Thursday, November 29, 2012

Queen of Clean

Sadly, This is True

I was attacked today. No, not literally. I was attacked by the urge to do something that 3 years ago would have been far beyond my realm of reality.

The picture on the left was much more like my room than the picture on the right. 

A little history:

I have never been a neat-nick or the queen of clean. In reality my habits as a teenager were less than ... well, I was gross. As a young adult my grossness just kind of got tidied around the edges. Where as a teenager I sometimes forgot to brush my teeth, as an adult I always brushed my teeth but never rinsed the residual toothpaste out of the sink. Where as a teenager I hated taking showers, as an adult I enjoyed them often ... and then I became a mom and my newly found love of taking showers was displaced by children. Any mother understands this. Any single mother knows that a shower is not always a daily possibility and that it often feels much more like a luxury.

My cleanliness habits didn't end with my personal person, but my things as well. As a teen my car and room looked like something from hoarders. As an adult I had progressed to recovering hoarder. Mind you in these times that I mention I was either a teen, single and living alone or just newly married with no children except cats.

When I separated from my ex-husband and moved into my mom's house I learned quickly that she wasn't too keen on my slovenly habits. Now, 3 years later, I am still not a neat nick, nor the queen of clean but gosh darn if my mother didn't etch the itch for cleanliness into my brain from the moment I stepped through her door.

You see, my mother IS the queen of clean a neat nick and a super perfectionist with severe control issues. In any case her goal to turn me into a 'house frow' worked and now I randomly get the urges to do laundry, clean up a 'not quite dirty but not quite clean' kitchen. I cringe at the sight of the dirty toilet (even though I still refuse to clean it most often) and I find myself looking around to make sure there isn't anything I need to pick up.

Today was one of those days. I found myself putting away dried dishes from the sink. I stopped when I was done and thought, I'll stop here. But then I saw the CLEAN light on the dishwasher. I CAN UNLOAD THOSE LATER, said my brain from yesteryear. But that stupid light haunted me and so I found myself unloading the dishwasher and then reloading the dishwasher when the rinsed but still dirty dishes sat there in a needy looking pile on the right side of the sink. And when I was done with that I noticed some sticky stuff on the island and some crumbs on the counter and then I was washing down the whole kitchen.


Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Verbal Vomit

As I have stated in a recent post, it would make me feel so great to be able to tell my girls' dad (we will call him Mr. A) on any given Monday that we just don't feel like seeing him. I think my girls would agree as well. You see, for as long as he and I have lived apart - which is now three years - he has had Mondays off. In the beginning upon first separating, I willingly took the girls to see him every Monday, then for several months in that second year it was court mandated 5 hours visitation each week supervised by me, at the end of that year it was court mandated supervised visitation by a third party and now it is much like it was in the beginning again.

So, now that visitation has reverted from being court mandated to on my terms he thinks he is entitled. In reality if he and I were not on good terms he would be required to seek a new court mandate because I am not legally required to let him see them. (The reasons behind that are extensive and sad and emotionally disturbing)

That being said, Mr. A has a strange sense of entitlement. He thinks he was born with this right to have anything and everything he has ever wanted at his whim and that if he prays and behaves like a good Catholic then God will give it to him regardless of what it is. He is the youngest of 11 'whole' brothers and sisters and 2 more half sisters. So quite literally the baby of 13 children. And he is the epitome of 'the baby' and 'the mama's boy' stereotypes. He is spoiled, has a terrible temper, pouts and sulks when he doesn't get his way. He thinks he is God's gift to humanity. He thinks of himself as this Godly, charitable, and giving person when in reality he would take the food and clothes off his daughters' backs to give them to the homeless and hungry in Mexico, and I am not speaking figuratively. When he visits our little apartment he specifically looks for things that don't look 'used' or that 'he doesn't see them wear' and tells me I should give him those items so he can give them to the poor in Mexico. I see the charity in that and if my girls didn't use the toys or had clothes to spare I would say, sure! But being that he only sees them once a week he doesn't realize that dress that he 'never sees them where' is the ONLY DRESS they have that is suitable for church and will keep them warm in the cold. He doesn't realize that toy that looks unused only looks unused because they take such good care of it because they love it so much.

In addition to that he still sees me as his wife. To clear up any confusion. I separated from him in 2009. We had an on again off again effort in trying to save our marriage. I initiated divorce proceedings in early 2011 and it finalized in November 2011. So, I am not in anyway legally married or bound to this man except by our children and the love that I do have for him. He is the father of my babies and I have been 'with' him for over 12 years (since I was 15) But I am so tired of still being expected to be his secretary, his admin, his errand girl, his decision maker and his dirty business solver. UGH! I'm not his wife. I'm not his secretary. I'm not his waitress or his doctor or his accountant or his Girl Friday! Since we were married he had me do asinine tasks that he was perfectly capable of doing himself and now even when we are divorced he expects things of me. Phone calls that he is perfectly capable of making. Investigating brands, products and prices of things I have no clue about but he's too lazy to do it. Looking over and choosing his health care plan at work for him. WTF?!

I believe I am done venting for the moment. I am sure another time will arise though. Thanksgiving in T-2 days!


Sunday, November 18, 2012

Not Horrible, but Still Bad

Week Weight Difference BMI Difference2
Height: 5'4"      Start 332.2lbs 57
1 332.8lbs 0.6 57.1 0.1
2 lbs
3 lbs
4 lbs
Body Start Wk 1 Wk2  Wk3 Wk4
Neck 14.5 14.5
Biceps x2 18x2 18x2
Forearms x2 11x2 11x2
Wrists x2 6.5x2 6.5x2
Chest Over Boobs 49 49
Chest Under Boobs 44.5 44
Waist 51.5 51.5
Hips 68.5 68.5
Thighs x2 33.5x2 33x2
Knees x2 24x2 24x2
Calves x2 17x2 17x2
Ankles x2 10x2 10x2

0.6lbs gained and 1" total loss.

The humdinger of all compulsive food addicts nightmares is coming in T-4 days. I'm praying I get ill or something so that I don't eat myself into a coma. Not the right frame of mind, right? I know. I really do.

Tomorrow I spend the day with the boyfriend, aka my ex-husband, aka my girls' daddy because it is the day he has off and sees the girls. I cannot leave them alone with him because of trust issues and his lack of common sense and logic when it comes to their, health, safety and all around well being. Some Mondays I wish I could say, 'not today'. But I can't and that is just part of my life. Tomorrow the winds are supposed to be between 30-80mph. Not looking forward to that, especially having to be out in it with the familia. I am hoping to take the girls to see a movie and/or go to a craft store and buy the necessities to make some wreaths for our apartment, inside and out. That is one plus to 'day with daddy'. We get to buy stuff that we otherwise wouldn't have the financial luxury of buying.

The rain is pounding outside my window and I am sitting in the glow of a newly unboxed Christmas tree with lights and a few ornaments on it. The girls wanted to decorate early and so my little apartment is decked out in gold, silver and red/white candy cane garland. Santa, snow man and stocking decorations are hung about. Ornaments and tinsel trees are randomly placed and the Mexican Christmas dolls my girls' daddy bought them are sitting beneath the tree. I would have Christmas music playing too except the girls are sleeping and I'm afraid it would wake them.

And now I will sleep too. Or maybe play a little Pocket Frogs. I should really do some squats. ((sigh))


PS - NOTE TO SELF: I really need to stop grinding my teeth.

-Says Doctor Google

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Weight Loss Gain

I refuse to be the blogger who backs out when times get tough, when things don't go as planned or when I all out fall flat on my face and fail at what I have set out to do. Although it has crossed my mind to be that kind of person, there is nothing more annoying than a cop-out or a person who only blogs when things are good and successful.


So, this is where I admit that my diet crashed and burned just as it lifted off. My exercise has been good. I exercised 4 days this last week at 60-90 minutes each time, but my eating has neutralized any momentum the exercise could have given me.

I am sure the question on everybody's mind is WHY? WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT WENT WRONG?

And the truth is that I just didn't have my mind in it. I want this. I want this so badly. I want to be able to sit down and not feel all my organs press up into my lungs making it hard to breathe. I want to be able to lay flat on my back without feelings that my lungs are being flattened. I want to be able to pull on pants and not have a frontal and rear butt. There are so many things I want but without the right frame of mind and the 100% goal of sticking to that plan (such as I had with my exercise) it was destined to crash and burn.

I have been at this trial and error thing, leaning mostly on the side of error, since my 28th birthday more than 1 month ago. I think of all the success I could have achieved by now and I feel remorse and guilt but to be 100% honest, I don't foresee myself being 'good' during Thanksgiving either. I am weak, of mind and control and will power. I am easily stressed by my children, by my living situation, by finances, by many external factors and have too long depended on food as my destresser. I am not completely sure how to go forward from here. I know that logically, all I have to do is eat less. Eat healthy. Eat smart. And exercise. It looks so simple when I write it. But oh how different it feels when you are sitting at the kitchen table, listening to one child's screaming temper tantrum, the other child is strangling the cat, my bills are facing up at me with bold red due dates with subtle threats beneath them also in red. My cell phone beeps and buzzes as my ex/boyfriend texts and calls and gets mad because I don't answer within a minute and in that moment when all I can think about is the eggnog ice cream in the freezer or the chocolate covered pretzels in the cupboard or the salty chicken in a biscuit crackers it is all I can do to keep from scrambling out of my skin to shovel it all in my mouth.

I know it's wrong. I know it is not the right way to deal with stress. I know I should learn other techniques. I know the easy way out only allows for instant gratification which is rarely beneficial in the long run.

Ideas and suggestions are all welcome. Insults and condescension is not.

Regardless of my failure I will weigh and measure tomorrow.

Lord Help Me.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Comedic Relief, Pocket Frogs & an Unexpected Compliment

There isn’t a day that goes by as a mom of two small girls that I don’t wake up rudely. 

In my perfect world I remember waking up at 2pm as a teenager in the soft glow of the sun from behind my closed blinds and laying there for another hour in the quiet sanctuary of MY OWN ROOM where I knew no one would walk in without knocking and no one would dare take the first step of communication for the day before knowing I had had my coffee. I remember letting my muscles and organs and brain wake up with me and then finally - lazily if you will - rolling out of bed, stumbling to the bathroom, taking my time and going forward with my day as I pleased. 

Now-a-days though, it just isn’t so relaxing. This morning, for example, I get a toy to the face. Yep, straight between the eyes. Now I don’t know if you’ve seen the hulk and the way he basically tears himself apart becoming his green behemoth self with his clothes shredding and popping off and his eyes bulging but I suspect that is how my daughters saw me this morning. Needless to say, mommy had to ask many prayers of forgiveness from God and my daughters, not because of anything I said or did but because of the things that went through my brain. Imagine Lalaloopsy hair tied around four big toes with the other end tied to the ceiling fan. FUN! Okay, not really but you get the idea. I was not a chipper chipmunk this morning.

After my massive muscles regained normal proportions and my eyeballs stopped bulging and the veins in my neck and forehead retracted to their normal position INSIDE my skin I happily set about the tasks of dressing my girls and myself for church.

“Mama, I’m hungry!”

Winning mother of the year award I handily grab a box of Wheat Thins and put it in Sassy’s confused hands.

“Make sure you share with your sister,” I say as I rush around like a chicken with my head dangling from my body (because mine never fully gets severed Dammit!) trying to get ready.

“Breezy doesn’t like these!” I hear Sassy yell.

“Then you don’t have to share!” I yelled back from the bathroom.

Now, on any other Sunday I would have had my outfit for the day picked out already because I am kinda OCD like that, but today being my first day of eating well and exercising and actually documenting it, I decided I wanted to look nice.


After 4 pairs of pants, one that was too tight, one that was too loose, one that was dirty but somehow ended in my clean clothes and one that looked more like sweatpants than church pants, I finally decided on the ones that were too loose and started on the shirts. Hooded sweatshirt? Sure, why not? It’s cold. Butt friggin’ cold as a matter of fact. No one is going to hold it against me for wearing a sweatshirt.

Oops, sweatshirt is too short, lower belly hangs out. Let’s try and stretch it.

DAMMIT! Stretching a hooded sweatshirt inevitably tears front pocket. Storing that in my cranial filing cabinets for next time.

I’ll try another hooded sweatshirt. It’s white. No, I look like flippin’ Shamu. I’ll scare the children in Sunday school.

I rip the sweatshirt off and throw on ol' reliable which is exactly what I did not want to wear; a strange textured shirt that hangs nicely and shows just a little too much cleavage because my boobs are small in comparison to my hips but HEY, it works so I’ll wear it.

Time for hair and I check the clock and HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS AND JOSEPH it is 9:17 and church starts at 9:30 and it is at least a 15 minute drive. I throw my hair up in a ponytail and flip it up with an alligator clip. OH MY GOSH! I look like I have a bush growing out the top of my head. So, I gel it, I wet it, I play with it, tug it, rip it out and finally I think ENOUGH.

“Let’s go girls,” I yell, throwing things around looking for my keys which happen to be sitting right on top my purse where I always leave them but is always the last place I look. GOD, I LOVE MY LIFE!

The girls, as usual, fight to open the screen, race to the gated fence, fight over who will open it. One inevitably pinches her finger, blames her sister, shoves her sister against the cement wall of the garage, that one starts screaming and yelling like she’s being murdered and all I can think about is the friggin’ bush growing out of my head and the fact that the ushers are going to think I’m disrespectful because my boobs are practically falling out of my shirt. I HAVEN’T LOST THAT MUCH WEIGHT YET, HOW DID THIS SHIRT GET SO FLIPPIN’ BIG?

Once in the car, I turn on the Christian radio station and try to relax as we drive and even though my eyes keep darting to the clock and the miles seem to move like molasses but the minutes are hopping and skipping and jumping forward so fast, I sort of feel like I am in a time warp. I try to sing and hum along with the music.

“Mama, why are the trees green?”

“Mama, why do horses poop?”

“Mama, can bird fly upside down?”

“Mama, why is there a poop farm?”

“Do they touch the poop?”

These are the kinds of questions I am bombarded with as I am trying to reverently sing Amazing Grace along with the radio. I MMMHMMM and uh huh and answer with one worded answers as long as I can handle it and then I start getting questions like,

“Mama, why is Spongebob square?”

“Mama, why does spongebob sometimes have a square butt and other time his butt looks like mine?”

“Mama, why doesn’t Patrick have a doodoo?”


“ENOUGH! Be quiet now girls! Mama wants to listen to the music!” And of course it comes out a little more mean than I intended, but talking about doodoos and butts – especially of the Spongebob variety - just is not my idea of a relaxing drive to church!

Finally at church and we are approximately REALLY LATE and finding a parking space is an actual joke and so we actually have to park on the main lawn where other poor souls have begun parking because of the overload of church attendees and I have to carry Breezy out of the grass area but not completely out because otherwise I will be standing her in the middle of the road and then I have to get Sassy and we walk into church and by the time I get the girls to their classes and plop down in the seat my family has reserved for me and always reserves for me, I am so frazzled I hardly realize my uncle is handing me the offering bag. I snatch it out of his hand and almost shove it into the usher’s and train my eyes straight ahead as the pastor (whom I adore) makes his way to the pulpit.

As I mentioned, I ADORE OUR PASTOR. He is a wonderful man, a wonderful pastor, a wonderful teacher and a wonderful role model. I usually find myself riveted by his sermons and wanting the service not to end. I usually crave Sunday mornings where I can fill my head not only with the words from the Bible but with the actual history in plain language that our pastor conveys so eloquently.
Not today though. Today, the sermon was about missions and so while my beloved pastor talked about the missionaries in Haiti and Africa and other places, I found my mind wandering.

“Oh hey, the Marine who was deployed is back!”
“Those two look funny together. I mean he’s huge and she’s so small and …”
“I wonder if I locked Emma in the bathroom again. Gosh, I do that a lot.”
“Do we need milk?”
“I wonder if my Pocket Frogs have hatched yet,”

And so the list of random and essentially pointless thought mulled itself around in my head for nearly an hour until those magic words were spoken, “Let’s pray,” signaling the end of service and as soon as the choir voices began and requested that the congregation rise I was outta there to get Sassy and Breezy, still wondering however, if my hair looked like a bush growing out of the top of my head.

{Small tangent, I googled "Thank God It's Over" meaning the church service and get a bunch of this propaganda... I'm not surprised, and not sure if it is offensive or humorous. I guess I am still having a hard time coming to terms with this unfortunate outcome - END TANGENT}

Nothing else much interesting happened today, unless you count my Pocket Frog eggs actually hatching. I mean, I am overjoyed because those frogs are rare and I needed them for my collection but yeah, in the scheme of actual and real life I suppose that doesn’t hold much merit.

However, Marc from Fat or Fit? Changing theStatus Quo had some very nice things to say to me today. I won’t post his comment, even though it is right out there for everyone to see, but I just wanted to publicly thank you Marc. You made my day, and not in the kind of way where my skin will turn green and big muscles erupt from my clothes while I roar ominously like how my children made my day and I reacted this morning. When I read your comment, I smiled – something I haven’t done a lot today and maybe not a whole lot in a while and it felt good. So thank you! It meant more than you know. 

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Tomorrow Starts

Tomorrow I am going to start the documentation of my weight in the side bar, my food consumption in my posts and my measurements on my new page PROGRESS below the pages associated with my weight loss. (Or so far, lack thereof)

My goals will be simple:

  • Gym 3 days/ week minimum
  • Squats every day that I don't go to the gym
  • 3 meals at no more than 450 cals per meal
  • 2 snacks at no more than 100 cals per snack
  • Only 1 cup of coffee per day
  • Only 1 diet soda per day (for now - I may try eliminating it completely eventually)
  • Try to get at least 6 bottles of water in
  • Weigh 1x/week
  • Measure 1x/week
10 simple goals to begin with. 

A Bit of Nostalgia Before Thanksgiving

Through the wide front window of my living room, frosted from the warmth of the inside and the frigid cool of the outside, I can see the leaves on our maple trees turning gold, burnt orange and ruby red. Touched by the faintest breeze, they flutter noiselessly to the already cluttered grass below. The sky is gray, the clouds and mist hanging low over the houses, making it difficult to differentiate between them and the smoke wafting and whispering its way out of the brick chimneys. The smell of peppermint and hot chocolate waft through the air. Sitting cuddled up on the sofa, my blanket wrapped around my shoulder, I close my eyes and curl my toes deeper into the warmth of my slippers, savoring the smell and the sight. Fall has arrived and winter is almost upon us. The sights, smells and sensations are only the beginning of the magic.
 I absolutely adore this time of year. The cold weather, bundling up in boots, mittens, scarves and beanies. The frigid air that kisses pink circles on your cheeks when you step outside and the fresh, clean, renewed smell of trees and plants as they shed their leaves and flowers in preparation for the snow. I love the smells of the food; hot chocolate, spiced teas and lattes, pumpkin this, chai that, gingerbread mmm mmm mmm. The clamor and hustle and bustle of the people out and about. The public decorations of cornucopias filled with Indian corn, pumpkins, squash, gourds fruits, flowers and leaves. The appearance of all the yummy nummy fixings for Thanksgiving in the markets and of course all the gatherings of family and friends. That is my favorite part.

Now, 30 things I am thankful for:
  1. I am thankful for My God. I am thankful that no matter the circumstances He is there for me to comfort me or pull me through. I am thankful that He never fails me and always provides when I need it. I am thankful that Jesus died on the cross for me and my family and I am thankful that a bigger better infinitely happier place awaits me after this world.
  2. I am thankful for church and a firm foundation where my and my children's faith can be nourished.
  3. I am thankful for my country. I am thankful to be free and live with a voice, a presence and equal rights. I am thankful to not live in fear and I pray that it remains that way. I a equally as thankful to our troops, our military, our navy, our marines, our air force and everyone else who serves for preserving that freedom that I am so thankful for. I am humbled and forever thankful for everything they do and sacrifice for the benefit of everyone.

  4. I am thankful for my health and that any issues I have had have been minimal and easily treated. I am thankful for this because without my health I would not be able to adequately care for my babies.
  5. I am thankful for my oldest daughter, Sassy, who is sweet and kind but a firecracker of flailing dancing/running limbs and crazy antics. I am thankful for her intelligence, her ability to speak so eloquently at 4 years old, her love for me and her presence in my life. I am thankful for her sense of humor and her memory that allows her to recite song verses and movie quotes verbatim.
  6. I am thankful for my baby, Breezy, who is affectionate and patient but stubborn and temperamental and says adorable things like coca dots for polka dots and nittle snugs for little slugs. I love that she is resilient and easily entertained and wonderfully squishy.
  7. I am thankful for both of my daughters' health. That they have been sick less than a handful of times and that they have fantastic immune systems.
  8. I am thankful for my angel baby in heaven. Through him I developed the heart of a mother. I learned the great love and great pain that only a mother can feel for and toward her child. I am thankful for his place in God's presence and the tender spot that was created in my heart that would benefit my daughters when I lost him.

  9. I am thankful for my grandparents who help me in every way a human being can help another human being. Emotionally, my grandma is one of my best friends, my confidante, my coffee drinking and shopping buddy. Physically my grandparents not only allow me to go to the gym by taking care of my children while I go but actually facilitate the finances for me to go. My grandfather is essentially my dad and the best one a girl could ever have. He is always there and is the best male role model I can think of.
  10. I am thankful for my mom who allows me to live in her house with my children and who is more like another best friend.
  11. I am thankful for my oldest-younger sister (Giant Stealth) who is another one of my best friends and whom without I would have never been able to finish my book. I am thankful we share so many thoughts and ideas and beliefs in common. I am thankful for our mutual political rants, our venting sessions, our pow-wows about our books and our mutual belief that I am indeed a Pygmy Ninja and she is indeed Giant Stealth. (Strange inside joke. The opportunity to explain may or may never present itself) I am thankful that she is a kind soul and giving sister with my same morbid and twisted sense of humor. 
  12. I am thankful for my ex-husband/boyfriend who isn't a dead beat dad like so many other men. I am thankful he pays his child support on time and genuinely has concern for his daughters and me. 
  13. I am thankful for my car that I am able to pay for that takes me everywhere I need to go. I am thankful that despite all odds I have been able to keep up on the payments and regardless of how late I have been the bank has not actually repossessed it.
  14. I am thankful for our kitties whose endless playfulness and purring cuddles makes my heart pump chocolates almost as much as my girls.
  15. I am thankful for food on the table, clothes on our backs, heat in our house, warm blankets on our beds, gas in our water heater, and electricity to illuminate that which we have come to depend on. 
  16. I am thankful for the rain and the way it washes away the old to prepare for the new
  17. I am thankful for the intermittent but powerful sun to remind me that there is always light at the end of the tunnel, a resolution to any problem and forgiveness for any wrong doing.
  18. I am thankful for imagination and creativity because without that I would not be able to write the books I write and my girls would not be able to play in the exciting and elaborate way they do.
  19. I am thankful for my education and that if necessary I could teach my girls everything they need to know to succeed in life.
  20. I am thankful for books and my ability to read. I am thankful for my love of a good story and my ability to transport myself out of the present and into the life of the words within the binding.
  21. More superficially, I am thankful for all the silly TV shows and Internet social sites I love that take my mind off the gravity of some things that are happening in the world.
  22. I am thankful for Wednesday and Friday nights when my family gets together in its entirety for dinner
  23. I am thankful for my dad who lives far away but loves me enough to think of me on my birthday and often messages me to see how my girls and I are doing, even though he is a very busy man with a family of his own
  24. I am thankful for humor, laughter, comedy and everything that brings joy and smiles
  25. I am thankful for chocolate because even though it gives me horrible heartburn it is one of those guilty pleasures in life
  26. I am thankful for everyone who has come into my life and passed through or stayed for any length of time and left or who still remains. They have all helped form me into the person I am now.
  27. I am thankful for my love of cooking. I am thankful that I am able to combine ingredients and make yummy meals for my family to enjoy 
  28. I am thankful for holidays and birthdays and any day that gives reason to celebrate life and love and family. I am thankful for New Years and the annual new beginning it allows. I am thankful for Valentines day and the celebration of love everywhere. I am thankful for Easter and the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ to save everyone from their sins. I am thankful for Independence day and the opportunity to celebrate our freedom. I am thankful for Halloween and the celebration of imagination and dress up and pretend. I am thankful for Thanksgiving, a day of fellowship and laughter and togetherness among families where they can express their love and gratitude for life and each other. I am thankful for Christmas and the birth of Jesus Christ, which without we would not be able to celebrate Easter and His resurrection. I am thankful for birthdays and the celebration of life; beautiful, wondrous, and magical life.

  29. I am thankful for the breath I breathe, and every heartbeat in my chest
  30. I am thankful for Heaven and that God has prepared a place for me there and that is where I will be going when I have no more breath and my heart beats no more
Yes, I skip from 30 to 76. And?

Now it is time to feed reasons #5 and #6 lunch.

Happy Happy Happy Day and God Bless!

Friday, November 9, 2012

I'm Sh-Sh-Shufflin'




For 10 minutes ...

Then I realized I had forgotten the wifi password for my gym.

So I got off the elliptical. 
(I didn't want to incur massive data charges for video streaming while I aerobasize)

I went to the manager and asked for the password and shook my head when he told it to me remembering how ridiculous it was.


(XXXX being the name of the owner of the gym who happens to be a ripped, and quite handsome man)





-Say My Children All the Time
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