It's snowing AGAIN

Don't get me wrong I love the snow. It is the idiots who are out driving in it that I can do without. I was on my way back from Baltimore this morning and I could have taken an entire roll of film of cars that were stuck in the ditch. I am gathering that they were going too fast, or when they felt them selves sliding they increased the speed instead of chilling out for a minute. Hopefully no one was hurt and this was one of those weekends that I am glad Bryant is grounded from driving.


One Thing About Getting Older

No I am not going to talk about losing your hair, or forgetfulness. I am not going to mention the fact that our bladders grow weaker and we are in bed by 9pm. I am not talking about an AARP membership or free senior specials. I am talking about when our parents die.

Many people I know have lost a parent at a young age, but since I have turned 40 I have seen many friends go through the death of a parent.

When you are an infant you rely on everything from your parent. Your clothing, your cleanliness, your nutrition and love that comes from your parent. You thank your parents for this by throwing up on them, maybe throwing up in their mouths, peeing on them, keeping them up late at night and screaming at the top of your lungs.

Then you turn an age where you start walking, everywhere. You think that you can climb every rock, every mountain and run through every road. You are everywhere from morning till nighttime. Your parent is there to guide you, protect you and make sure you have just the right amount of independence, while still giving you love, food, and clean diapers. You in turn give them asthma attacks from running after you, heartache when you go down the slide for the first time all by yourself, and hurt ears from still screaming at the top of your lungs when your parent will not let you play in that road with all of the pretty cars.

Then when you start school you have them dropping you off, picking you up, helping with homework and teaching you about bullies and how when a boy picks on you that means he likes you. You thank your parent by hiding your bad grades, rolling of the eyes, and your pretty much still screaming your head off because your parent just doesn't get it.

In middle school it is hard for the parent to know when to start letting go more. You are on the phone with your friends more, trying to spend the night, staying far away from your parent while you are asserting your independence. You want to go to dances, by yourself or with the girls, you want to go shopping with your girlfriends, you want to talk on the phone until midnight and don’t understand why you cant have unlimited texting on your cell phone or why can't you stay up till dawn. You thank them by again rolling your eyes, not speaking to them, grunting and I am sure there are a few door slams in there.

Then there are the teenage years. You're in high school and you might be participating in sports and working. You expect your parent to pick you up and drive you where ever you need to go on time. You expect them to have a snack and a cold drink waiting for you in the car after sports. You expect them to listen to you as soon as you want to talk. You expect them to drop everything and drive your homework, books, gym bag or purse to them at that moment where ever you are. You expect them to always be there when you want them to be there. You do not want them looking over your shoulder while you are online, you do not want them checking your email when you are not around. You do not want them contacting your teacher about your grades and you do not want them to hassle you about what you are going to do with your life.
You thank them by not saying thank you, not helping around the house and still by slamming your door, turning your music on high and screaming at the top of your lungs.

Sometimes things get better and sometimes they get worse, there are reasons and people out there who did not live happily ever after and are much better without their parents in their lives. But for those of you who have attained a friendship with your parent and are proud to have had a parent like them, you should call your parent and tell them so. You should say thank you for all the times you could not or would not say thank you.

This week I have been with 2 people whose parent has died. It is not easy and there is a lifelong pain that will never go away. You will always think of them at monumental moments, or if it is just the weekly catch up call you normally have or the Sunday evening meal with your parent. People say that death is something that you need to let go of, but how can you let go of someone who has always been there for you and who always, unconditionally loved you?

Think of the following and never forget:
When you graduated from high school/college, who was/is there for you?
When you got married, who was/is there for you no matter how much of a bridezilla you were? When you found out you were pregnant who was on your top 5 list to call?
When your beautiful baby was born, who was there waiting to hold your precious child?
Who did you call to talk about the turbulence that you are having with your own child?

Now take the parent out of the picture, who would you call now?

Don't take them lightly. At our age they can be gone in a blink of an eye. Make most of your memories and time spent. It will be the only thing you have to hold on to.


A blogging friend of mine wrote about her busy Thursday and she preached for people to lather on the sunscreen. To make sure you apply it to your children. Words to live by and I am passing them on. Wear a hat, be careful out there. Protect your children with what you can protect them with... suncreen

I remember the days of going to friends houses after school and mixing a concoction that would surely give us a fast tan. Ingredients would be olive oil, baby oil and other stuff... we would put sun-in in our hair and then go to the pool and wait for magic to happen. Well I didn't have to apply this because with my olive skin I would tan right away and I was alway proud of my tan, I would never sunburn. My mother used to tell me that she would rub crisco on her skin to get a tan. Granted the sun wasn't as bad then so they say, and they were in the process of destroying our ozone, so they really didn't know the ill's of doing what they were doing.

From the Chicago Tribune by columnist Mary Schmich

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but known that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.

Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.


Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.Remember compliments you receive.

Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. You choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.


More pictures

Pictures from the Saturday shoot

Stolen from a friend who.. said it was awesome (to the tune of "I heard it from a friend whoooo.

Hot Crab Dip Recipe:

2 packages 8 oz of softened cream cheese ½ container of sour cream Few (3 generous) shakes of garlic salt
1 TBS (or to taste ) Old Bay Seasoning
2 TBS Lemon Juice
2-3 tsp Worcestershire Sauce
1 tsp mustard
4 TBS mayonnaise
1 Cup Shredded cheddar cheese
1 container (16 oz) of crabmeat (I use the Phillips brand at Costco)

Combine all ingredients except the crabmeat. Once well combined, gently fold in crabmeat (so you keep the lump crabmeat). Spray a deep dish pie plate, quiche pan or any shallow 2 qt. casserole dish with non-stick spray and pour mixture into the baking dish. Sprinkle Old Bay on top and bake at 350 degrees for 30-40 minutes or until mixture bubbles around the sides of the dish. Enjoy with crackers, Fritos of your favorite dipper. :-)

Weekly Whirlwind

Any of you out there with teenage boys? Then you know what I am going through.

Not much else going on, I made some awesome stuffed mushrooms last night. Everyone ate them too fast so I could not take a picture.


A Million Different Directions

That is how I fell as of lately and I have so much to blog about that I have no idea what to blog about first. I still have pictures of the three day that I have not posted yet! So I am going to work backwards, starting with last night's holy cow moment. Okay that is over with. No need to share that with the entire world.

Sunday - watched football and I had to root for the Saints cuz well, cuz of that kid named Drew Brees, you know how it is.. a QB plays on your team for a season or two and you fall in love.. well, that’s all folks. Oh yea and I stayed out too late!!

SATURDAY - Notice the caps. All I can say about that is, "Thank god I am the Master of my own bladder". I could go into details of the day and I wind up having to cough because I am laughing so hard then I have to rush to the bathroom and ensure that I am still the Master. Go get a cup of coffee and sit down and read about Saturday = a brush with uncontrollable bladders.

The big B took me to meet Lisa, an avid and dysfunctional photographer like myself, in Crystal City. We had been planning a photo day for about a month now and we were excited because the weather had cooperated with us and there was no sign of the rain that hit us the night before.
So we planned on meeting and then heading over to the airport to get like the perfect shot that real photographers will sit out there all day for, we were planning on getting that same shot in ten minutes. We found a spot, and started taking pictures, but as Lisa said, there was too much sun. My trip there was a epic fail as hers was not as epic, she got a few good shots, which was good. I have some good shots of the seagulls if anyone is interested.
While driving from the airport back to the parking lot to park, we didn’t talk much. You might think that is was because we were reflecting on the pictures that we took and how we could edit them to be better and frame worthy. In reality, I could not talk simply because I WAS NOT BREATHING do to being scared sh*tless. Lisa has a flair for darting in and out of traffic with no warning, no warning to me or to the other drivers on the road. I was not breathing because I thought that if I breathed I would off balance the car in the shift of weight. I don't think that she realized that there was more weight in the car that day since I was in there. I was holding on to the car door arm rest for dear life and I think that if I clean out my nails really good I would find particles of her door arm in my nail. Lisa thought that it was the funniest thing, and to be honest, I swore never to dog out Big B's driving again, her antics were that bad LOL.

Then we park the car and start walking to the Crystal City metro which was farther than I thought it was going to be. We planned on hitting the zoo and then a few places in DC. I had a lot to carry and she had her camera, bag, and the "Dysfunctional Tripod". We bought our Metro tickets and then went to try to find the correct way to travel on the Metro. We arrived to the zoo, and walked uphill a ways until we got there, and went in the direction of the Panda's. We saw Panda's, orangutans, cheetah’s and various small mammals, and the reptiles. That was fun, my back was hurting and I paid 3 bucks for a coke using my credit card at a coke machine. We were yelling at people who were banging on the glass, who were standing in our way and who were wearing really bad hats that were getting into our pictures. We didn't bother going anywhere else in the zoo, since we still had a full plate, and the smell of the monkeys sent us off on a search for Slim Jims.

Back on the Metro, after seeing young teens trying to sell us krispy kreme donuts for a dollar to support Haiti. We got off at the Capital and made our way to the Botanical Gardens. I wanted to get some pictures of the flowers and I was worried that it was going to be another epic fail, but it turned out to be great, except for the humidity in the place, I thought I was going to DIE, or have a heat stroke. I asked where the bathroom was but I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get my pants back on unless I rolled them up, so I decided to wait. These pictures are some of the best and thank god I was reading the signs to get to the gardens, because if it was left up to Lisa we would have just been walking straight.

Then we walked almost all of the way to the Washington Memorial, I stopped dead in my tracks and said that I am done walking, and just by chance Lisa looked and saw the metro. Thank God for all day passes.

Got on the metro went back to the car, found a bathroom, went to Chili's, proceeded to order everything on the menu, yet didn't eat all of it since I porked out on chips and salsa. After that we decided the game plan for the night pictures.

We got in the car.. and drove on the GW parkway, we passed the picture taking event... then it seemed to have taken 2 miles until the park where we parked at. I guess in reality we were supposed to be able to see where we were once we got out of the car. I could not. I noticed that the outhouse's door was open and told Lisa to remember that, cuz if it is closed when we come back I am NOT walking any further. So then we both unpack our tripods, Lisa was already on full mode so she only had to make sure she could swing the thing without losing her footing. So we both start walking armed and dangerous. The path we are walking on is dark, and the trees were making it eerie there. I had to keep talking or I was going to start believing the things that were going through my head. We had to stop because we came to a fork in the road, we looked and thought to ourselves, which one will we be better seen by the people driving by if we are attacked and sold for local kibble. We took the high road, which was good, except that Lisa thought one of the buses were going to behead her by hitting the tripod which was on her shoulder, thus knocking her head off. We then realize that we are no longer on GW parkway and are on our way to the Kennedy Center. So then we basically turned around thinking *Operation Aborted*. While we are walking back talking about how we could just park on the parkway, run out of the car set up the tripods and take a million pictures real quick, when all of a sudden two masked men jump into the walk way from the lower walkway. I grab Lisa and throw her in front of me in hopes that she can protect me since she knows I got her back. No really though I did grab her arm, and she was trying to pace us as her grip on her tripod was tighter and her other hand on her phone and keys. Well, we got closer and when the 2 dudes realized that we were following them they turned around and started walking towards us. Thank gosh they kept walking. I think that they knew that we would not bring them any money on the black market and plus dead weight weighs a lot more than we do now. We got to the car I wouldn't get in till Lisa got in, Lisa was trying to through her tripod of horrors in the back seat and I just wanted to get out of the place. We were both waiting for the two men who were quite larger than us, but that was from Lisa's point of view, I think she is 5'2". When we were safe, I could tell that I was ready to pound my tripod into that man’s head, but then I got to thinking and thought that we would have both had to hit then hard at the same time, and knock them both out to where we would have enough time to run, cuz ya know we don’t run too fast without tripping. Like the scary movies say, do not go on GW parkway at night, man!

Whew done... so once our adrenalin stop flowing we started driving around looking for a place to take night pictures. We were over by Arlington Cemetery, and decided to park on the side, get out and start taking pictures. I set up my tripod, and Lisa is starting to realize why she wants a new tripod. The three legs would take on a life all on their own. I wondered for awhile why there was not a level on the pod, but then I figured that Lisa knew what straight was.

To be continued tomorrow after work.


Breakfast Casserole

Breakfast Casserole

1-2 Cups diced ham (or 1 lb sausage, browned and drained)
2 Pkgs (6 oz) Betty Crocker Hash Browns
1 medium green bell pepper (diced)
1 TBS instant chopped onion
2 Cups shredded cheddar cheese
3 cups milk
1 Cup Bisquick
¼ tsp Salt
4 Eggs

Grease 13" x 9" baking pan. Mix dry ingredients together and pour in the pan. Mix egg and milk and pour over dry ingredients - stir and make sure all ingredients are evenly distributed.
Sprinkle additional cheddar cheese on top and Bake at 375 degree oven from 30-35 minutes. If putting together the night before leave off cheese until you're ready to bake. Ann said she adds a little more milk before baking in the morning to make sure it's not dry.


Mr Tot wants to share his Favorite Comfort food

Tater tot casserole.... I make mine different and I thought I would share...
1 lb ground beef
1 package frozen corn
minced onion fresh or dried, I used dried.
1 8 oz sour cream (light works fine also)
I can of cream of mushroom soup
1 bag of tater tots
Velvetta ( half of a large loaf or enough to cover your tater tots)
cheddar cheese grated .. for taste... can also be fat freeOKay so I have been manipulating a reciepe I found and I finally got it down..cook 1 lb ground beef, drain and rinse off fat. Add sour cream, onion, corn and cream of mushroom soup. mix and keep on medium heat while prepping the casserole dish. dont use a 13x9 pan, takes too much cheese to cover up. I used the large corning wear casserole dish.. maybe a 8 x 6?? on the bottom I put half a bag of tater tots. Then I placed sliced velvetta cheese over it.. do not make the slices too large because then the dish will be too salty. Then pour the ground beef mixture over the tatertots and velvetta. The you want to put the rest of the tater tots on the top, and bake at 350 for an hour. When there is 15 minutes left, add the shredded cheese to the top if you want. OMG it was the best tater tot casserole I have made, and I have been making this every month trying to make the perfect one. I added a bit of pepper to it. and omg it was gooooooood!!!!

Tater M Tot say it's Furday!!!

I am hungry explains Mr. Tater M Tot

The Blue Jay says

You need to start working for your food!

Chicken and Dumplings

I made chicken and dumps Monday night.
I used this recipe from Ourbestbites.com and next time I will not add as much milk, and will always add more chicken!

B does not like the dumplings. He doesn't understand old fashioned cooking. He wants to know why you have to have these balls of bread in the soup. He really isn't a big time soup or stew eater either which kills me in the winter time. His favorite soup is Tomato, that should accompany grilled cheese. So go figure. But he did eat some and I made sure that I added an entire rotissere chicken instead of 1 pound this way there was a lot of meat for him to eat. He likes everything seperate and whatever you do, dont tell him the ingredients of a meal. He still has not eaten my spinach dip after watching me make it one day. I never told him it was a healthy meal!

Herb Cheee Bread

This was very good, I think I preheated the oven too long, and usually when I bake bread I put a pan of water on the bottom rack but this did not call for it.

2 pkgs. dry yeast
1/4 c. lukewarm water
1 3/4 c. skim milk
2 1/2 tbsp. sugar
1 tsp. salt
6 c. sifted flour
2 tbsp. oil
2 c. shredded cheddar
1/2 tsp. dill
1/2 tsp. rosemary
1/2 tsp. thyme
1/2 tsp. basil
Dissolve yeast in lukewarm water. Mix sugar and milk together and add to the yeast. To this mixture add salt and 3 cups flour. Beat until smooth. Add oil, cheese, and herbs. Gradually mix in the remaining flour until dough is stiff enough to handle. Knead dough until it is smooth and elastic. Place dough in a greased bowl, turning once to coat all sides, cover with a cloth and let rise in a warm place until double in size. Divide into 2 equal parts, shape into loaves and place in two 10 x 5 loaf pans. Cover and let rise again until doubled. Bake at 425 degrees for 15 minutes. Reduce heat to 375 degrees and continue baking for 30 minutes longer. Remove bread from pans. Cool on wire rack.


It's a Hump day like no other

Can you say"National Delurker Day"? So if you are reading this I would love it if you would write a comment please!


A boy growing into a man

I have a friend and she is really having a hard time with her daughter and while I am listening to her, I realize how lucky I am to have raised such an amazing man.

B came to visit us at the Lodge last night, since we all were consumed with meetings after meetings and seemed like there was no end to the pain, he came up to visit. He stayed for awhile, and he and I chatted about a few serious things that did not contain his laughter, nor his witty wisecracks. His candor was amazing while speaking to me and he was brutally honest, which was so refreshing and allowed me to see inside his soul and how he actually views the world and the people in it. I was amazed at how grown up he seemed through this conversation.

We finished talking and he was going to leave and hugging everyone, and my friend asked me when he was walking out the door, "arent you worried about him, or sad that he is growing older"? I thought for minute and smiled, "No, I am not sad nor worried" I said, "I know that I did a damn good job raising him and I know he is going to be a wonderful human being, father, and man." I have no worries when it comes to him anymore. He is strong and fiercely independent which will help him get far. He is also very outspoken and outgoing. Of course he can become stupidly humorous and laugh until he has tears in his eyes... but what I saw last night in his eyes and the way he talked will stay in my mind forever.

From this little punk who liked to make you laugh and loved to make faces

To a grown Man who is almost ready to fight for our country, vote and buy cigarettes. Forget that last sentence, he can go and play pro golf and make his mommy millions of dollars LOL

B doesn't like me airing out what we talk about so I did not mention it hear... but I know.


A Good Laugh for a Monday!

Well, I was going to get this book for a friend who had a baby, but now it is all ruined. Yet when I read it again I realize that this women is in need of some therapy and good drugs!!!

I was exactly the same way... now I am realizing that I might need some therapy!


Weekends go by way too fast

Lovely weekend, went by way too fast, but as always was a memorable one. We stayed out way too late on Friday, something that I have not done in a very long time. We got home almost at 3 am, then up early the next day to run amuck around the house then get ready for the "just one more girls" Christmas celebration, everyone picked a name around Thanksgiving and we played secret Santa. It was so much fun! It was a surprise and I for one was trying to figure out who had who, and I am already thinking about next year and how much fun I am going to make it.

We then had a 'would you rather' game and that was hilarious, I never saw so many women flipping sides so many times, but it all was in good fun. We then went to the moose and played in the pool tournment, I went home early thank gosh. Today i worked breakfast at the moose, stayed for maybe 10 minutes, went home took a super hot shower, went to the gym, came home, and vegged out the rest of the day!

Trimph of a weekend, now it is back to work!~


To go or not to go

I have lived in Virginia about 7 years now, and I still get lost when I go out of my 5 miles radius. When I lived in San Diego and would get lost, getting home would be easy, I would just head West or smell the beach and yummie salt air and follow it home. Eventually I would find a landmark helping with the rest of the way.
Here in Northern VA, there is so much construction going on right now that my landmarks are disappearing. I used to go down this small road through the back of Lorton that would bring me to 123 and my most favorite Starbucks around. Well, I drove down it one day after not being able to get to my favorite barista for awhile, and omg the road CHANGED. I wound up somewhere I never had been before. I called Brian and expressed my concern, while quickly locking my door so the Bunny Man would not attack me. “Hello” says Brian, I say, “you will not believe this but the road has disappeared to fivebucks Starbucks”. He chuckles because he knows how I am driving. He asks the route I took and I told him and I was on the right road… He helps navigate me while I am screaming hysterically because I HAVE to get my coffee, here I am in tears and it is broad daylight and I am screaming at people because it is their fault I am lost. I can only imagine what they saw when they looked in my window. Some crazy idiotic woman screaming to her husband on the phone, yea that’s it!
Once I am finally on 123, I see all of the changes that were made to the road, yes it is gone, and there is now houses where the road stood. I go park next to starbucks and actually wonder to myself if caffeine is really a good idea at the moment. I go in and order my usual at the time (quad grande 3 pump skim white mocha) and start talking to my favorite barista, I have no idea what their name is, whomever is taking my order becomes my favorite. I tell them of my dilemma and they start laughing. Hmm, while I was graphically depicting me screaming hysterically as if the Bunny Man was coming to attack me in broad daylight, they are laughing at my plight. They then tell me that the road has been like that for about 6 months now and then ask where the hell I have been…

I tell him I just got back from a 6 month deployment, grab my coffee and leave. I haven’t been back since.


Baby it's cold outside

This post was inspired by The McMommy Cronicles

Very cold here in Northern VA. If it is going to be this cold, I want a wood stove, ample amount of wood and snow, lots of it, not having to work is a plus, I can wear the same sweats and sweatshirts and scarves all the time. Perfect then, otherwise I think I am ready for the bitter cold to be gone.

So in the last week during this cold snap I have succumbed to chapped lips, from the wind, many many bottles of moisturizer for my hands that feel like raw sandpaper, if that is even possible, and I have been grazing around the kitchen eating everything in sight. It is not like I am getting ready to hibernate, I will just get up tomorrow and do it again.

I have been scouring the internet for soup recipes and trying to find something yummie.
No matter what time of the day it is, a nice hot steaming shower is going to be forgotten as soon as you swing back the shower curtain, and once your toes touch the floor, you forget the warmth you felt.



Do Cowboys really look THAT good?

Umm yea I think that they do.


OMG Look a Whale!!!

Okay, so I am warning you in advance not to be drinking any liquid, or chewing something that might inadvertantly make you choke.

Went to the gym tonight for an Abs & Back class. It started at 6, went to the grocery store picked up a few things that we needed, since it is so cold outside it would be fine while we were at the gym. Arrived at the gym 25 minutes early so I did a bike race for 20 minutes and the boys went for a run. As the clock started inching closer to the time of DOOM, I started wondering when the last time was that I spent 10 minutes on my Abs let alone thirty minutes. It has been a long time, probably since I was still with K12. I walked in and see a few people larger than me, thank god, but this is Gold's Gym and even at the beginning of the year, I dont see too many larger women in there, which is a shame because they have some excellent classes. Did I mention the Abs and Back ckass? I grab a mat and find a spot on the side, since I was new to the class I didnt want to get in anyone's way, or rather I didn't want anyone watching my uncoordinated self. The boys follow me and we make ourselves at home and I wonder if it is too late to run out of the room screaming.

I start stretching out, so I look like I know what I am doing, and start checking out the competition. Yes, I said competition, I am very competitive as you ALL should know and I need something to keep me coming back, some one to beat out. Anyways, I'm stretching, glancing at the thin 20 somethings and secretly cursing them for even being in this class, I wonder if I could shove a sammich down their throat real quick or at least some guac and chips ya know. I see a lady behind me, she is bigger, and older than me, and she seems like she doesn't even want to be in the class. Remember her for later.

The instructor comes in, this chipper, happy young lady who was very nice, and telling everyone in the class that there are many people here because it is the new year and in a few weeks they wont be here anymore. I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me. I'm good, I have already determined that I will not be one of the "oh it's the new year so lets jump on the 'get healty' train" So I already have a goal. She starts us on the first round of stomach crunches, Im hanging in there, I notice the heavy breathing from one of the boys next to me, I look over, his face is all red and his eyeballs are getting ready to pop out. I told him to breath, and he started laughing, I guess he accidently had some gas... I will leave it at that... Just picture in your mind, a 17 year old trying to hang with his parents, and a crowded room, while doing crunches. Some of the things I could not do at all, or I did not have the coordination to do the correctly, so I just did regular crunches. I would try to look at the other people in the room, but they all had their own way of doing things and after awhile all I thought of was weeds growing from the ground, but not as graceful. I imagined myself trying to do what I thought everyone else was doing, and all I could imagine was 3 beached whales stuck in the sand, while flailing their arms back and forth trying to get back into the water. I could not even sit up from the laying down part, I had to go at it sideways, so I have many many goals in front of me with this class and I think that I am going to like it. I look around me to see who is still with it, and I see her... the one that the instructor talked about, the one that will be gone within 2 weeks because she either will not see results or she is just going to quit. She was not even trying. I understand if it is hard for people, but it seemed like when we were doing crunches that she just laid there and lifted her legs in the air. I hope that she comes back and tries harder. I mean, why would you even bother coming to a class and putting your knees on the wafer thin mat for nothing? This mat was so thin that when we were on our hands and knees I went from elbows to feet in order to NOT have my knees on that mat, omg that hurt more than the crunches, so I did the harder way for awhile. There was also 7 guys there, including my two, which was pretty cool!

I am sitting at home now, watching the new season of the Biggest Loser, and even my fingers are starting to stiffen up. I called my girlfriend and was just rolling in laughter telling her what I thought we all looked like. I love to find humor in these scenario's.

I am just wondering what is next.

Did I mention the classes that they have there? Next class for me to do: Tomorrow morning 5:15 Body Pump class. 45 minutes of pure hell.


Back to my semi crazied world!

Well, the tree is gone, and all of the decorations are packed away but I am sure in a week I will find that one lone Christmas item that did not get packed with the rest of the stuff. I have a broken coffee machine, which had come back to life once so I am hoping that it resurrects itself again and sooner rather than later, the coffee at work has mush to be desired.
Anyways – New Years was a blast like it always is. I heard too much of the “this next year is going to be so much better”

I also read from people that this next year everything is going to be perfect and how things are going to change and they are going to be happier, healthier and holier than ever.
But why? At midnight is there some secret button that is going to be pushed that will turn your sad, depressed self into a winner? Is that same secret button going to help you find a job or find a man? Nope.

I think to myself, why wasn't this past year what they wanted it to be? I mean, some things are out of our control, but much of our own happiness and self worth come from who we are and how we act. Of course if you are going to be sad, and depressed it is going to be a crappy year and you can't wait for the next year to come, but usually the “lather, rinse, repeat” goes into effect. I can admit, I try new things, diets, lifestyles, promises to myself and most of them go on the back burner. I have no one to blame but myself. I cannot blame work, finances or other. If I wanted it bad enough I would have done it
I had one hell of a year, and it was filled with so much anguish and sadness I can admit. There were also awesome and happy times. I was so happy at the end of 2010 that I could literally scream and I am sure this is going to be one heck of a roller coaster ride. I am looking forward to everyday, learning something new and rejoicing that I have the strength and power to preserver.


My year in review

January - created this blog, tried to save money by waxing my own eyebrows
February - Trip to San Diego, ate lots of mexican food and stayed in an awesome hotel and met Phil! Franconia Moose Pool Tournament, Bus Trip to Coloniel Beach, Fredricksberg, Vienna. went to PF Changs with gals that I met through blogging. That was fun! Read all of the Twillight books.
March - registered for the 3-day walk for Breast Cancer, hurt my back and reflected a bit
April - Started thinking about my Masters program and what exactly i wanted to focus on. entered my first photo contest and started taking more pictures.
May - Bryant got his first job that was taxed. Golf season started, and I posted an I Believe
June - started and completely failed at weight watchers, started the Thursday night ritual at the moose. Added Calvin and Tao to the family
July - more golf trips, picnic's, bought my awesome sewing machine!!!
August - Williamsburg golf tournament!! Shopping, got ready for my picnic that I had to raisse money for my 3 day walk. Made all of the money that I needed. totally over obligated my self at the moose.
September - started my masters program
October - walked 60 miles in three days.. plan on doing it again next year and doing the army ten miler.
November - Thanksgiving day goodness.
December - had a wonderful holiday