Saturday, February 26, 2011

I Love You, Man

Have you seen it?

If you haven't you should.

I saw it when it first came out into the video store. I like Paul Rudd (or, as he's more affectionately known in our house, 'Crapbag' (if you're a Friends fan you'll know why))

I laughed my ass off (yes I LMAO)  I didn't, however, think it was a movie Sean would like. To me, it was a chick flick. I mean, it is, after all, about feelings.

But one evening there was nothing else on so I put it on and said to Sean, it's a funny movie, let's just watch it. You like Crapbag.

To say Sean likes this movie is an understatement.

Lately it's been on the movie channel a lot. And we have to watch it Every. Single. Time.  In fact...guess who now owns a copy of this movie. Yes, us.

This is major event as neither of us is the 'buy a movie' type. We are both of the mindset that there are few movies worth owning since, really, how many times can you watch the same movie?

Apparently this one you can....a lot.

And while I called it a chick flick, Sean calls it a a Bromance. Go figure, a chick flick that a man likes.

So that's my recommendation. Enjoy.

Laters on the menjay

40, 36, 42.5

And 155 lbs.

Well son of a bitch!

I was debating posting this one this morning. I was in the bathroom measuring myself and thinking WOW....this is bad. This is just horrible!!  (For the record I don't know if I'm even measuring right but I figure if I measure the same spots consistently I'm good - I do my chest with a bra on ('cause let's face it, 3 kids later the ladies don't exactly stay in the proper spot on their own and need a little lift) my natural waist and my hips (as in around my butt))

But, as promised I was giving you, my fair readers, the opportunity to taunt me for doing such a lousy job, for supplementing my hard work at the gym three times a week with beer and chicken wings (well not those three times a week) and to remind me that getting thin does not involve eating hungry man sized portions.

But LOOK!!  I lost 2.5 inches on my boobs!! (okay, Sean won't like that but tough titty..pun intended)  I lost 2.5 inches on my waist. I lost .5 inches on my hips!! This also explains why my pants don't feel looser. All my pants are low waisted and the loss there has been smaller so not noticeable to my clothes yet. But guess what...I don't care 'cause I've lost a total of 5.5 inches in a month!!!!

I don't know how much weight I've lost because of the scale snafu so I'm going to stick to using the gym scale from now on and I'll make sure I'm always wearing the same clothes so I can never 'adjust' for wardrobe.

Damn I'm proud of myself. And it's encouraged me to keep busting my ass....especially when I'm on song number 4 on the elliptical and just wanting to die. (I do 4 songs forward, 2 songs backward and 2 songs forward - this comes out to at least 30 minutes)

Would it be wrong to celebrate this loss with some cheesecake?

Ha, just kidding. I haven't had breakfast yet.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

BOOYAH!!

Down 1.5 lbs since Sunday!!

It just goes to show you CAN eat your mom's birthday cake and loose weight too!

Monday, February 21, 2011

Useless Information

I'm full of it. (haha no, I'm not full of crap) I'm full of useless bits of trivia.

Did you know the dot over the letter 'i' is called a 'tittle'?

Did you know that upper and lower case letters are named 'upper' and 'lower', because in the time when all original print had to be set in individual letters, the 'upper case' letters were stored in the case on top of the case that stored the smaller, 'lower case' letters? The proper term for upper case letters is "majuscule" and for lower case it's "minuscule".

Did you know that most scorpions will glow under a black light?

Did you know that celery has negative calories? It takes more calories to digest a piece of celery than the celery has in it to begin with.  This is all well and good but in my humble opinion celery on it's own often tastes like soap so it has to be eaten in a salad or something else like that.

Did you know that the glue on Israeli postage stamps is certified kosher?

Did you know that mosquito repellents don't repel? They hide you. The spray blocks the mosquito's sensors so they don't know you're there. Further to this, eating bananas will actually attract more mosquitoes to you.

Did you know that the king of hearts on playing cards is the only king without a moustache?

Did you know that Venus is the only planet that rotates clockwise?

Did you know that there are more chickens than people in the world? Mmmm chicken wings!!

Did you know that an ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain?

Did you know that the characters Bert and Ernie on Sesame Street were named after Bert the cop and Ernie the taxi driver in Frank Capra's "It's a Wonderful Life"?

Did you know that the average person falls asleep in seven minutes?


Did you know that there are 336 dimples on a regulation golf ball?
 
Did you know that Killer Whales are not actually whales? They're dolphins.
 
Did you know that the electric chair was invented by a dentist? Further proof that dentists really are sadistic (sorry to any dentists out there)  Also, it's not stock brokers with the highest suicide rate, it's dentists. I mean let's face it, hearing about how many people hate going to see you has to wear on the nerves.
 
Well there you have it. A bunch of random, useless bits of trivia. Don't say I never taught you anything.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Did you know?

Did you know the world is full of assholes?

I'm sorry, was that too harsh? Okay, the world is full of idiots? Self serving, egocentric, loud mouths?  People who think they know it all and want to make sure you know they know it all? Attention seekers?

I'm not sure where this rant comes from, truthfully, nothing has happened in recent past to put me in this mood it's just small things I notice; people who post comments on online news stories for the sole purpose of pissing others off (what comes to mind was the story of the Police Officer who got killed in January. Someone posted some horrible comments about the officer under the story in the Toronto Sun online.)  Trolls. They are the same people who frequent message boards and post things to stir the shit.
I get annoyed by people who use their Facebook statuses to seek attention. You know the ones I mean. It's the ones who say things with the intent to get people to ask them to elaborate.


Susan Pleasenoticeme                                    is sad. :( 
     
Julie Igotsuckedin                                       Oh no my friend, what's wrong? <3

    Susan Pleasenoticeme                 
    I don't want to talk about it

Julie Igotsuckedin                                   Well, I'm here to lend an ear if you need one
Susan Pleasenoticeme                                     Well, okay, my dog died, my cat had a hairball, my boyfriend is cheating on me and this morning I found 4 ZITS! My life SUCKS!!!

The truth of the matter is, most people who are suffering from REAL drama in their lives don't usually post all about it in the facebook statuses (note I say most - there are exceptions to every rule)  And if they are going to post it on their facebook status, it's usually right out there for the world to see - not put forth as a cryptic puzzle to be solved by your 'friends' 

I'm reminded of a Facebook friend I have who was informed by her husband via email that he wanted  a divorce (one should note that this was a total blindside to said friend)  Now in that case - said friend didn't pussy foot around it  - she owned that bad boy in her Facebook statuses and that was great. It wasn't out there for the sake of 'pity me' it was out there because she was pissed and wanted the world to know what an ass she'd married. It was done right.

Anyhow, that's just two things that bother me.

Before I head off to the gym....

I need a new scale. My scale has not budged since I started at the gym. I've known for a while that it doesn't work right but it's pretty wonky. I'm going to invest in a digital scale. Of course, I don't actually think I've lost anything either. Confused?  Let me explain.

I got on the scale at the gym (which I only did because it wasn't busy) and it said 156.5. I came home and my scale said 160. (and I was wearing clothes at the gym and I was wearing nothing at home) So I did the intelligent thing and set my scale at home 4 lbs lighter so it would say 156 when I stood on it (I gave myself .5 lbs grace for my shoes and clothes at the gym) But when I stepped on it again it said 158. Clearly my scale is messed up. 

I hope to get one before my big weigh in next Sunday but barring that I'll still do my measurements (though I'm willing to bet they aren't changing either.....

I love food too damn much.


       
   
  

Thursday, February 17, 2011

I need a manicure

My nails are horrible. The problem is, I don't like nail polish, I don't want fake nails and I don't like them long. But I also don't like them too short. And in my line of work they get paint and playdough under them, cracked and I rival health care professionals with the amount of times I wash my hands in a day so I have soft nails from always being wet.

Okay, complaint over.

So we've (we've being my mom and I) have begun to plan a tea as a fundraising effort for our Relay for Life team. I know my mom will have no trouble filling it with Red Hatters, which was initially what we'd planned it for but then it took on a life of it's own and we decided to open it up to anyone who wanted to come. Of course, it's still early - it's not until May but I'm hoping tickets will sell soon and quickly. It's not that I don't think the tote bags are enough - $450 worth of pledges is what they've brought in so far since August, but I want to do more and more. They retirement home we're having it at donated the use of the room to us - an awesome gift unto itself and we're going to try to get some local businesses to donate small items for door prizes. Failing that, we'll pool some cash and buy some ourselves - our further donation to the cause.  I'm excited but also a bit nervous that it will be a flop. I just want to make a difference.

The ladies in the Pumpkin Patch have been talking about a weekend get together in Chicago. I can't even begin to tell you how badly I want to go. I've looked into flights and it looks like I could probably get a return ticket for about $300 - even cheaper if I drive to Buffalo and fly from there. The downside to this option is that A: This is a girls weekend so no hubby allowed (at least as far as I can tell) and B: I don't fly well WITH my husband.....flying alone would likely entail the plane making an emergency landing because I am flipping out.
So I looked at option B: Drive.  If I can survive 5 days in a sedan with 4 other adults driving 10 hours a day to get to Vegas I can most certainly handle the roughly 10 hour drive from here to Chicago.  If I left at 5 am, leaving room for traffic, border crossing, etc, I could be in Chicago by dinner. 
But there's another problem. I'm not entirely sure Sean would be on board with my driving that far alone. It's not the drive per se, I do most of the 24 hour drive to his mom's house, it's the Alone part. And I'm sure I could convince him to go with me but then what's he going to do when he gets there? Hang with a bunch of women he doesn't know? Not likely. And even if he could/would I wouldn't want him to (and I'm sure they wouldn't either) And if some of the other husbands came - do they get thrust into that awkward 'playdate' situation. "Um, so your wife knows my wife from the internet huh?" Yeah, I'm not seeing that scenario.

I'm not giving up on the idea just yet. There is no one between me and Chicago I could carpool with. I don't know anyone who frequents Chicago for business so I can't throw that out there. But I'll think of something. I'd really hate to miss out on such a great opportunity. Now if I could convince them to move the meet up to Detroit maybe.....no question. I'd be there. I'm just worried that Chicago is too far out of my reach.

Where there is a will, there's a way I suppose.

In the meantime one of the kids in my class told me a joke today.....

Why did the banana go to the Doctor?
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Because he wasn't peeling well.

5 year old humor. Fabulous ain't it!
Have a nice day!

Saturday, February 12, 2011

I must confess

I think I'm in love. And it's not with my husband.

Wait, let's rephrase that. I think I'm in love NOT ONLY with my husband.

It's okay though, I'm sure he won't mind. I mean, we've been together for almost 16 years. He'll understand I'm sure and he'll even be happy to share me.

Last week was a truly horrendous week. It was bitter cold here  which meant our classes didn't go out for recess all week long. This meant that short of my half hour lunch, I also didn't leave my classroom all week long. But - on two of the days last week they lunch room teacher didn't show up to work and I didn't get a lunch break at all.

I was not overjoyed but let's be honest, I only work a 6 hour day, half my class was away sick and I'm still very much in the honeymoon stage of my job. I also know the Principal will make it up to me.

But - by Thursday I was starting to reach the end of my rope.

This week I had to switch up my gym days. I usually go Monday, Wednesday and Friday but on Wednesday I had a staff meeting at work and last night we had our Winter Social so I decided to go to the gym on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday.

But on Thursday night I was in a shitty mood. I was mad, I was tired and all I wanted to do was go home and drink beer. So I picked up some beer, I picked up Connor and I went home instead of to the gym. When I got home my beer case broke open and half of my beer broke all over the driveway. Great finish to my work day.

So after a small temper tantrum I ate dinner and then ..... the guilt set in. I should have gone to the gym. I felt like crap, I was moody and grumpy with Sean and the kids. I should have  gone to the gym.

So I did. 3 hours later than usual but I went. It was crazy crowded but I went.

And I felt GREAT afterwards. I was so glad I went. I felt 100% better.

Do you know what this means? It means I officially like exercise. I think I'm having a love affair with the gym.  Wow. Who would have ever thought.

On the upside, this love affair won't cause grief and heartache and will probably put a little 'zest' into our marriage. wink wink, nudge nudge

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Riddle Me This.

Let's have some riddles shall we? I love riddles.

See if you can solve these 5 riddles. I'll leave it for a week. Post your guesses in the comments section and the first person to get all 5 (or the most right by next Wednesday) will win a prize!

1. Arnold Schwarzenegger has a big one
   Micheal j fox has a small one
   Madonna doesn't have one
   the pope has one but he never uses it
   Bill Clinton Has one and he uses it all the time!
   What is it?...

2. What English word retains the same pronunciation, even after you take away four of its five letters?

3. Mom and Dad have four daughters, and each daughter has one brother. How many people are in the family?


4. What is it that no man ever saw, which never was, but always will be?

5.  What is broken every time it's spoken?

Have fun!

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Back away from the table....

I realize that I've only been going to the gym for a week so it's not surprising that I'm not seeing results. I promised myself I wouldn't step on a scale or take my measurements until the end of the month to post here but I stepped on the scale the other morning.

Not surprisingly, I've not lost any weight. (At least not that I can tell - my scale is a little temperamental and will always be a pound or two off)

The reason it's not surprising is because I eat like a freakin' horse.

I love food. When I quit smoking  and learned to cook I discovered a whole new world. My problem isn't so much that I don't eat good things. I'm getting really good about avoiding unhealthy snacking (I do have slips but I am certainly not snacking every day) I don't eat take out food (except the occasional pizza with the caretaker and teacher at work)
I eat a light breakfast, either cereal (healthy ones - not junk) or a couple of slices of toast and my coffee. At lunch I have my salad, some yogurt and then usually something like a sandwich (whole wheat bun and summer sausage with a little miracle whip)

My problem is when I get home at night and one weekends. My portion control at dinner leaves something to be desired.

My all around portion control leaves something to be desired. I'm eating enough to two meals. This is what I need to work on.

Starting today.

Smaller portions. Half of what I feel like taking.

And if I'm hungry later - I've got lots of fruit or veggies to munch.

I WILL look hot in a bathing suit this summer.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

February 3rd

Today was my EDD with Violet.

Today I could have very well be celebrating the 4th birthday of my third child.

I asked Sean last night if he knew what today was. He said "February 3rd" I said yeah, do you know what else? He didn't. It hurt.

The thing is, I don't know why it surprises me or hurts me that he doesn't remember every year. I know it's not as real to him as it was (is) to me. I know that at that time, we were at a bad place together and his focus was not on me or us or another child.

On February 3rd, 2007 - my due date - I had found myself newly pregnant (and I mean very newly as I conceived on January 19th) I was blessed to have a child in my womb when I was mourning the one who wasn't there. It gave me a little peace but having Connor does not replace the child I never got to hold.

Sean asked me if I wanted to do something today to 'remember' but I said no. I said no because I'm the only one who really seems to care about this day - I'm the only one who mourns this day. I will probably do something - for myself. I still have the sleeper I bought when I found out I was pregnant. When I lost the baby I put it in my memory box. It never occurred to me to put it on Connor. It wasn't meant for him.  I find myself looking at the sleeper every now and then and wondering about the baby I didn't have. If it was a boy or girl (I chose the name Violet because that's the birthday flower for February and it's the flower tattoo  I have to represent him/her.) I wonder if she would have been like Emily - quiet and thoughtful or if she would have been like Mary and Connor, busy, loud and inquisitive. I wonder if she would have looked like me or Sean.

I'll have myself a good cry, like I do every February 3rd and then I'll hug my boy and be thankful that I was given the beautiful gift of my rainbow baby. 

Life is a series of trade offs. It's a shitty way to learn to really appreciate the gifts you have but not being able to hold two of my babies gives me a whole different appreciation for the three I get to hug every single day.