Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
I'm still not sure if I like it. I think I've been doing it for about a week. I've tried a few of the things, but all of the back and forth things and the plants and what not confuse me. I don't know if I've been playing right. I don't know why, but the whole thing kind of freaks me out. I hope I get over my weird anxiety.
I usually keep some sweet staples around the house, but since swearing off, I haven't been buying my usual stuff. Yesterday, I was craving something sweet really badly. I had and ah ha moment and decided to make some chocolate chip cookies. I always have chocolate chips around and I convinced my sugar deprived brain that there was a long lost bag of them at the back of the cupboard. I must have rooted around in there for about 15 minutes and I never found that mystery bag of chips. I started to feel really desperate. I didn't know what I was going to do. I kind of gave up and began wandering the house to try and take my mind off it when I came upon the most glorious site I have ever seen. It was a forgotten Valentine's Day treat bag of one of my kids. It was like a light from heaven was shining down upon it. I immediately grabbed it and started digging around. At the very bottom of the bag I found one fun size Snickers and one fun size Twix. I ripped them open and shoved them into my mouth. They were the most glorious things I have ever tasted in my whole entire life. I heard the Hallelujah Chorus as I was eating them. A total meltdown was avoided and all was good and right in my world at that moment.
I don't know what I'll do if this happens again. What I ate were the only good things left in the bag. I shudder to think about it.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I want you to look at that thing on my left cheek. That thing is probably the biggest and longest lasting monster zit I have ever had in my life. Ever. It's going on 4 weeks since that beautiful thing popped out. I can't get it to go away. I've tried ignoring it, but that's an impossible task for me. I've tried putting zit cream on it. All that has done is dry out the skin and make it peel off. I've tried popping it. No such luck with that either. All that happens when I do that is that it will get bigger and more purple, bleed and form an all new scab. Thereby, starting the whole process all over again. Nothing seems to work. I fully expect an alien to come out of my face once it's done incubating in there. There's just no other explanation as to why this thing has been hanging around for so long. I want it to go away. I feel like I've had a flashing neon arrow pointing at my face for all this time. Don't tell me you haven't noticed it.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I was going to wear this dress to my own prom, or least make my bridesmaids wear it when I got married.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
#1 Thing that must go: Shag haircuts on boys. Especially boys who don't know what it means to wash their hair. Grody. Tyler recently asked if I would let him grow his hair out like this. First, I nearly threw up and second, I had to restrain myself from smacking him for even thinking such a ridiculous thing. It made me feel like a failure as a mother. I know I've taught him better.
#2 Thing that must go: boys in tight girl pants. Enough said about that.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Ryan started this exercise program 8 days ago. You've probably seen the infomercials. They're on all the time. All. The. Time. I've watched them and some of the different workout routines with him. They truly do look challenging and like they would produce results. I've thought about trying some of it myself. Thought about it. That's all. I don't think I would ever actually attempt to do any of it. I'm too scared to go all out with the program. Scared because I know I would be amazing at it and I don't want to intimidate Ryan with my super awesomeness. I want him to have lots of self-confidence. He doesn't need me emasculating him.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
I didn't want anything fancy. I also didn't want to have to follow a pattern. I didn't want a particular color scheme. I wanted something that looked homemade. Not made by a professional. (I'm pretty sure I succeeded at making it look like it was made by an amateur. ☺) To sum it up, I simply didn't want to have to make any choices. I hope that makes sense.
I decided I wanted to use what I had on hand. In other words, scrap fabric. I didn't want to buy anything new to make the top. I knew that if I bought anything new, I would start worrying about things, I would come up with a color scheme or pattern and then I wouldn't end up with the crazy quilt I wanted. I had quite a bit of my own fabric, but I didn't have enough to make the size of quilt I needed. I had to get some scraps from my dad and my mother in law also. I'm glad I did. To me, it makes it feel like the quilt has more of a story. I only had to buy the batting for it and the fabric for the back. There's no rhyme or reason really as to why I chose the green flannel for the back. I simply did because it was the one that had the most on the bolt when I bought some. I thought about "quilting" the top and then I came to my senses. This thing is really big. Pretty much a king size. Quilting it would have taken forever. So, I decided to just tie it. I used yarn I had on hand and I really like the way it turned out.
Now, I don't make any claims of being a quilter. I've never done this before. I'm sure it shows. I would really hate for someone who knows what they are doing, to critique my work. I don't care if it's not done properly. I only care that it's done. I started something and I finished it. All the way to the end. I'm proud of myself.
Friday, March 6, 2009
This incident made me realize something. I've known it for years. We (really I) have a very serious problem. We're (really me) addicted to Dr. Pepper. I had such a scare, I'm almost sort of contemplating getting off the stuff. Almost. Also, I've actually started running again on a semi-regular basis and drinking Dr. Pepper is counter productive to what I'm trying to do. It's just that I love it so much. It's my idea of heaven. Pray for us. If we're really going to quit, we'll need all the help and support we can get to get this monster off our backs.
P.S. Just in case you're wondering, of course I drove straight to a gas station from Wendy's and bought both of us one there.
P.S.S. I also ran last night. It was only for about 21 minutes, but I did burn off around 120 calories. I then promptly came in the house and ate a Cadbury Creme Egg to cancel out any of the good effects the running may have had.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
One of these arrived yesterday. It was addressed to Ryan, so I didn't open it. I assumed it had something to do with his new exercise routine. (A post for a later time.) He opened it as soon as he got home from work. I gasped when I saw it. He did his usual act nonchalant and shrug it off routine. I cried like a baby for about 5 minutes and then I started taking pictures galore. I already love it. I just need to learn how to really use it now. Someone, please teach me. (Yes, that is a plea for help from those I know who know how to use these.) *Warning! Mushy time.* I have such an amazing husband. I really kind of love him. A lot. (I suppose that wasn't so mushy, but I do love my husband.)