On the upside...

Considering that I have already whined my face off complained about my weekend, I figured I would take a minute and tell you the upside of my dark weekend.

1.  I got all of my grocery shopping done early. 
Very early.  Remember when I said I woke up at 4 a.m.?  Well, after laying in bed for an hour and trying to go back to sleep, I finally decided that Wal-Mart was the place to be.  The shelf stockers, LOVED me.

2.  I got to go to Target.
Techy and I had a coupon to the mall.  Of course by the time we showed up, it was no longer valid...creepy mall scams....  But do I care?  No.  Because I got to go to Target!  YAY!!!!  And I got to meet Baby Maelynn, who happened to be out on her first shopping spree! 

3. I may have gotten a craft or 2 done.
And when I say may, I mean I did.  And when I say "a craft or 2", I mean 6 or 7.  What can I say, cabin fever is not for me!

4.  I may have fallen in love with a new show - Outsourced - which is just what my DVR needed/wanted.  Hey DVR, don't blame me....  Blame yourself for having a significant lack of shows to meet my "hubby is sick and needs entertainment" demands!

5.  I got caught up on my laundry.
Or as "caught up" as I will ever be.  2 loads still need to be folded and put away, but they all got washed!

6.  I ran a 5k!!!
Ok, so nothing official, but I ran 3.15 around my development this weekend in preparation for my race next week.  My time was WAY slow, but I finished which was all that was important to me.  I know I CAN do it, if I can just bump my time up! 

Weekend Schmeekend

Ever had one of those weekends that made you thankful for Monday morning?

Yeah.

I'm still recovering. 

Let's just say I woke up at 4 a.m. on a Saturday. 

And at 6 a.m. on a Sunday.

And it had nothing to do with the baby.

Except maybe on Sunday.

Because I was sleeping on an air mattress in his room.

Techy came down with something on Saturday afternoon/evening.

This is where I explain that Techy doesn't get sick often, but when he does, he's miserable.  As in miserable to be around AND miserable.

He gets man-sick.

Please tell me you understand that terminology???

I am a little fuzzy on the details, but my assumption is that because he is so used to being the strong one, that when he has to be the weak one, he milks it.

As in, he calls me 3 times in 10 minutes to find out when I will be able to go to the store for medicine.

As in, he calls me 3 times in 20 minutes to find out how long until I am home with the medicine.

And then when I get him his medicine, he tells me he "can't take that kind" and asks for the stuff that we had at home.

But then, I gave him a sleeping pill.

And crashed to sleep on the air mattress in the babies room. 

But only after Little Man caused a little lot of drama.

You see, occasionally, Little Man will wake up in the middle of the night.  And occasionally, he will sit up and talk to himself for a few minutes before rolling over and going back to sleep.

However, I learned this weekend, that if he realizes Mommy is in his room, forget about it! 

Ensue Crying.

Ensue Screaming.

Ensue Nashing of teeth.  (all 3 of them)

And me, being all, I must get him to quiet down and go back to sleep so he doesn't wake Techy up!  But wait, if I hold him, aren't I letting him win??? 

It's a vicious cycle.

Finally, he did go back to sleep, though.  And Techy was completely unaware of the situation (other than a grunt or two - remember I gave HIM a sleeping pill....)

Now, you may ask, why on earth was I in the baby room when I have a perfectly good guest room right down the hall?

So glad you asked!  

Because, as luck would have it, Techy's sister is coming to visit this week. 

And she is staying in the guest bedroom. 

And I had just washed the sheets on the bed and cleaned it specifically FOR her. 

Why would I ruin that with any potential germs that I could be carrying?

Anyone have a guess as to what this week's MHO post will be about?

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I'll give you a hint.   It's the one thing I couldn't have left the drugstore without.  Even if it did mean walking out of the checkout line because I forgot it on my first trip around the store. 

Which may or may not have happened....

Hopefully, your weekend was more restful than mine.

And hopefully, next weekend's will be better for me.  Especially since next weekend is my first 5k!


*Note: Things are looking up!  Someone at work just told me I look "skinny" today.  See...Monday's aren't that bad, after all...

Weight Update #7: Another 2 weeks down

I love to make you anticipate it.

But since I know you don't care nearly as much as I do.

And probably feel like crying your eyes out when you see anyone but yourself lose weight. 

Or maybe that's just me.... 

Biggest Loser is a total sobfest for me....

And I usually end up mumbling, "I love f-f-f-f-at people!" at some point during the show.

Techy will vouch for this. 

Every episode.

But wait, that's not what we are here to talk about! 

So, the results are in....

That's not quite 3 lbs. from the last weigh in.  More like 2.4 lbs.

Which is above my normal 2.  So I am happy.

But that's not all the big news for today.

Remember this post about getting back into a size 10.

It was so unofficial. 

It was dress pants. 

Dress pants are so forgiving.

All stretchy and loose....

But jeans....

That was a battle I had not conquered.

Until today.

Now, I am not saying that there isn't a muffin top.

But I am saying it is comfortable. 

As in not cutting me in 2. 

And yes, my bedroom is a total mess at all times.  Including but not limited to socks in the floor next to my scale as seen here or my belt in the floor as seen here...

Or the basket of laundry and messy dressers seen here....

I have a very good reason for this....

It's called, I clean my room in 20 minute intervals.  And I haven't had 20 minutes this week.

So yeah, I should have 20 minutes tomorrow, and maybe I will take a picture or maybe not.

In the meantime, judge me for my messy room and not my weight.  

Because I am only 15.4 lbs. from pre-preggo and 17.4 from my goal. 

Boo-YEAH!

It's a Comeback

Well, well, well...

What have we here???

It's been so long since I saw it that I had completely forgotten it even existed....

That, my friends, is a collarbone.

AKA. Clavical.

My collarbone.

AKA. Clavical.

And I was so excited to see it that I had to grab the nearest camera just to share it with you.

All 17 of you who will read this tomorrow can be very excited for me.

Meanwhile, I will be weighing in first thing in the morning.

Wish me luck.

The goal is at least 3.

I don't know if I will make it over my 1 lb. per week mark that I have stayed at for oh, the last 27 weeks.

But here's hoping!

Wish me luck ya'll.

See you tomorrow, when the results are in!

My Honest Opinion: 1979 Subaru Station Wagon

Unable (read: unwilling) to keep my sarcasm at bay for much longer, I felt compelled to make my MHO post a story instead of an actual review.

Imagine yourself.

Newly graduated from college.

Newly dating the man of your dreams.  (Who happens to be living some 1,000 miles away from you)

Living at home and working 2 jobs to pay off college debt.

And trying to find friends to hang out with in the mean time.

(You know, the 2 hours a week when you aren't at work.)

Imagine the realization that you cannot afford a car payment.

(You can barely afford your cell phone.)

And your mom generously offers to let you use her clunker that she scored for $500 last winter.

That looks like this on the outside.

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Only with a little more gold speckle.

And looks like this on the inside.

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Only with a lot more foam and a lot less fabric.

That runs like a tanker truck.

Even in the snow.

Even in foot high snow.

And imagine that you just learned how to drive a manual.

And now you are going to be driving a manual everywhere.

Everyday.

And my honest opinion of the ugly beast that was older than I was?

That car was better than any timex watch ever could be.

"Takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'" doesn't even touch what we put that car through.

It took alot to kill that car. (much to my dismay)

Like 2 years worth of running it on empty.

Lots of embarrassment.

Lots of stalling out.

Lots of cruising through the snow.

In the car that you could hear coming from a block away.

And no one riding with me - EVER.

But we got every bit of our $500 out of it.

And I got like 30 something miles to the gallon. 

And you know what? 

It was a really, really good car.


Because it was a great car, despite it's complete ugliness.

And it ran like a dream, even with 270,000+ miles on it. 

Some days, I really miss that car.

 
But not today.
 
Today I am really thankful for a car that has air conditioning and covered seats.

I Interrupt This Regularly Scheduled Broadcast...

To say a very big THANK YOU to all our service men and women around the world.

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It's because of you that we still have the right to paint our barns any which way we want to paint them.

And I am very thankful for that.

All joking aside.

Thank you for serving.  Thank you for sacrificing.  And thank you for keeping us safe.

We owe you!  BIG TIME!

The Happy Dance

So last night, after my hardcore elliptical workout of 5 minute intervals, I came upstairs and found Techy.

Doing much the same thing as he has been doing for the last 3 months. 

Working.

At his computer.

It's getting old. 

But I digress....

He took one look at me and said, "You look skinny!"

And I did this.

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No, I haven't hit the goal. 

But I am getting closer. 

And Techy is noticing...which says ALOT.

And if you missed it on Facebook, I signed up for my first 5k.  One week from Saturday.

Still not sure what I was thinking.

But for kicks and giggles, today was another running day. 

I hit the park on my lunch break.

And ran 2.6 miles in 28:20. 

About a 10:45 mile and my longest distance to date. 

(Well, this time around, anyway...)

I think I could probably run the 3.1 now. 

That's my goal for Saturday.

Anyone wanna come with?