tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41642103386148856152024-03-13T19:40:03.580-07:00Just BreatheTheresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-49157321646300763072013-12-29T15:11:00.000-08:002013-12-29T15:11:21.532-08:00I Promise NOT to Annoy You!I took the plunge and went for something. I signed up to be a Beachbody Coach. Please, before you click the 'x' at the top right of the screen to move from my blog, just hear me out.<br>
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<b>Why did I do this?</b><br>
1. I want to try this Shakeology stuff out for myself.<br>
2. And if this stuff works, I want to be able to share my candid results and give the opportunity to others to get it.<br>
3. I LOVE food.I need to work on some personal things to make sure I don't lose myself.<br>
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I just turned 31 (congratulations to me...right?). I can't drink a six pack of Corona and eat half a pizza anymore. It's not about being older its about my body changing. Simple. My body is not the same anymore. I have a daughter who is nearly 6 going on 13. See why I need that Corona and pizza?!<br>
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I work a "9-5" desk job...I sit at a desk and type on a computer. I have to use my mind - a lot! But I don't really have physical activity at the office. So I turned my workout sessions into a part time gig at my local gym. I LOVE teaching classes. I currently teach two fitness formats - <a href="http://www.rippedplanet.com/huddle/profile/2080"><b>R.I.P.P.E.D.</b></</a> and <a href="http://www.insanitycertification.com/search-gym-instructor?view=search-result&gymInstructorName=&location=72703&country=US&lat=&lng=&radius=5#classSchedule"><b>INSANITY</b></a>. Very different formats but both completely amazing.<br>
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I will keep you updated on the new gig with Beachbody. I promise to not fill this blog with silly hopes and dreams about Shakeology. If I become a product pusher I hope someone says something! Until then, have a wonderful new year and put your health and fitness first!Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-77917802991478619892013-12-15T13:21:00.000-08:002013-12-15T13:36:54.496-08:00This Wonderful LifeIt has been too long since I've taken any time to write. I have no excuse other than its not been a priority for me. I recently read a blog post by a co-worker's mother. She is suffering from cancer and recently has stopped all treatment. I can't even begin to describe this woman's strength and courage as she faces her own death. Her love for God's comfort and peace is amazing. Reading her last final posts have certainly touched my life. The power of blogging. Truly inspiring.
Click <a href="http://janetpate.blogspot.com">here</a> to read her blog.
Take a moment to assess your situation in life. Smile and be thankful. I want to live my life with certainty and fullness as this amazing woman has.
Bless her and her family. Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-5833207465300599182011-07-27T14:40:00.000-07:002011-07-27T14:40:12.703-07:00Bossypants<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_HnxkicYvNZHZYdV_XkxPiY0wAyNQJFbZjMCYVRI2ruyOAbPAADtUX5EvLp892Z2yWScSkpvy_5THJg_XaF5O7LnSdk3h90rcr4KHYyrddM7eSMc6CXmf9hdCcqHZRDp_AKMHRXGli_Q/s1600/tinafey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_HnxkicYvNZHZYdV_XkxPiY0wAyNQJFbZjMCYVRI2ruyOAbPAADtUX5EvLp892Z2yWScSkpvy_5THJg_XaF5O7LnSdk3h90rcr4KHYyrddM7eSMc6CXmf9hdCcqHZRDp_AKMHRXGli_Q/s400/tinafey.jpg" /></a></div><br />
“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.<br />
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May she be beautiful but not damaged, for it’s the damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the beauty.<br />
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When the crystal meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half and stick with beer.<br />
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Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.<br />
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Lead her away from acting but not all the way to finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes and not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.<br />
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May she play the drums to the fiery rhythm of her own heart with the sinewy strength of her own arms, so she need not lie with drummers.<br />
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Grant her a rough patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a tiger flower blooming magenta for one day – and adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.<br />
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O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.<br />
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And when she one day turns on me and calls me a bitch in front of Hollister, give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, for I will not have that shit. I will not have it.<br />
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And should she choose to be a mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.<br />
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Amen.” <br />
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-Tina Fey<br />
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Get this <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bossypants-Tina-Fey/dp/0316056863">book</a>! Or download it to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bossypants-ebook/dp/B0047Y0FGY/ref=kinw_dp_ke?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2">Kindle</a>. :)Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-26447241251871695702011-07-25T14:44:00.000-07:002011-07-25T14:50:57.654-07:00Nike Training ClubMy daughter starts swimming lessons today and I usually run long at the gym. So in order to save on time (since I usually go over an hour at the gym) I did my work out at home. <br />
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I had heard about the Nike Training Club from a <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/msleamichele/status/60171765623689217">tweet</a> from Lea Michele, you know, the girl from Glee. (I LOVE LOVE LOVE Glee. Had to get that out of my system.) <br />
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I never thought that working out by myself, aside from mountain biking and running, was worth it. My true interest in using self work out videos started with Zuzana who is partners with Freddie of the online, one stop shop fitness <a href="http://www.bodyrock.tv/">site</a>. This women is intense and has the body to show for it. I started to get into this online movement but didn't like that I had to be stuck to my computer more than I wanted. The next best thing for me was to try the Nike Training Club app.<br />
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I downloaded the FREE app from iTunes which took a while. The app is pretty straight forward and you can be 'social' with your progress. That is not my main concern but it is handy. <br />
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I went straight to the work outs. There they were-- work outs planned for your fitness goal at any level. I selected my work out and then chose the music (already on my iPhone) that I wanted to play with it. During the routine, there were a few moves that I wasn't sure how I was supposed to do. I was able to stop the work out and watch a short instructional video that showed me the move. Not a bad gig. I didn't get cheated on my work out for the learning curve. <br />
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I didn't have hand weights which I desperately need! I usually just go to the gym and don't think to have any at home. So I opted for something else. <br />
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Yes, that is 20lbs. of cat litter. I had to use something for those lunges! I used two large cans of beans for triceps and the jump squats. Yeah, jump squats. Not my favorite thing to do. <br />
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I put my phone on the dock so I could jam out to Justin Timberlake's Future Sex Love Sounds -- THE perfect album to work out to. I cleared space in my kitchen and got to work. <br />
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Each move is prompted out loud by my trainer. She will periodically instruct me to keep my shoulders above my hands -- when I was doing the plank walks. She also helps to keep me on track with my time and then the occasional "dig deep" prompt on the lunges. She also reminded me to keep my chest up as I did my jump squats. I definetely like this app. <br />
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One thing that most people forget about is form. If you lose your form in your work out, then you're wasting your time. I am NOT perfect and my form does slack at times. I was super impressed that the trainer reminded me about form during each move during my work out. <br />
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I look forward to another work out with NTC. It's a good, effective alternative to working out if you can't make it to the gym.Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-20312564366905610422011-07-10T22:04:00.000-07:002011-07-10T22:04:46.026-07:00Delivery Room HumorIt's been over three years since I was in the delivery room. I had a dear friend visit me over the holidays. We reminisced about old times and I got to tell a funny story of my 'wants' in the delivery room while I waited. I had one requirement, laughter. I wanted to laugh all the way up to the big moment. <br />
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During a text conversation and an autospell correction (<a href="http://damnyouautocorrect.com/">check this site out when you've got time to kill</a>) I was reminded of my story. <br />
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<div style="text-align:center;"><b>*DAVE CHAPPELLE*<br />
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This photo is from a skit where he portrays Prince (the singer) while playing basketball. <br />
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I love this guy as a comedian! I can't tell you how many times I'd watch his show. I had tears most episodes. <br />
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There's too much to explain about my correlation with the autospell error and this picture but if you've seen this, you know why. <br />
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I can't tell you how many nurses would come in my room and take a second look at my tv. I had brought several seasons worth of Dave Chappelle's dvds with me. I was bound and determined to be laughing that day! <br />
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Dave making fun of Samuel L. Jackson and the beer Samuel Adams. Too funny. <br />
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It was fun to share my stories with my friend and remember how hilarious the day was when I had my daughter. No fear, no worries, just laughter.Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-67910221779137918442011-07-10T19:44:00.000-07:002011-07-10T20:25:35.016-07:00Sunday Funday?Sunday Funday once meant sipping fruity drinks by the pool, taking naps all day, trips to the lake, or watching back to back episodes of Sex and the City. Those days are long over and my norm of Sunday Funday is staying home with my three year old daughter.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitMOCZ4zQrm7uTFk54a2WIkJZOs1RmWZQhOhznE4QVxqgxiOcpzKJ2AboHmrLz2RL__UiOXY4JZoQ_FnPIXmh2Mhr-mo3qPFEIoBRMaw70ydznm_X7HOfsuDMo78ja3hXFA3HUo_2wDSk/s1600/261910_910928200627_20616150_41497088_8247799_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitMOCZ4zQrm7uTFk54a2WIkJZOs1RmWZQhOhznE4QVxqgxiOcpzKJ2AboHmrLz2RL__UiOXY4JZoQ_FnPIXmh2Mhr-mo3qPFEIoBRMaw70ydznm_X7HOfsuDMo78ja3hXFA3HUo_2wDSk/s400/261910_910928200627_20616150_41497088_8247799_n.jpg" border="0" alt="Franci"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627924670539606850" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br/><br />This is my beautiful baby. She isn't such a baby now.<br /></span<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My Sunday Funday:<br /><br />-Not getting into fights with F over which plate to use<br />-No obsessive crying<br />-No back talking<br />-A successful nap (for her)<br />-Only used three band aids (set a record today)<br />-Taking her bath and not crying excessively<br />-Several loads of laundry cleaned and folded<br />-Clean bathroom and kitchen (this makes my day!)<br />-And 8:00 pm came fast tonight!<br /><br /><br />It's pretty simple. I still get some peace and quiet when we have successful Sunday Funday's at the house. I wouldn't change a thing either. <br /><br />I spoke too soon...someone is losing it over brushing her teeth. :)Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-35920526003306428102010-01-24T17:12:00.000-08:002010-01-24T17:49:07.653-08:00Back to work...in the gym that is<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUeHYVZBxrq5qBJtQdL5gkq2ebrzjIsANhneiP7Sb5daNyGbuBT-bhgy4m6COwjYLNcE504RsfV_kqjg5aTugUbynEwywgkk2iarfJkRVeob5WYKXDKXR2S06F9XLfqT5WH4pdOn3M0g/s1600-h/body.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUeHYVZBxrq5qBJtQdL5gkq2ebrzjIsANhneiP7Sb5daNyGbuBT-bhgy4m6COwjYLNcE504RsfV_kqjg5aTugUbynEwywgkk2iarfJkRVeob5WYKXDKXR2S06F9XLfqT5WH4pdOn3M0g/s400/body.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430485839483652802" /></a><br />I just recently joined a gym in my hometown, called Fuel Fitness. It's a step in the direction for me to get healthy again. I have been lucky to not have too many problems with weight, but having overall health is so important. My daughter will grow up knowing that exercise should be a part of her daily life too. I also wanted to get back into lean shape to see if I could get my 'old' body back. <br /><br /><br />It's been nearly two years since my daughter was born. I was a healthy 135 lbs. I ran nearly everyday and worked out in a gym at the country club (when I lived in Fort Smith). I was a machine and I loved it! I watched what I ate and tried to eat healthy and say no to sweets and drinks. The day I went into the hospital to give birth to my daughter, I weighed in at a whopping 180 lbs! No joke people. I packed it on. I enjoyed every bite too! After I had Franci, I dropped 20 lbs. immediately. She was a healthy 8 lb. 7 0z. baby!! I struggled with eating lots of calories to keep my milk going. Didn't know that was important did you? I could have shed off all the weight but I was advised to keep eating to keep my calories for breastfeeding. So when all was said and done, I ended up weighing in at 145 lbs. I wasn't too satisfied with that.<br /><br />To share reality, I had gained a lot of my baby weight in my booty and thighs. The only trace of being pregnant I have are the stretch marks on my upper booty. It is hidden with a swim suit and they are light. I'm lucky. Oh and I almost forgot, I have NO boobs! I didn't have much to start with but I don't any now! I think I can owe the 'no boob' thing to working out. <br /><br />So here I am, back in the gym and the preliminary results are in. I weigh in at 128 lbs. with 20% body fat. I'm down to an ideal range of weight and I'm ready to start the transformation. I have a great trainer who shows me no mercy! He pushes me with each session. It's become a sick thing, but the more pain I feel the happier I am. As we all know, if you have pain in your muscles then you're doing something right. <br /><br />I'm trying to achieve a lean, cut body. I think I can thank my workouts for the loss of my boobs! That is another topic I'm sure I'll talk about soon enough. For now, I am pretty excited and dedicated to this new thing. I don't know if I'm going overboard, but I figure why not? <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIMC1bd1NjYwPYxJlrsMa3eguBxXmFuQXVIH_YqZ0B6AFnxA1ggpB8bCrpkExWRwsXEVysHfWdUVv1mTK2YdfXi_q9xhp0qRVWCyfWBGydOtyCn9fs6DT2fhGBrDnKuNYhv-IxcOCVuM/s1600-h/madonna1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHIMC1bd1NjYwPYxJlrsMa3eguBxXmFuQXVIH_YqZ0B6AFnxA1ggpB8bCrpkExWRwsXEVysHfWdUVv1mTK2YdfXi_q9xhp0qRVWCyfWBGydOtyCn9fs6DT2fhGBrDnKuNYhv-IxcOCVuM/s400/madonna1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="Madonna" /></a><br /><br />I have posted a few pics of what I hope to get to. I'm pretty realistic with some things and I know that I won't achieve these looks <em>exactly</em>. I will be posting pics of my 'before' body soon so keep on the look out.Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-13434975643155589772010-01-17T18:52:00.000-08:002010-01-17T19:10:20.430-08:00Hello Blog!So I took some time off everyone! Lots of changes going on in my life. So I'm feeling good and I'm ready to let you all have it! <br /><br />February 19, 2009<br />My daughter turned 1!!<br /><br />April 20, 2009<br />My beloved Granny (Ruth) passed away. I will always miss her. <br /><br />(I did go to Myrtle Beach this summer and had fun and stuff but what else can I say that you haven't already heard before)?<br /><br />November 21, 2009<br />I attended the Voyage 2009 event at the Fayetteville Town Center. My firm provides the audit for Circle of Life Hospice. A truly great place that helps end of life experience for the patient and the family. (RIP Granny)<br /><br />December 14, 2009<br />My divorce from my husband was final. <br /><br />December 17, 2009<br />I turned 27!! OMG! Time flies!<br /><br />December 31, 2009<br />What a new years! Time to celebrate a new beginning!!<br /><br />And this folks is the quick and dirty of my year. This highlights, the lowlights and the important key notable items. I hope I haven't forgotten something but I'm getting older! I can't keep it all in! I've got lots of things to share and will be posting as often as I can. I miss my virtual diary!Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-89871688482220276452009-09-28T19:40:00.000-07:002009-09-28T20:20:17.701-07:00They Start EarlySo Franci has been dying to type on my laptop! She is drawn to it like a moth to a light bulb. I really know that this is because Mommy is doing it. She is definitely at that stage. Geez. She has to have a purse, put on my shoes, wear my necklaces, put on her own clothes. I must admit how proud I am of her accomplishments but seriously; she's 1 1/2 years old!! Is it supposed to go <em>this</em> fast?!<br /><br />I decided to work with her interests on this one. I just happened to come across the cutest website called <a href="http://www.americangirl.com">American Girl</a>. I know that they have a magazine for girls but their webpage has a lot of fun things for girls to do. I also found a game for Franci and I to play together. It's so fun and she doesn't need to do much more than push one key. (That makes this game so easy for a little one to understand...it's all repetitive motions...right up her alley!)<br /><br /><br /><br />The game we play takes place at the pet grooming studio. She gets to choose a pet from a list and then proceed with interactive steps for grooming. Her face lights up each time! I love it!<br /><br /><br /><strong>Gotta Scrub Coconut</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVJ_ZkywXG4oX3lMri2l-iEjJx_vBcCku6o-TsQoMLef2R6vNkGk9YVJrpBHR3yIOPor11Cy9xy7x_nSK3fFhRjwvsfGm6UP-TTM8ArsHu44fjtQr4EstkNM1i30h3FAPjgRmKflTv5hA/s1600-h/Fullscreen+capture+9282009+94339+PM.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVJ_ZkywXG4oX3lMri2l-iEjJx_vBcCku6o-TsQoMLef2R6vNkGk9YVJrpBHR3yIOPor11Cy9xy7x_nSK3fFhRjwvsfGm6UP-TTM8ArsHu44fjtQr4EstkNM1i30h3FAPjgRmKflTv5hA/s320/Fullscreen+capture+9282009+94339+PM.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386719867729965890" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Have to Trim Those Nails</strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0fAZtie_-ByIW4tljV9mpbCD_0YWqrCoOHMEjoVXyPLgjVxLSrCpggAZLopsABYydipdXbUVFU_Rh9bA51pWRi9xMvHXVF5I0SYOSotjmeB2fNaXIFNOaRsXD0RSg_wOVxsfgJkzuwfQ/s1600-h/American+Girl++Pets+%E2%80%93+Pet-Grooming+Studio++Fun+for+Girls+-+Games,+activities,+quizzes+and+mor+-+Windows+Internet+Explorer+9282009+94516+PM.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0fAZtie_-ByIW4tljV9mpbCD_0YWqrCoOHMEjoVXyPLgjVxLSrCpggAZLopsABYydipdXbUVFU_Rh9bA51pWRi9xMvHXVF5I0SYOSotjmeB2fNaXIFNOaRsXD0RSg_wOVxsfgJkzuwfQ/s320/American+Girl++Pets+%E2%80%93+Pet-Grooming+Studio++Fun+for+Girls+-+Games,+activities,+quizzes+and+mor+-+Windows+Internet+Explorer+9282009+94516+PM.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386719549740516530" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>The End Results</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjnYxFqHp2w_IFzF8qC34rWRjD5UFHfGLlMRwnsGX87w6oYsAXYzfpqUFVnUwPPf3pLdg6AS7WA4-uMs2-WrDfnpNXsUPRkrS945DgmLyLZn_2sPRpoqF_pRuUqyUsjtAWCv1gm3j6O_k/s1600-h/Fullscreen+capture+9282009+94559+PM.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjnYxFqHp2w_IFzF8qC34rWRjD5UFHfGLlMRwnsGX87w6oYsAXYzfpqUFVnUwPPf3pLdg6AS7WA4-uMs2-WrDfnpNXsUPRkrS945DgmLyLZn_2sPRpoqF_pRuUqyUsjtAWCv1gm3j6O_k/s320/Fullscreen+capture+9282009+94559+PM.bmp" border="0" alt="clean coconut"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386717431088932386" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We both like this website and have been back several times! It's strange to think that this kind of online time is going to be such a part of her future. I can't imgaine what technology has in store.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiewcEMfABoLzcGLG3WJpDSypmcnKpKlWkeZk48w0Bj0WSmIMD7lmHv_HvMUXS8v0tiBtB-R6yuq4s0uoqWtkfGaQpgr5xbINGn_VdfLTzT2rgg8GrolcNeaSKjYhTkcEMTjG0Vg32Gu0/s1600-h/post+divider+image+copy.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 31px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiewcEMfABoLzcGLG3WJpDSypmcnKpKlWkeZk48w0Bj0WSmIMD7lmHv_HvMUXS8v0tiBtB-R6yuq4s0uoqWtkfGaQpgr5xbINGn_VdfLTzT2rgg8GrolcNeaSKjYhTkcEMTjG0Vg32Gu0/s400/post+divider+image+copy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386711324098840114" /></a>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-89456367681388495232009-09-24T10:08:00.000-07:002009-09-28T19:36:23.900-07:00My side dishMy church community group is having our first "get-to-know-you-better" outing. We're all meeting at a member's house for dinner tomorrow. Some of us have volunteered to bring side dishes and desserts. <br /><br />I don't cook much. My definition of cook is "No, I can't make lasagna from scratch" and "Yes, I need to have the recipe book open at all times". I can't just whip up an extravagant meal on a dime. I have to plan for those things! However, there are a few things I do well and bruschetta is one of them!<br /><br /><br /><IMG SRC="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUqqSRPVzZkBLwqheYBpIle2EwmFTRdIi57Ftqh4UHDkHe-9QdzJJsPY0p85QTCrcMZ-6lHRxC38gWz6jDyRm2TtMrLeQd64aQvSvRbuqodEwUA8knZCDvQ581B5g6QHF_xXnJAcxk4M/s200/tomatoes.jpg" ALT="picture of a garden tomatoes" ALIGN=RIGHT><br /><br /><strong><em>Fresh garden tomatoes</em></strong><br /><br />Now does this look so yummy or what?!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><IMG SRC="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qlcv7QfScCYhBY8n_5KPQ58rYjdOMkn0-1_fGftGbwvm13nNNCrKBpKpndAO-ngFi7ZkVQzcXMyvFFWKhv7mQjbLdEgY7y04bGWp5v7O6dFvOdtt2Orl-4xfMzw2Qqs_aEpPXOqBsTU/s320/basil_plant.jpg" ALT="basil" ALIGN=/LEFT><br /><br /><br /><em><strong>Fresh Basil</strong></em><br /><br /><br />Fresh basil is the best! While I was <a href="http://madeincantal.com/category/french-ingredients/">searching</a> for pictures of basil, I discovered that some cultures find this herb to be sacred. Who would have known? It's been said that basil can cure diseases and kill mosquitoes and demons living in the air. I'm not too sure about the demons, but I definitely can use it for those pesky mosquitoes! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><br /><em>Newman's Own salad dressing </em> </strong> <br /><br /><IMG SRC="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHIgu0_kxZx1T77yKra-kDbF0r6wbXT89ztG6I4Ep1i5LJ6H1TAoubNmD86IjoxtwRROU-pYyFDQm6Zpmgn1AE5zQy8HDfGZfdpgcAbvZLoVTyC51hyphenhyphengbMMXrSQc-QI2kudcOch-0Kfw/s320/Newman's+Own.jpg" ALT="picture of a Newman's Own Balsamic dressing" ALIGN=LEFT><br /><br /><br /><br /><IMG SRC="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bczMhUXWn1TtUBgGH8diU_PjyX0dgtDgQISqpD1kAc1d7cyfgRELhZCOMMfQl_w64TL3BRYEE1rDhGNE1ihh5D6EnANui0R2ZQbpuj12zjZ-V4G8obQxmkxoBlLsdbSw5BGkr5M15Ho/s200/olive+oil.jpg" ALT="picture of olive oil" ALIGN=RIGHT><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><strong> <P ALIGN=Right>Virgin olive oil</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><P ALIGN=left>Take several tomatoes and chop up, finely chop fresh basil, add Newman's Own Lite Balsamic salad dressing (it gives it an extra punch of flavor) or virgin olive oil to a bowl. Stir and serve!<br /><br /><br /><br /><em><strong> <P ALIGN=center>Bruschetta</strong></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoaYobLWvMQ76xJJzCoT_6rYthCSAY2NsRThXbScqc-AYwCNHu2-dolHHdq-k0JR7yxzuTv_tZrygZdhTBxaMlNlmoXPl85o87Kag26bKT3-rMGqRQ6UE82Y6O5HyRW_dGi2KGSDSH-Eg/s1600-h/bruschetta-med-tomater.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoaYobLWvMQ76xJJzCoT_6rYthCSAY2NsRThXbScqc-AYwCNHu2-dolHHdq-k0JR7yxzuTv_tZrygZdhTBxaMlNlmoXPl85o87Kag26bKT3-rMGqRQ6UE82Y6O5HyRW_dGi2KGSDSH-Eg/s320/bruschetta-med-tomater.jpg" border="0" alt="bruschetta"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385099415277989058" /></a><em></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><P ALIGN=left>I usually serve this with wheat bread or melba toast. It's such a light tasting snack and it doesn't fill you up for the main course. However, in my case, I tend to make this my meal!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiewcEMfABoLzcGLG3WJpDSypmcnKpKlWkeZk48w0Bj0WSmIMD7lmHv_HvMUXS8v0tiBtB-R6yuq4s0uoqWtkfGaQpgr5xbINGn_VdfLTzT2rgg8GrolcNeaSKjYhTkcEMTjG0Vg32Gu0/s1600-h/post+divider+image+copy.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 31px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiewcEMfABoLzcGLG3WJpDSypmcnKpKlWkeZk48w0Bj0WSmIMD7lmHv_HvMUXS8v0tiBtB-R6yuq4s0uoqWtkfGaQpgr5xbINGn_VdfLTzT2rgg8GrolcNeaSKjYhTkcEMTjG0Vg32Gu0/s400/post+divider+image+copy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386711324098840114" /></a>Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-48459947877699729772009-09-22T20:57:00.000-07:002009-09-22T22:12:39.353-07:00Acorns and WalnutsToday is officially Fall! I can't believe it. This year is going way too fast and I don't know how to handle this! My baby isn't such a baby anymore. She's 19 months old (as of the 19th). We bought our house in June and I still don't have everything in place. I hope it slows down these next few months. I need to catch up!
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<br />Last night brought very strange weather to our area. Thunderstorms and flash flooding like I've never seen! We <em>luckily</em> have an oak tree limb that hangs over the garage. All I heard last night was the ping of acorns dropping on the roof and then bouncing off my hubby's truck.
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<br />We must be blessed because in the backyard we have our very own walnut tree! Next to that is our metal shed. (Can you sense where I'm going with this)? It sounded like fireworks exploding each time a walnut would fall off!
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<br />All this rain has definitely put me into a coma. I don't know what it is about cloudy, rainy, chilly days. I just want to do nothing but snuggle up in a blanket and be still. No chores, no running errands, just pure solitude and relaxation; otherwise known to me as sleep.
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<br />We have been transitioning into Fall mode around here.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Mums</strong></div>
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I officially planted our first flowers at our house. I chose mums since they always remind me of Fall and my carefree days as a kid growing up.</\em></div>
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Chai Lattes</strong></div>
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I'm hooked.<em></div>
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Razorback Football</strong></div>
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Seeing this across the field is such a nostalgic feeling.<em></div>
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>GO HOGS!</strong></div>
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Little Bit's first of many game day apparel.</em></div>
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<br />Change is in the air and you can smell it! Time to take on another challenge or complete a project that I've been putting off.
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<br />Happy first day of Fall!Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-67467259967686790132009-07-29T06:54:00.000-07:002009-07-29T07:09:57.572-07:00Keep the ChangeI recently opened an account with Bank of America. They have wonderful promotions enticing you open a checking and savings accounts and they will GIVE you $25!!! If you're in the category of saving and not spending down you're balance then you could get up to $100!!<br /><br />They also have a program called Keep the Change. For those who haven't heard of this it's when you use your debit card. For example, you spend $27.74 and Bank of American will take $.26 from your checking and put it in your savings account. So when you reconcile your checking account, you will see that $28.00 was actually what was spent. I like this feature. It's a great way to keep you saving money. After all, we are in a recession right? Saving is at its all time high! I read an article that said that the next generation, i.e. my lovely daughter, will be very savvy with money. Oh the days of frivolous spending will be gone. But who really can predict the future?<br /><br />Now, the important thing here. Bank of America will MATCH your Keep the Change total! So if you didn't do the math, you will have $.52 put in your savings! How nice of Bank of America! Oh how things are blurry to the average person. I am included. I checked my savings account and didn't see the match from BOA. I know the answer now!<br /><br />You won't receive your match until you've had your account valid for 2 months. When you get this match, you will also be issued a 1099 for income earned! What does this mean? A 1099 is a miscellaneous income tax document, similar to your W-2, that is reported to the IRS. You aren't getting any freebies from BOA. In fact, you know that cool $25 you are going to get for just opening a checking and savings account? It too will be reported to the IRS. <br /><br />Just thought I would share this with you all. In some cases, this won't be a problem for most people. However, if you are trying to keep your income below the next tax bracket, or keep a grant or scholarship, keep this in mind.Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-74253196372897581342009-06-12T19:41:00.000-07:002009-06-12T20:23:25.889-07:00A Small VoiceIt is hard to make important decisions when someone else is at stake. Today was a difficult day for my hubby and I. Well, it was harder for me I suppose. Our daughter's last day at daycare was today. We are moving her out of this daycare where she's been for over a year now. It's a bittersweet end. I won't get into to the issues but I have learned something from this. I am my daughter's voice. <br /><br />It's quite eye-opening to me of the importance of my role and duty as 'Mama'. My daughter is almost 16 months now and I still feel like I haven't caught up with her. I'm still in awe at this amazing person and time has seriously flown by. She's still that little chubby cutie pie that couldn't sit up or roll over. I still remember getting up several times in the night and whether or not I should suck out the snot from her nose. For all those mom's out there, you all know how hard this was to do. <br /><br />Today's events have revealed to me that I am my daughter's voice. I bet if she would say a complete meaningful sentence she would say that she's proud of me and thank you. <br /><br />I love being her Mom. I look forward to her beautiful smile everyday and the accompanying twinkle in her eyes when she looks at me; our ritual tug of war over my jewelry each morning and the peek-a-boo games we play in between blow drying one section of my hair at a time. I can't help but laugh when I get to work and find dried oatmeal in my hair or on my shoulder. That little girl has tricks I tell you! I honestly think she does it for her own amusement. <br /><br />To all you amazing moms, aunts, uncles, grammies and grandpas, remember this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Don't let a single moment slip by!Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-63623976453943537572009-01-15T14:15:00.000-08:002009-09-28T19:37:48.031-07:00My SuitcaseMy suitcase is red, has a few scuffs on it and apparently isn't made for traveling too much. However, that is exactly what I've been doing the past 4 weeks!<br /><br />A short review:<br /><br />Over Christmas, my husband, daughter and I flew out to visit the in-laws in Las Vegas. We stayed there a week. <br /><br />When we got home, I didn't even unpack my stuff because I was going out of town to do an external audit at a bank in southeast Arkansas. <br /><br />New Year's-- HA!--- We went to bed around 9-ish. No fancy parties or even a toast to ring in the new year. We are parents so sleep is vital!!!!<br /><br />My audit was moved back a week but I still kept the suitcase packed. <br /><br />Now you're up to speed on the events over the holidays. I'm actually here in lovely Crossett, Arkansas. It's a small town with a large smell. The Georgia-Pacific Paper Mill is the heart to this town. I don't know all the things that go into processing pine trees but its pretty smelly out there. In the back of my mind, I wonder if I could get cancer from the water from my shower. I have refused to drink tap water here and I head over to Wal-Mart every other day to stock up on it. <br /><br />I took up spinning while I'm here. This town actually has a pretty ligit gym with classes! Tought by trained professionals mind you! Besides working, working out, and getting into trouble there's not much to do here. <br /><br />Tonight, my co-worker's and I are making a 1 1/2 hour drive south to Greenville, MS to eat at Doe's! THE Doe's. THE first Doe's. Some of you may ask, "What is Doe's?". It's a red meat-loving piece of heaven on earth. YES. I LOVE RED MEAT. It's a weakness. Then afterwards we're hitting a riverboat on the mighty Mississippi with high hopes and dollar signs in our eyes. <br /><br />I hope lady luck is on my side tonight!!Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-59638308389098708552008-12-17T13:00:00.000-08:002008-12-17T13:25:56.634-08:00Lock downThe Mosier's are officially on lock down, thanks to Franci Christina. Someone has learned the cause and effect of opening and closing doors. At first, it was our peek-a-boo game. She would close her bedroom door (or nearly close it) and then use her little hand to barely open it. She would then peek her head in the small opening and then I'd say it..."Peek-a-boo!". She absolutely loves this game! It is honestly just too precious for words. <br /><br />So now she has discovered how this applies to all things with a hinge. I'm talking about our kitchen cabinets. It's over folks. We have to lock up everything! There is no way in this world that she should be in them! I know the parent magazines say, "Keep chemicals off the bottom shelves up high..." but you know, I like having my dish soap stored under the sink. This works for me and always has been that way. <br /><br />This leads to how our morning started. My husband got down on the floor and started installing these kid-proof cabinet things. After one, he was breathing pretty hard. I was thinking what in the world have we gotten into? We're locking up our dwelling and officially baby-proofing. <br /><br />I must add that we did put those plastic electric outlet protectors in several months back. I swear that I watched Franci pick that thing out and put the plastic protector in her mouth! She is too smart for her own good. Thankfully, she has lost interest in them and has moved on to more important things like:<br /><br />-her bulb syringe (yea, we suck her runny nose with that thing and she ALWAYS seems to find it!)<br /><br />-her baby lotion bottle<br /><br />-the remote control<br /><br />-her Daddy's glasses (this bothers me because he willingly lets her chew on these!)<br /><br />-water bottles (we pack bottled water in her diaper bag and she loves to throw everything out and decides what looks good to chew on)<br /><br />Pretty exciting times are ahead. She starting using her legs this morning to push herself up! AHH! :DTheresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-82410261007378079422008-12-15T18:57:00.001-08:002008-12-15T19:12:42.506-08:00Little ThingsAll that really matters are the little things. Before I hit the sack tonight, I want to take a moment to list the most amazing little things.<br /><br />1. My husband warms up my car every morning.<br /><br />2. Downy softener AND Bounce dryer sheets (no, this is not a marketing plug for P&G)<br /><br />3. Sweet baby kisses <-- in Franci's case, slaps on my face but she means well :D<br /><br />4. A surprise DVR-ed "The Gucci Family" program (my hubby thought that I might like it and recorded it for me)<br /><br />5. Cookies-n-cream ice cream<br /><br />6. Folded laundry (I must mention that laundry is my favorite thing to do)<br /><br />7. Fuzzy blankets<br /><br />8. PJs<br /><br />9. My bed<br /><br />10. Fresh air<br /><br />I was really inspired to brag about my hubby. After suggesting how good ice cream sounded after dinner, he went out in this frigid cold weather and picked some up for me. I love you hun! Those little things will always stay with me.Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-14684911077024679872008-12-13T17:44:00.000-08:002009-09-28T19:39:03.427-07:00Christmas is almost here!I am so excited about this holiday season! I get to share it with my husband and daughter. Sounds a little simple, but its my first year (nearly 10 months) of being a mommy. I seriously can not believe how much my baby girl has grown! <br /><br />It's been such a blessed year thus far! I am looking forward to our first Christmas!Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-78927885244308730302008-11-30T16:30:00.000-08:002008-11-30T16:44:14.878-08:00Margarita!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. <br /><br />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 <a href="http://tmosier.blogspot.com/2008/11/fam.html">Saturday's</a> dinner. <br /><br />As I type this I find my inner voice reminding me of the dress I have to fit in next <a href="http://tmosier.blogspot.com/2008/10/bridesmaid.html">spring</a>! I'm in trouble....Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-66367986757201650872008-11-29T16:20:00.000-08:002008-11-29T16:43:22.691-08:00The FamI 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. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />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. :) <br /><br />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).<br /><br />Let's start:<br /><br />My Aunt: "Theresa, you look great. You have lost all the baby fat! It's time to have another one."<br /><br />Me: :Laughs:<br /><br />My Mom: :Laughs:<br /><br />Dad: :Laughs:<br /><br />Me: "Oh I don't know about that!" :Laughs:<br /><br />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:<br /><br />Everyone: :Laughs:<br /><br />Cheryl: "Miracles happen every day!"<br /><br />Me: :turns head away from view and puts head in hands:<br /><br />Mom: "It would be a miracle for me too!"<br /><br />Everyone: :Laughs:<br /><br />OMG!<br /><br />OMG!<br /><br />Me: "So how is Summer!?????" <-- Cheryl's daughter. I had to change this subject as soon as possible! <br /><br />Can you imagine? I mean? Come on! This is NOT table conversation! We're eating here! I could not believe it. <br /><br />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!Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-92191826361959129382008-11-12T18:57:00.000-08:002008-11-12T19:32:24.484-08:00Its time to get a move onI 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! <br /><br />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! <br /><br />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:<br /><br />My Playlist:<br /><br /><strong>Weights</strong><br />- Chop Me Up - Justin Timberlake & Timbaland<br />- Rock the Boat - Aaliyah<br />- Shy Boy - Jordin Sparks<br />- Piece of Me - Britney Spears<br /><br /><strong>Cardio</strong><br />- Hot & Cold - Katy Perry<br />- Disturbia - Rihanna<br />- 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!) <br />- The Way I Are - Timbaland <br /><br />Honestly, the entire Timbaland CD - Shock Value - is pretty amazing<br /><br />- 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!!!<br /><br /><strong>Cool Down</strong><br />- Electrical Storm - U2<br />- Somewhere Over the Rainbow - Israel Kamakawiwo'ole<br /><br /><br />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. <br /><br />I just can't see myself getting motivated to work my butt off to Coldplay or Norah Jones (which are a favorite of mine). <br /><br />Wish me luck and I'll keep you posted on the progress.Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-875827139640982082008-11-09T17:46:00.000-08:002008-11-09T19:52:35.983-08:00What a WeekendI 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. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />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. <br /><br />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.Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-25006808496139287132008-10-25T17:32:00.000-07:002008-10-25T18:01:23.324-07:00New RespectIt has been a while since I've made a post. Time to catch up on what has been going on. <br /><br />I just took a CPA exam on Monday. I've been preparing for this thing for months! I would normally not drag the studying out but you all know that I have an 8 month old. I felt pretty good leaving the testing facility after it was over. It took me the whole time allotted to complete the exam (4 hours). I wanted to be as thorough as possible. <br /><br />I have recently had some extreme dental work. We're talking gas and shots and all that jazz! I HATE dental visits!! I was well overdue but I have a beautiful smile to boot! Woo hoo! I still hate dental offices. <br /><br />My daughter was sick this week. She had a fever, a rash and some severe teething. I was able to get a look at her mouth today and saw three teeth coming through her top gum. Amazing! But all those little teeth cost me my sleep and sanity this week. <br /><br />To add to everything my husband is out of town - IN FLORIDA! He's on the east coast enjoying some warm weather and sunshine and I'm in Arkansas dealing with a cold front and rain! I was pretty peeved when he called me one night after he'd been drinking. I wished that I could have been the one drinking at the point. <br /><br />With the hectic week and shuffling mine and Franci's schedules I have found a new respect for single moms. I praise all you single moms out there! It is one hard job! I had absolutely ZERO help from any friends or family this week. I survived and made it to the weekend, but it was a difficult road.<br /><br />I can't imagine living life everyday on my own, taking care of a baby and working full time. It is hard. Period. <br /><br />My husband returns tomorrow. He's pretty excited about seeing us. I'm pretty excited about seeing him as well.Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-16151238073073988812008-10-15T18:26:00.000-07:002008-10-15T18:51:01.468-07:00The Walk-In ClinicI just got back from a visit from a walk-in clinic. It's not me who's sick (knock on wood). My husband has been sick for two weeks! The first sign of sickness, two weeks ago, he decides to sweat out his fever. He piled on layers of clothes and wrapped blankets around him and dealt with it. Like a man...is what I think silently. How strong is he? Geez. I would have been reaching for the NyQuil! <br /><br />See, two weeks ago, after the great sweat out, things were looking good until recently. Monday, before I left for the office, he's groaning and complaining and just being an all around bear. I know that he's acting like a complete jerk off because he doesn't feel good and order him to see a doctor. Frankly, I am not going to listen to his attitude about being sick if he doesn't do anything about it! <br /><br />That's the thing! I have told him to go to a doctor for days. He would say things like he felt strong and wanted to tough it out. Okay. That's cool too. I just don't want to hear him complain and take it out me or anyone else. So we go to this clinic (it's after 5 and we don't have much choice) and wait. And wait. And wait. For two hours! Pu-lease! I am hungry and irritated. Franci is ready to go to bed and that makes for a hefty handful to deal with. <br /><br />We get back into the little examination room and the cutest nurse walks in! She's like the kind of person who's every one's Mom. You know those type of people right?? Well I felt like she would handle this. She starts checking things out and stops. She looks at me and John and says that she can't even get a clear view of his eardrum to check for an infection. (Wanna know why?? It's so gross...!) He has a wall of ear wax in both ears blocking her view! Ew! What in the world?!! <br /><br />She offers to clean them out and I volunteered John immediately! Of course. Get that crap out. So she mixes her bottle of solution and proceeds to wash his ear out. John was turning red, holding his breath and slowly losing composure. This procedure was apparently sending him off the deep end. Poor guy. Ha. Try having a baby! (I honestly have not used this excuse on him...yet.) <br /><br />Needless to say, he walked away with a prescription and new found appreciation for ear wax maintenance. I, on the other hand, am moody, tired and need a shoulder rub! Seriously, it feels like I have two kids. One is 25 and the other is 8 months. It's amazing what you can find during a visit to a walk-in clinic.Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-66388280179793940912008-10-13T18:01:00.000-07:002008-10-13T18:25:58.068-07:00The BridesmaidI have a wedding to go to. Yay! My good friend Vanessa is finally marrying Tom Cruise!! Okay so obviously not <em>the</em> Tom Cruise but close enough. Really...you'd have to know her fiance in order to understand this. He is a living, breathing replica of Tom. Just about six inches shorter. <br /><br />I received the text message over the weekend, "Okay girls. Its time to get your dresses. Give your sizes to .....". Don't you just love mass text messaging?!<br /><br />So back to the issue at hand. Size? Really? Now? Ugh! I have been putting off actually getting measured let alone making that phone call. So I text back, "So can we alter these dresses if need be?" I had to ask. Vanessa has picked out a very unique dress and I have no idea if it can be altered and still maintain its original form. "Yes, its easier to alter up then down." Sweet relief! (There's no WAY in the world I'll need to alter down and if that happens someone PLEASE slap me!)<br /><br />Size you say? Why? I'm perfectly fine the way I am right? For those of you lovely ladies out there that haven't given birth, its hard to understand the psychological and physical issues brought on by weight gain, stretch marks, boob deflation and hip widening (and in my case ribcage widening). Yes, Franci hung out with my lungs. She just loved getting as close to my throat as possible during her nine months of residency.<br /><br />I unfortunately have to call and give my dress measurements soon. But hear me now! I declare war on this bridesmaid dress and we will see who comes out on top in March! (I have a feeling that she moved it from March to May. I'm terrible! I'm so confused though. She's having a catholic wedding and I think lent starts in March and that's why she moved to May.) <br /><br />I will keep periodic updates on my progress. Perhaps a picture montage in the future? (Oh, 10 pounds by March, May, March...10 pounds by spring.)Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4164210338614885615.post-55818110009586672822008-10-09T16:03:00.000-07:002008-10-09T16:41:03.070-07:00Thursday NOT Wednesday!!I cannot believe how slow this week is going! I am dreading tomorrow. It won't feel like Friday at all because all day today I was certain it was Wednesday. I have been drained mentally. I have a HUGE test coming up on the 20th. It covers everything one would want to know about a balance sheet. I will spare you and won't even go into it. <br /><br />I have to share that another reason I am so drained is because I have officially declared that I work with 'that guy'. Who exactly is <em>that guy</em> you ask? Well here it is. <em>TG</em>, as we will call him OR her (ha ha...put a twist on it didn't I?) drives me sooooo freakin' nuts!! Since I was forced to work with <em>TG</em> I have come to know the truth. This person is absolutely ridiculous! Not funny, not witty, doesn't add an ounce of insight or drive into my day whatsoever!<br /><br />When I heard <em>TG's</em> voice today at 4:30 pm I was like..um yeah..see ya. I left. I actually closed up shop and tip-toed out of my cube and beelined it to the backdoor!! I passed <em>TG's</em> Honda Passport on the way out of the parking lot and thought to myself how I will never look at those SUV's the same again. <br /><br />Things that <em>TG</em> does that drives me crazy:<br /><br />-says 'thum' when really means to say 'them'<---Seriously. I called <em>TG</em> out on this and no reasonable explanation came of it. Apparently this is a word used in the English language. I'm not that picky, but when you work with bank presidents and CEOs and CFOs regularly I feel that it is important to present yourself with tact, knowledge and manners. <br /><br />-Manners! <em>TG</em> interrupts every one's conversation. Not only has <br /><em>TG</em> done what you have done, but better! Way better! <br /><br />-Who is Michelle Barack? Well <em>TG</em> believes that this is the name of Barack Obama's wife. Actually, it's Obama Barack, according to <em>TG</em>. <br /><br />-If you go out and eat with <em>TG</em> be prepared to hear everything that they have eaten the whole time. I know more about this person's eating habits and allergies then I would ever want to know. How many times do I have to hear that they can't eat bacon!!! <br /><br />-<em>TG</em> is on the city leadership council. Scary. Very scary. <br /><br />Okay. I have aired my head out a bit. I suppose I am bias. I have been sitting on these feelings for a while. I personally can't handle idiots. It's very dis concerning that others actually look to <em>TG</em> for accounting advice. You know, give me some time to read every accounting rule (FASBs as us number crunchers call it) there ever was issued and then I can spit out a mouthful of information. See that's the thing, all the stuff coming out of <em>TG's</em> mouth is nothing but information. In no shape or form is there anything about applying that information. <em>TG's</em> a walking encyclopedia! Wow. I can Google it myself...and I do. :D<br /><br />I think you will get a laugh out of the nuances that <em>TG</em> brings so I will periodically add to the list in the future.<br /><br />Oh! Almost forgot. <em>TG</em> says "Gun shot!" to ride up in the front seat. <-- Oh my! Yes, gun shot. (Just in case your mind went blank, it's 'shot gun'.)Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02536864886645338273noreply@blogger.com3