Sunday, November 30, 2008


I am officially blogging while drinking. My husband made some fabulous margaritas tonight so we could watch 300. How lucky am I?! However, seeing the work of art that Gerad Butler has created will remind me of the damage my passion will cause. All the workouts will be a distant memory for me tonight. In fact, the workout went out the window on Wednesday. I did manage to squeeze in a run (a very short rendition) and some 8 minute abs and 8 minute buns on Thanksgiving, but there is no physical action that can cancel out the food intake that occurred over the holiday.

Here I am, Sunday evening about to drink my helping of perfect margaritas! I must also add that there will be popcorn popped at some point. I may squeeze in some veggies left over the veggie tray I made on Saturday's dinner.

As I type this I find my inner voice reminding me of the dress I have to fit in next spring! I'm in trouble....

Saturday, November 29, 2008

The Fam

I have just sat down and officially have no plans. I do have a ton of laundry and some online 'screen-shopping' to do before I get out tomorrow. We have just returned from Thanksgiving numero dos and I guess the saying goes that they save the best for last. Well sort of in this instance.

The second destination was a family get together with my family. My poor husband. Let me just explain some things. First, my parents divorced what I was 7. So, oddly as it may seem, my mom and step-dad, along with my dad sat and broke bread at the table today. They were always pleasant and seem to get along just fine. It is just strange to think that these two individuals still are a part of each other's life in such a way.

We had our infamous friend Cheryl over. I love love love Cheryl! I grew up with her and her kids so she is like an aunt or something. However, Cheryl is pretty different. She came in with a beret (nothing against them but hers had lots and lots of sparkles and reminded me of a hat I'd see in Tangerine or Disco <-- the drag show side). I love gay clubs so no judgement from me. I just want to stress the "loudness" of her hat. She is so cool and calm, my husband actually asked me if she smoked. I'm not going to define this term...if you don't know then good for you. :)

My biological Aunt was present along with my weary grandmother "Granny". My Aunt is a little off as well. I won't get into her mental issues as much but I'm sure you can gather some insight from the story I'm about to get to. (I promise to stop this set up but its is important to bring you in "the know" about this).

Let's start:

My Aunt: "Theresa, you look great. You have lost all the baby fat! It's time to have another one."

Me: :Laughs:

My Mom: :Laughs:

Dad: :Laughs:

Me: "Oh I don't know about that!" :Laughs:

My Aunt: "Well all the stuff that I have to make one has long since died. I have nothing left to make one. It would be a miracle if I did have one that my body would support its life". :Laughing:

Everyone: :Laughs:

Cheryl: "Miracles happen every day!"

Me: :turns head away from view and puts head in hands:

Mom: "It would be a miracle for me too!"

Everyone: :Laughs:



Me: "So how is Summer!?????" <-- Cheryl's daughter. I had to change this subject as soon as possible!

Can you imagine? I mean? Come on! This is NOT table conversation! We're eating here! I could not believe it.

Needless to say, I have a goofy family. I love them all very much. But it really brought out the crazy in the family today. Wow. I'm so glad to be home!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Its time to get a move on

I finally did it. I went to the gym at lunch today. I ran three laps around the track, then headed over to the treadmill for a little more impact on the booty. I found my way to the machines and yes, squeezed in some abs!

I went with some co-workers and stayed pretty much to myself. That's how I like it. I put in my headphones and escape to my music. I sometimes forget how much I hate to work out. It is so hard to get started. After two weeks of this, I will be totally hooked! I have a some-what addictive personality so its only natural for this obsession to occur. I just need it to happen now!

I find it pretty fascinating that people react to music so differently. My songs that give me that extra push completely don't work with others. Just to give you some info:

My Playlist:

- Chop Me Up - Justin Timberlake & Timbaland
- Rock the Boat - Aaliyah
- Shy Boy - Jordin Sparks
- Piece of Me - Britney Spears

- Hot & Cold - Katy Perry
- Disturbia - Rihanna
- Bittersweet Symphony - REMIXES! I love love love techno! I can seriously dance my ass off to techno sans alcohol (that's how much I love this music!)
- The Way I Are - Timbaland

Honestly, the entire Timbaland CD - Shock Value - is pretty amazing

- Love Stoned - Justin Timberlake <-- the cool thing about this one is the slow cool down part at the end of the song..perfect for cardio!!!

Cool Down
- Electrical Storm - U2
- Somewhere Over the Rainbow - Israel Kamakawiwo'ole

So some may wonder what in the hell is going on with this playlist. In reality, there are a gazillion songs on my mp3 player and I don't really need to list everything. You get the gist. I think pop rock is the best for working out. Rap is preferred for lifting weights and techno is best for cardio.

I just can't see myself getting motivated to work my butt off to Coldplay or Norah Jones (which are a favorite of mine).

Wish me luck and I'll keep you posted on the progress.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

What a Weekend

I am writing my blog while I watch Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. I am finding out that I have to take frequent breaks to wipe the tears from my eyes and watch the reactions of this family and their children. I have definitely changed since having my daughter. I am a little more emotional and cry over pretty much everything involving children and helping others.

This leads to my jam packed weekend of SCRAP BOOKING! I would have never thought that I would ever be doing something like this. For me, it's difficult to organize my ideas. I have a ton of pictures and special moments I find it hard to narrow it all down. I must confess that I almost quit working on my pages. I think that I developed ADD over the past few years. If it wasn't for my Mom pushing me along I would have easily got up and never returned to the mess on the floor.

That's the other thing that bothers me. I can't stand a mess! Franci is crawling now and puts EVERYTHING in her mouth. So imagine cut outs of paper, pictures, cardboard, ribbon, stickers, rubber stamps, buttons and so much more. It's a parent's nightmare really. I kind of think my mom has forgotten what a baby is all about. Franci is super curious (which is awesome) but she wants to know about things I'm doing. Whether it be folding laundry, drying my hair or, in this case, scrap booking, she's front in center.

My husband was out of town and I decided to visit the parents over the weekend. I truly think Franci will be a mamma's girl. We slept together in the guest room each night. When she would wake me up we'd just lay there and play for a while. She is so fun. I can't wait for her be able to walk. I honestly think she gets lonely without me sometimes. For instance, this evening she went to bed at 7:30pm (yes!!). Around 8:45 I heard my lil' one crying. I walked in her room and there she was...sitting up in her crib with her hands around her bars. Poor baby.

I brought her out in the living room with me and we cuddled up in the chair and started rocking. She passed out in minutes. Melts my heart just writing about it. I have a snuggle bunny tonight and she's already sleeping in my bed. I'm headed that after I write this.

After a long weekend of endless "No, don't touch that" and "Get away from kitty's food" and "Come over here" I am beat. I actually have some neat pages for my scrapbook. I don't know how long I can keep this thing going. I may move over to digital scrap booking. We'll see. Time to hit the sack and snuggle with my little love.