Songwriters: Swift, Taylor Alison;
You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors
It's the morning of your very first day
And you say hi to your friends you ain't seen in a while
Try and stay out of everybody's way

It's your freshman year and you're gonna be here
For the next four years in this town
Hoping one of those senior boys will wink at you and say
"You know, I haven't seen you around before"

'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you
You're gonna believe them
And when you're fifteen feeling like there's nothing to figure out
Well, count to ten, take it in
This is life before you know who you're gonna be

You sit in class next to a redhead named Abigail
And soon enough you're best friends
Laughing at the other girls who think they're so cool
We'll be outta here as soon as we can

And then you're on your very first date and he's got a car
And you're feeling like flying
And you're momma's waiting up and you're thinking he's the one
And you're dancing 'round your room when the night ends
When the night ends

'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you
You're gonna believe them
When you're fifteen and your first kiss
Makes your head spin 'round
But in your life you'll do things greater than
Dating the boy on the football team
But I didn't know it at fifteen

When all you wanted was to be wanted
Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now

Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday
But I realized some bigger dreams of mine
And Abigail gave everything she had to a boy
Who changed his mind and we both cried

'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you
You're gonna believe them
And when you're fifteen, don't forget to look before you fall
I've found time can heal most anything
And you just might find who you're supposed to be
I didn't know who I was supposed to be at fifteen

Your very first day
Take a deep breath girl
Take a deep breath as you walk through the doors

Falling Off the Wagon, as We Speak

I did pretty well today eating. Until this evening. I did so well. For breakfast, oatmeal and a banana. For snack some of Buzzy's apple (cuz she can't eat the whole thing) for lunch I had a lean cuisine meal. For snack I had a matzo cracker with lightly spread peanut butter on it. And then I got a migraine . . . I'm imagining a low blood sugar induced one. So I ate a half a blueberry muffin and that's when the falling began. Then I wanted more, so I ate the other half of the blueberry muffin and I noticed that while I was chewing my head didn't hurt as bad, so then I ate a special K bar. ((sigh)) Now my mom and step-dad are getting Papa Murpheys pizza for dinner and ya, I'm intending to fall completely off the wagon. It's really very sad. Only the 2nd day. But I'm taking it a meal at a time. I will still weigh tomorrow and intend to eat well. I know for a fact that New Years Eve will be another big accident on the road of wagons . . . LOL Until tomorrow . . . or later, depending on how much I feel the need to blog.

To Be or Not To Be . . . Don't Ask

My Diet
K, so I gained 2 lbs between yesterday and today making my weigh in today ?22.6
I think it was the chicken curry I had for dinner which I am sure was super loaded with sodium. I didn't eat much else yesterday, let alone anything bad so that is all I can chalk it up to.
Breakfast - quarter of a nutrigrain bar (habits die hard. I had given it to Buzzy, she didn't want it and so without a thought I popped it into my mouth. UGH)
Lunch - Nonfat tall pumpkin spice late and some turkey
Dinner - yellow chicken curry with potatoes and carrots over white rice
Snacks - 1 banana and 3/4 of a baby orange...
I don't think that coulda hurt me? Am I wrong?

Holiday Sadness
While Christmas was not everything I had hoped due to family members including Buzzy being sick and others just in a bad mood I must be thankful that I at least have all my family members.
A friend of mine's husband (mid thirties)had a massive heart attack the Monday before Christmas and on Christmas Eve he was taken off life-support per his will. On Christmas Eve my friend had to tell her three children (ages 3, 5 and 9) that their daddy was very special and on this Christmas Eve he got to go to Heaven to celebrate with Jesus. She then took them to say goodbye to their daddy for the last time.
It breaks my heart just thinking about it. Brings tears to my eyes and makes me so thankful for everyone in my life.

I've been recently asked what I mean when I say I am anti-green. It means I don't bust my butt to recycle, it means I use aerosol cans, I don't use recycled products, I am not disturbed by people who use diesel gasoline, I don't conserve water or electricity (it's there to be used), I don't use non-toxic house cleaners, I don't use the material bags (DISGUSTING) the grocery stores offer in place of paper or plastic (In fact give me paper inside of plastic please), I don't burn compost and I don't donate to any efforts for global warming (or as it is now called 'climate change' - uh, hello isn't this called seasons?! **Gasp** NOT THAT!!) or animals that are going extinct. Sorry if it sounds crass but if an animal is going extinct there is a reason. Let nature be.

Politically Incorrect
I have also been recently asked if I consider myself to act politically correct. The answer to that is a BIG FAT WHOPPING
No, I don't.
I call it like it is and don't make a habit of sugar coating anything.

The terrorists held that were behind September 11th had their clothes removed and ropes tied (loosely) around their necks as American soldiers took pictures. HELL YES! You can believe if the positions were reversed the Americans would not only be humiliated in such a fashion but tortured and ultimately killed. Cuz that's how terrorists roll.

Soldiers were reprimanded for stepping on the Koran (or the Quran - whatever) and using it for target practice HELL NO! Muslims have been known to not only defile the Holy Bible but to burn it! Why the hell shouldn't we step on or shoot the HELL outta the Koran??

December is a month that celebrates Christmas and Hanukkah. Therefore if someone wishes you Merry Christmas or Happy Hanukkah, there should be no offense taken regardless of what you actually celebrate. (even if you celebrate nothing) The sentiment is well wishes. Get over yourself and your Happy Holidays, Seasons Greeting, Winter Break. That's Bullshitcrap. It's Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Christmas Break and dangit if I don't care if you're offended by my good sentiment.

There is so much more, but I am starting to get a headache from the elevation of blood pressure just at the thought.


Saturday, December 26, 2009

First Weight


As I explained in another post, I have decided not to disclose the first number until I feel a bit more comfortable with my weight. But the above are the last 2-3 digits of my weight. Next week on January 2nd, that number needs to be at LEAST 18.8 . . . but preferably more. I will be weighing daily, though to track my progress. Until next time.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Christmas & the Buzzy Mama Reduction Plan

Christmas was rough this year.
Not a lot of money.
Not a lot of health.
Not a lot of much.
But we were with family and THAT is all that matters.
Christmas isn't about a ton of gifts under the tree.
It is about being with the ones you love and loving them.
Christmas was rough but it was good. Great even.
Because I was with my family.
The most important thing anyone can have.

On another note:
Tomorrow it starts
((dramatic music here))
Tomorrow I will embark on a mission that I have embarked on before and failed miserably.
I will not fail this time
With God as my witness, health as my motivation, and you all - my audience - holding me accountable, I here by swear to do everything in my power to lose a minimum of 2lbs per week until I am beneath 200lbs. I will be posting 1 photo a week and weighing daily, so don't be surprised if an entry only holds a number.

I am excited, and nervous. I want to cry and laugh and pray that this time I will find it within myself to succeed because I and I alone hold the power to do so.

I have been finding inspiration in watching On Demand reruns of The Biggest Loser. I want to be a BIG LOSER. Oh how badly I want to be a BIG LOSER.

So here is to tomorrow and the next day and the next week, month, year. Pray for me. Pray that I can stay the course and shed the pounds. Not only for vanity, but for my health so that I will be alive to see my daughters grow into adults. How pathetic would it be to miss that because of poor eating habits? Pathetic and desperately saddening to my heart.

So it all comes down to this.
Are you with me?
Will you follow me?
Will you encourage me?
I hope so.
But regardless, I'm on a mission
The Buzzy's Mama Reduction Plan

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Danta, NoMan, Poopy & Moon

Tonight my mom and I bundled Buzzy and Breezely up and took them out into the arctic Washington weather. We took my sisters truck to look at Christmas lights, Buzzy 'dwivin' on Nana's lap and Breezely fidgety on mine.

First off, even though the neighborhood lights are beautiful and gaudy and inspring my daughter (Buzzy of course because Breezely couldn't care less, especially when her binky keeps getting ripped out of her mouth - by her own hand) is much more fascinated by the moon. Everywhere we drive. "Nana, Moon! Mama, Moon! Bwi, Moon!" Yes, she tried to show her 4 month old sister the moon. How sweet is that?

There were a few lights and yard decorations that did catch Buzzy's attention though. First and foremost, Danta, who with her cold sounds more like Data but is in all actuality, Santa. The minute we'd see one she'd yell, Data Data and after we stopped and my mom would let her foot off the brake she'd immediately say, "Mo-uh" for more because she didn't want to leave yet. We also saw lots of "Nomans" which of course is Snowman in Buzzy speak and she was thoroughly confused when we saw a very obvious snow'woman' with eyelashes and other 'assets'. We call her a snowwoman and she just stared at us like we were nuts. And last but not least we saw Poopy. Not the brown stuff that comes in a diaper or a pooper scooper. No, not that. You'd think she'd call him soupy or noopy, but no. Alas, Snoopy is called Poopy. Poor dog.

And that was our night of neighborhood Christmas light scavenging.

More fun little tradition tidbits to come, I'm sure.

Sleeping Beauties Sickies

The girls are sleeping.

Buzzy's nose is running, she's congested and face down in the carpet in what I assume is either defeat or an effort to stop the faucet in her nose.

Lessy (who I am going to start calling Breezely - info on that soon) is waking. Her binky is teetering out of her mouth, she's tossing and turning within her tightly swaddled blanket.

And I am watching THE BIGGEST LOSER in an attempt to motivate myself further than I already am. I will NOT fail this time.

Now, as for me changing Lessy's name. Don't worry. I'm not changing the website URL and she will always be Lessy in the sense of her name evolution. She was Little Nameless, then Lessy for lack of a nickname but now at home she has been given the nickname Breezely, and so that is what I will call her here.

I have a friend named David. He's really sweet. I hope I get the chance to write more about him soon. Yes, read into that what you will.

Monday, December 21, 2009


If you don't know I am on state insurance. Washington state insurance. The insurance itself is phenomenal. 3 pregnancies + 2 c-sections + 2 babies later and I have paid $0 for any medical treatment. Literally $0. Like I said, PHENOMENAL!

However, the administrators of the insurance, or at least the people who make up and send out the benefit info have some serious issues.

I received my insurance card today. It was completely in English. On the sheet of paper behind it, at the top reads in HUGE letters:


Then below this in semi-small print it says:

If this is not a language you can read, please call 1-xxx-xxx-xxxx

This exact sentiment is then repeated in Amharic, Cambodian, Chinese, Farsi, Hmong, Ilocano, Korean, Laotian, Oromo, Punjabi, Romanian, Russian, Samoan, Serbo-Croatian, Somali, Spanish, Tagalog, Tigrigna, Ukrainian and Vietnamese.

So first, the letter states that if the text is too small to read to call such and such a number. First of all the text is so FRIGGIN BIG that only the legally blind couldn't read it. Second, if by some rare instance it was too small for a person to read, how would they know to call the number if they ((gasp)) couldn't read it?? Then the rest of the letter is in a font so small that if you can't read the huge text at the top you may as well be looking at a paper full of black lines for all you'd be able to read. But if by some miracle you can read it, the letter states to call such and such a number IF you cannot read any one of the languages on the paper. My issue is, if you CAN read any of the languages on the paper, then you understand that you need not call the number and if you CANNOT read any of the languages on the paper than you are seriously SHIT OUT OF LUCK because you can't understand any of the languages to know that you need to call the damndang number!

Absolutely ridiculous if you ask me. Any good tree hugger would rightly sue the state of Washington for wasting such a good piece of paper in such a fashion. LOL

**If you know me, you know I am about as ANTI-TREE HUGGING as they come. I am anti-green, anti-recycle. Give me the toxic lawn chemicals, the aerosol hairspray cans and let's pump up the diesel!!!

God Said "No" . . .

I asked God to take away my habit.

God said, No.

It is not for me to take away,
but for you to give it up..

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No..
His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary.

I asked God to grant me patience.

God said, No. Patience is a byproduct of tribulations;
it isn't granted, it is learned.

I asked God to give me happiness.

God said, No.

I give you blessings;
Happiness is up to you.

I asked God to spare me pain.

God said, No.
Suffering draws you apart from
worldly cares
and brings you closer to me.

I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No.
You must grow on your own,
but I will prune you to make you fruitful.

I asked God for all things
that I might enjoy life.

God said, No.
I will give you life,
so that you may enjoy all things.

I asked God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.
God said... Ahhhh,
finally you have the idea.

Art is a Twerp

Need I say more?
Ok, Yes. I need to say more.
He frustrates the HELL Bajeezers outta me!
Everything about him. EV-ER-Y-STINKIN-THING!
I think my blood pressure rises when he even passes through my thoughts.
I hate that he can't just disappear from my life.
I don't want him seeing or influencing my girls.
I don't want him near me or anything that is precious to me.
I don't wanna fight, bicker, or have anything to do with him anymore.
Unfortunately, it doesn't matter what I want.
Damnit All! Fudge Balls!!

Has anyone else noticed my written word contains a lot more (but thankfully struck out) profanity? Yeah, I noticed too. I write it, decide I shouldn't say that and strike it out. I don't delete it because that is what I was thinking at that moment. I hate that he provokes such horrible thoughts. Thankfully they don't generally make the trip from the grooves in my brain to my tongue. Phewww!


And I repeat:

Perfect Day

Today is what I call a perfect Christmas-y winter day. Started out with rain, eggs, corn beef hash, hash browns and pancakes for breakfast. Then a bit of puddle stomping and then drying off and cozying up with hot chocolate and A Goofy Movie. We were going to watch Mickey's Christmas Carol but our DVD player is on the fritz. The Christmas tree is lit, baby Lessy is asleep, Buzzy is watching me type this out and fun music from the movie is playing in the background.

Random fact: I have a zit.

Fun Christmas Quotes in honor of the Season:

"In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it 'Christmas' and went to church; the Jews called it 'Hanukkah' and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say 'Merry Christmas!' or 'Happy Hanukkah!' or (to the atheists) 'Look out for the wall!'"

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Blogs, Books, Weight & Nasty Holiday Shopping/ers

Today was horrible interesting to say the least.

My grandma called and told me her plans for the day (as she usually does on Saturday) and asked if I would like to be a part of them. As usual, I said yes.

First on the agenda? Breakfast. But where?

I suggested IHOP but no she doesn't like IHOP. They are too busy, too stuffy, bad service, not great food and her excuses went on and on. (even though they're never busy, I don't know what she meant by stuffy, they usually have incredible service because they know us and LOVE BUZZY & LESSY) and the food is as good as any other 24/hour joint. But no, IHOP it wasn't.

I suggested Shari's but she didn't want to go there either.

So we finally decided on Elmers. I personally don't like Elmers. THEY DO have HORRIBLE SERVICE, just OKAY food, and are more expensive than any of the other 24/hour places. But Elmers it was.

So we went and were seated. My cousin ordered chocolate chip pancakes which came drowned in chocolate syrup. She tried to eat them but couldn't. They had to be sent back. Then two elderly people (who looked in perfect health, walked perfectly find *no walkers, canes or limps in sight*) came and sat down next to us with their annoying little poodle. Yes POODLE! As in D-O-G! What if we were allergic??? In any case the dog wore a harness that said Service Animal but it was so obviously one of the ones bought at Walmart or some pet boutique. The dog was so obviously not a service dog, just by its behavior. It couldn't sit still!! On top of that the bill was astronomical, and my grandma's and my food was just bleh. We should have gone to IHOP.

So to the mall we went. (Tra la la la?)

Let me say I don't like going to the mall at this time of year. People become ruthless. They push and shove, and grumble and yell and do a bunch of things that are so opposite of what this season is supposed to stand for.

So at the mall I went to the ACTIVATE counter (a carrier of at&t products) because 2 months ago we had opened a line and got a free phone with the promise of the iPhone arriving within the next few weeks. Well that was October and it is now December and the iPhone isn't there nor is it expected at that particular location. So now we can't return the free phone and the promotion for the reduced price of the iPhone is void. I hate cell phone service. I really do.

Then we went to see Santa Clause (did you know Claus was spelled without an E at the end? I just realized this yesterday) In any case we watched him and finally Buzzy got up the guts to want to sit on his lap. So of course, Murphy's law would have it that at that moment that she gets up the gumption they would close off the line for Santa's 2 hour lunch break. NIIIIIICE! So all she got was a brief hello and a wave. Stupid Nice Santa.

We then proceeded to Fred Meyers where I thought I was going to have an aneurysm. As I drove around the parking lot, I found a car in a very awkward parking spot backing out. I stopped courteously to allow him time and space to get out of the spot. He sees me and stops. I wave for him to continue and he does nothing. Then he gets out of his car and with an expression of contempt on his face he gestures very rudely for me to proceed. Hey asshole Mr. I was doing you a f*ckin friggin favor. Why the hell heck do you have to be so damn darn rude about it???

Then inside Fred Meyer, once again I try to be courteous as I am in a toy isle. I tell a lady to go ahead of me and she looks at me as if I have sprouted antennae and says (and I quote)

"I'm coming down THAT LANE so YOU NEED TO MOVE!" I felt the urge to look around to see if she was really talking to me. Was she kidding??? What if I didn't want to move? Then what was the bitch lady gonna do??

Now I am home and warm and toasty in my bed. But this was only after Buzzy threw up her Toxic Hell Taco Bell dinner all over my mom and spent two hours past her bedtime playing with her gramma. (Thanks Mom...LOL) Lessy also threw up all over her gramma tonight but in a much less violent manner and just formula. Although formula barf smells RANK!!'

So I really shouldn't be blogging. I should be booking. Okay, not booking. Editing my booking, er, book. I just don't have the motivation I suppose and it's better that I not edit when I'm not inspired so as not to edit poorly or delete/add something that shouldn't be deleted or added.

In regards to the Buzzy Mama Slimdown, I have decided to embarrass myself fully. I will be taking photos monthly so my readers can see my progress. No worries, I will not be nude or in only underwear. But I will be wearing semi tight fitting clothes so that it is pretty obvious when and where I am losing. ((sigh))

Can't believe it's almost Christmas.

On a tangent topic: Who watches iCarly? For those of you with no kids and/or don't watch Nickelodeon and/or don't have a TV (Yes, I actually know many people who don't) iCarly is this highly addictive teeny bopper show starring Miranda Cosgrove.

It is truly one of the cutest, funniest shows I have seen in a really long time and both Buzzy and I really enjoy watching it. Anyhoo, the point of this is to say that Buzzy says the cutest things while watching iCarly. For example: Another character on the show is named Sam. When Buzzy wan't to watch iCarly she says, "Mama, Larly n Mam." = meaning Carly and Sam. She then dances around like a crazy woman like 'Larly and Mam' do when they do 'random dancing'. LOL I suppose you'd have to be there, but for all of you who have seen it, you know what I am talking about.

And now my pillow calls me. Krissy! Krissy!! Krissy!!!
Better go before it gets up and walks away and I am left pillowless for the night. That would just not be cool.

I leave you with this:

Friday, December 18, 2009

To Be Fat or To Be Thin? That is the Question.

Now what is the answer?
I'll tell you the answer.
Right now . . . 12/18/2009 . . .
I choose to be FAT.
I choose to tip the scales.
I choose to be uncomfortable.
I choose to stuff my face with all forms of saturated fats and refined sugars.
I choose to be a glutton.
I choose to be stationary, immobile . . . L-A-Z-Y


Because come January 1, 2010

I will choose to be THIN.
I will choose to reduce the numbers on the scale.
I will choose to be comfortable with my body.
I will choose to stuff my face with all forms of vegetable and nutritious foods.
I will choose to be conscientious of my habits
I will choose to be mobile, active, N-O-T--L-A-Z-Y

So my mom and I are thinking of doing The Great North American Slimdown. We did it once before several years ago. It is a 21 day program that teaches you healthy eating habits and can be repeated again and again. The last time we did it we both lost approximately 30lbs in the 21 day period. So, we shall try again and see where it gets us.

My 1st goal? To get to my pre-pregnancy weight. I have somewhere between 12-20 lbs of that to lose.

My 2nd goal? I want to have lost 50lbs (total, not in addition to) by Buzzy's 2nd birthday on June 9th. That gives me 5 months and 9 days.

My 3rd goal? To get under jump over the barrier I have not hurdled for a very very long time. That one number. I am sure you will all know when I get there because there will be picture balloons and confetti raining down upon the blog when I do. By that time I may even be brave enough to confess what that number is.

My 4th and Ultimate goal? To reach 150 lbs. I may or may never reach this goal but if I do, it would be the 2nd life achievement that I promised I would do before I died. (The first being to have written a novel *CHECK*)

I am honestly very much looking forward to January. As strange as it sounds, I am really tired of eating. Nothing tastes as good as it should anymore and sometimes I find myself eating things I don't even like out of pure boredom &/or stress. I know the logical question, then, is: well why wait until January? Why not start now and have a head up on things?

Good question. I don't have a concrete answer. I know it is the logical thing to do. Maybe I want someone to start with. (my mom) Maybe I'm too lazy and just want to procrastinate a little more. OR maybe, I want to start fresh. No upcoming holidays to mess me up and a new year to encourage me that everything is possible when you put your mind to it.





It WAS Supposed to be Funny

I had intended to write this post and include funny jokes and things that I had come across to entertain and amuse you. But instead, I come to write with a heavy heart. As I sit here in my bed, between my two beautiful daughters who sleep happily at either side of me, I feel this deep sadness. I recently came across several blogs devoted to baby angels (Babies who passed away at birth or soon there-after due to difficulties or illness) and tears filled me eyes as I read each. I look at my girls and wonder not only why God allows babies to live the 9 months in their mommies' bellies or even a month or a few months in this world, only to take them back but I also can't help but wonder how I would react if God chose to take them from me. Tears well and spill over just at the thought. It is nearly inconceivable but I know it could happen. God has a reason for everything, but what could the reason for a baby being born with leukemia? What is the reason for another baby to be born with congenital heart defects? Why allow the life to begin at all if He is only going to take it away? Again, I know there IS a reason. I know that we are not meant to always know His reasons. I know I should not question His reasons for everything happens in His name and to honor Him. But why? Why innocent babies? I suppose it all goes back to trusting Him. Trusting that He is the light and He will carry us through our toughest moments as long as we look to Him.

Ok, now I have to go read/see/do something that will bring me out of this funk. UGH!

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Dysfunctional Family Christmas


Snow is falling, spreading Christmas cheers
Uncle Wally's had one too many beers
Mom and Dad have put aside their strife
She'll bring her new partner, he'll bring his fourth wife

A dysfunctional family Christmas, the craziest time of year
We'll go broke and snort some coke as the holiday grows near
Dysfunctional family Christmas, it's happening everywhere
Visiting all your relatives and pretending that you care

Ho ho ho, hee hee hee, let's go steal us a Christmas tree
Deck the halls, fa la la, here comes my cousin in her Wonder bra (yee ha! )

Dysfunctional family Christmas, traveling through the snow
This year's mine and next year's yours, bored to death 'til it's time to go
Dysfunctional family Christmas, caroling all the way
Take my advice, just try and make nice
It'll soon be another day

Who remembers Jesus mistletoe anyway?
Buy more crap, give your wife a slap, have a happy holiday!

Dysfunctional family Christmas, it only comes once a year
So suck it up and have another cup of that high-test Christmas cheer






Tuesday, December 15, 2009

The Benefits & Frustration of Separation

It has been nearly three weeks since my girls and I moved in with my mom and sister. On one hand, it has been fabulous. The house, dishes and clothes remains clean because it is a group effort. Dinner generally gets eaten at the table and isn't fast food. There is quality togetherness that was lacking before. Buzzy and Lessy both sleep and eat better, cry less, play harder, and all in all just have more fun.

On a personal note, I feel more productive here at my mom's house. I can do laundry when I want and not when someone dictates to me that I should. I am not obligated to clean, wash dishes, do extra and therefore I am more inclined to do so. I feel more hygienically kept. There were stretches of up to 3-4 days while together with Myturo that I was unable to shower, or if I was able to shower I had to HURRY HURRY HURRY. Now, I am able to take my time and be thorough. (My mom is fabulous) I no longer have to get out halfway through because 'someone' doesn't know how to quiet a screaming infant, or because he can't placate a toddler ridden with separation anxiety.

On that note, I feel that Buzzy also feels more secure here. It seems she does get more irritated when a person leaves the room without her but at the same time, if I leave the room she is comfortable staying with my mom or sister while before she would have thrown a massive tantrum.

That being said, there are also frustrations that go into being separated. I feel detached from Myturo and therefore don't particularly want to talk to him, see him or anything like that and yet I am obligated to so that he can see the girls. Yet, when he DOES see the girls he spends his time spoiling them (not in a good way) by encouraging bad behavior, and (intentionally or unintentionally, I'm not sure) trying to undo everything I am so diligently trying to teach them.

For example:

We went to a Chinese buffet for dinner. Buzzy was getting antsy because she had finished eating and Myturo still wasn't finished. So he let her out of her high chair to run-a-muck. I don't let her do this. When she's just with me, she has two choices. She can sit in her high chair or she can sit in my lap. There is no running around the restaurant. In addition to this bad behavior, I finally became irritated that he was allowing her to not only run around but lie down on the floor, as though she wanted to take a nap. I picked her up and set her on my lap and as she sometimes does when she is overly frustrated she screamed a blood curdling scream. This is generally followed by a warning and if she does it again, I flick her lightly on the corner of her mouth. (I don't do spankings, but there has to be some kind of repercussion for poor behavior) In any case I started to warn her not to do it again, and Myturo starts laughing and then of all things eggs her on to do it again. So what does she do? Of course, she does it again. Why not? Daddy just said to. Well, of course I can't reprimand her for following what daddy said to do. She IS only 18 months. She doesn't understand that just because daddy says something that she shouldn't necessarily do it.

This is only one example of why separation is frustrating. There is so much more that this post may go on into infinity. Therefore I will stop.

Just FYI -

Myturo can't really be called Myturo anymore. He's not mine and I don't want him so I will simply be changing Myturo - Art.

1 thing I am excited about:

January 1, 2010 starts Buzzy Mama Race to Slim Down. I will be doing weekly weigh ins, though I am not sure how comfy I am divulging my weight. Maybe just the last 2 digits. So we'll see how that goes.

And lastly but not least,



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