Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Testing... Testing....

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Yes, I am alive. No, I still don't know what the hell is going on in my life. But who really does?

I have been telling myself to blog lately. I also have been telling myself not to eat ice cream. But that's not happening either.

So here is what IS going on and a catch up. I'm going to throw this at you ADD style, just like all the crap I have running through my head all day long:

1. Running, training for my first half. Must run. Thighs are smaller when you run. Compression pants cut off blood supply to your vagina. You will live through it. JUST. KEEP. RUNNING.
2. My youngest son, The Outlaw (nickname, don't get crazy) started kindergarten. I love you kid but seriously, get it together. Yesterday's "check in" email informed me he poked a girl in the eye. "But I was tickling her" IN THE EYE???
3. We got a dog. Um hmmm, where do I start? How bout the fun part where I am allergic? Yay, that's a good start. So ya, we got a dog. It's a chocolate lab for all those "OH MY GOD! How cute, what kind did you get????" people out there. I have never really had a dog. And if you know me I shouldn't need to say much, but he is growing on me.
4.Crazy season at work is about to start. Nothing new about that. Just means I lose a tun of sleep worrying about crap I shouldn't.
5.My musical turets is oddly calm right now. Minus the Shania Twain Pandora station yesterday. Lot's of crazy yelling of country music. I think it's the combo of running and a dog. No time for musical turrets. So sad.
6.My hair is blonde again. I died it dark brown for a while. It was kinda cool in a let's-be-dark-and-mysterious kinda way. But I think it was more like a emphasize-my-major-dark-circles-around-my eyes kinda way.
7.I really plan to go pinterest batshit crazy Halloween style this year. I'll let you know how that goes.
8.I signed up for Bellydancing. Yes, I am crazy. Yes, my junk will jiggle. I have always wanted to try it. I'm not getting any younger....
9. I can't wait for fall. I was always a "summer" girl. But I think once you gain weight and have chub rub, Fall is your new favorite time of year. That and I can bake, and knit, and sew, and wear big clothes to hide the fact I keep losing and gaining the same 5 pounds....
10.I blogged today. What random thing did you do?

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Pop Tart it up!

So this happened...

Yes, that is Chocolate Halloween Pop Tarts, and because there isn't enough sugar in that I had to wash it down with something that had a comparable level of chemicals and sugar- COKE! Ta da.

Just keeping it real people. I got up at 5am today and worked out. Had every intention of being awesome and non-fatty like. And wham. Just like a fat girl I got down on this. I did share some of my pop tart if that's worth anything.

Happy Tuesday. I already have the headache from the sugar. Can't wait for the crash....

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Holla at a Playa!

This was this mornings text... not the creepy guy part, the workout part... the 9/20 text...
I guess I need to catch you guys up.

After my blog melt down the other day I sort of stepped back. I want to give EVERYONE a HUGE thanks for your comments and messages about that days blog. It made me feel more human and let me know we are all struggling in our own ways. 
Now back to the above.

I received a text the other day from my Ya Ya that stated, in the most saddening and, hmmm whats the word, possibly un enthusiastic text (at least that is how I read it ) that she would soon be starting INSANITY (please say this word quickly and like a car salesman. Cus that's how I say it,  possibly throw in some jazz hands for no other reason but because for some reason it seems fitting.) Long story why she is doing it, but I will say this. My Ya Ya is hard-core-kick-ass-squat till your butt hits the floor-no-joke work out-er chick. She and I don't play games when it comes to our workouts. Yet another reason why she is my Ya Ya. I immediately told her to send me a copy and we can be pathetic together. Maybe I should also mention that we agree on being too cool for some things. See list below:

1. Twilight
2. Owls
3. 50 Shades of Lame
4. Things like INSANITY. (yes, it has to be in all capitals)

So doing this video thing seems pretty lame. And speaking of lame. I let her know that instead of sending me a copy I can instead be uber lame and do my husbands P90X video's! OMG let's be pathetic together! Even though I think INSANITY is way cooler then P90X, cus all we get is the x hands cross thing and it is apparently for the people who are not cool enough to do INSANITY. So now I have been doing that for a couple days. Getting up at 5am, UGH! And the above is a text admitting how super lame I am. I was surprised to feel sore. For heavens sake, this morning I did things called Superman Banana and wacky jacks!? How can you take this seriously? But like Ya Ya said.... humbling

Happy Thursday! Holla at a Playa!

Thursday, September 13, 2012


Sometimes you just need to laugh.... and give up. This morning I woke up and did my stupid 30 minute workout video. Because OMG its so freaking awesome. I roll over and birds chirp and my thighs aline with the moons axis and jump out of bed ready to lunge and squat with joy and adulation.

Oh geez for f- sake. Who am I kidding. I'm about to eat a burrito for lunch and wish they delivered. But really. I did get up at 5:15 and lunge and squat. Did you know when you have busted ass thighs with lots of jiggly bits and try to do jumping jacks they make a slapping sound? No, well in case I just ruined your life, sorry for the over share, but I just keep it real.

Got to work and found a blog that made me laugh really really laugh. I needed that. Thanks blog lady who will never know I am thanking her cus I don't know really how to link a blog and thank you properly.

This weekend my husband and FBI agent (aka my 6 yo son, if you ever run into him, don't let him interrogate you or have anything in your possession he may want) are going to Chico. NO he is too young to party. They are going to Psycholand?! At least that is what FBI calls it. Our neighbor is racing (he is 6 too) and FBI gets to try and ride a 50 for the first time. So here is my worry. My husband is the "suck it up, I'll kick you in the head, Shrek type". My 6 yo is calculative, over thinks, OCD, possibly might geek out type. I don't know how this is going to play out. Sad I won't get to see his first ride ever. But glad I won't have to deal with my husbands frustration after FBI freaks out, falls over and possibly may not get back on the bike problem.

Anyway, I hope to go to BINGO this weekend. Ya, that's what I said.....

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

flip the switch.

I just want to turn it all off. Check out for a while. I don't know if this is the appropriate place to write this. Maybe someone feels the same way and it can help knowing I feel the same. Maybe it will remind people how bat shit crazy I am.

I am fucking done. My mind goes a million miles an hour. Constantly worrying about what I do and will it piss someone off, will today be the day I fuck up everything at work. What did I eat, why did I eat that, how many calories are in that? Am I a horrible person  for not picking my son up from school like all the other moms. Am I a good enough wife. How can I let people know I care about them that are so far away. Why didn't I work out today, or if I did maybe I should work out again, or harder. What about money, do we have enough. The holidays are coming up. OH look something shiny. The list goes on forever and its always going. I want to turn it off. BUT HOW???

Can't take up drinking. God only knows what that will do for my hips. Not to mention I'm the one taking care of the kids, ya, no bueno.

So how does this work? How do people find balance? How do you be happy? Please send suggestions, and chocolate....

Friday, September 7, 2012

Note Disclaimer....

*disclaimer- see note on bottom of page first

So today I told myself I needed to blog. So much in my mind and not having blogged in a while I knew it needed to be done, but at the same time not knowing what to really blog about. So here is a, possibly depressing blog post today, with some serious ADD through in for good measure.


I have been doing pretty good that last couple days eating and have been getting up in the early am to do workouts. Not my favorite by any means, but 30 minutes of sweat is better then not sweating at all right?


Remember that blog a bit ago with allllll the trophies? Well, I finally just through them away. And I mean, I literally just came back from the garbage and walked back to my computer and started writing this. It makes me sad to throw all those memories away.  Dancing was who I WAS. It was how I identified myself and my saving grace. Especially during high school. High school was hell for me. Like, literal hell. You know how everyone says "if I could only go back to high school". I wouldn't wish that on anyone. Sure I had some awesome friends and amazing times. I am am thankful for that. Because with out those people I may not be here right now. But dance was the one thing that I was passionate about. That I loved, that shushed all the negative crap around me and made me feel awesome. I long for that feeling again.


So this week I have tried something new. 

I have always assumed people don't like me. (revert back to high school and one might say I am jaded from that time) So assuming people don't like me, and are judging me constantly about my actions, and especially my weight. I try to stay away from people. Like, unless I see you daily I assume you think I am a bitch and/or "damn she's put on some weight" and with that assumption, the first or the second, I walk away from people.  I avoid them, sometimes I am sorry to say I am even rude about it. I m always defensive, anxious and did I mention defensive? 

So this week I have tried to assume that everyone loves me, thinks I'm the greatest thing since a Starbucks drive thru and that  they don't care how wide my ass has gotten. And I want to say that it has worked most of the time. It made me engage with people more then I would have. And that's a good start right?!


I am so excited for fall I can't stand it! Bought me some new boots and skinny jeans and can't wait to rock them. I have been pinning all kinds of fall crafts on pintrest (drink) and am excited to start breaking out the sewing machine, glitter, baking supplies and knitting needles. Anyone else excited for fall!????

Have a great weekend everyone! Go do something crafty and fun!

*** DISCLAIMER- I am sorry for the modge podge of thoughts in this post. also as an added bonus I did not proof read it:) You may need to drink first in order for any of it to make sense. cheers!

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

We need to talk....

I don't know if you have seen the post on pintrest (drink) about wearing mom jeans? The picture is a side by side of a girl wearing two different styles of jeans. One looks great (Ya if I was a size five with a little butt I would look amazing too) and the other looks good but not as amazing. Unlike some people who pin lots of crap on pintrest (drink) I actually read, craft, go back and use a lot of the crap I pin. Anyway, the pins link takes you to a blog about wearing jeans and rockin' styles that work and are NOT mom jeans. She even specifies what specific things to look for to make sure they are not mom jeans.
here is the link for what I am talking about.... Here is the thing. I get a lot of jeans from Old Navy and Levi. I started to think about my jeans and I have a feeling...


I MAY own a pair of mom jeans, I may also be in denial. And to get even more real up in here. I am wearing them today.... The pocket placement is at my butt, not on the curve, AND to get even more out of control the waist sits at my belly button! OMG- what have I done! Its not like they are acid wash or anything! Don't get that crazy. (However, I am also wearing neon yellow sweatbands at this moment. A gift from a co-worker. They match my yellow cardigan I am wearing today. HALAAA! Thanks Jaime!) But they suck in my gut so nicely. I don't have to worry about my baby moosh spilling over the top of my jeans while I sit at my desk. And speaking of sitting at a desk. How could anyone really know I am even wearing mom jeans, besides the fact I just told you. Oh crap. So what do I do? I work in a warehouse, and during shipping season I help out in the warehouse and there is no need to even care what you look like cus your lugging boxes all day. Do I get rid of them?? What do I do? Damn you pintrest (drink) for informing me of my flaws. I curse you but at the same time I guess it was sort of like an intervention and now I know. Pandora's box has been opened. The only way to solve this problem is to go shopping. Really I mean how else can this be resolved?! Then I guess I should say Thank you, thank you pintrest (drink, damn hope your not a light weight!) for opening my eyes and giving me a true excuse reason to go shopping.

Happy Wednesday all. Hope I have left you educated and let me know if you too need to join me in my jean shopping mission!