Fresh Air

We have had nice weather for the past few days and today I finally let the kids out. 

This is more in line with my idea of exercise.

Why yes, that is the sweater I made for SP—thanks for asking. I will get proper pictures once I find buttons for it. 

Come home

And, before you ask, yes it's all true...

H/T: mommylife

Zippity doo da

My oh my what a wonderful day.

I finally got my camera. WOO-HOO. Time to try and figure it out...

Week 1

We are off and running. Well, I wasn't running but some of you may have been. This past week was decent. I was making better choices but not a completely clean week. Exercise was non-existent. The first day I did the treadmill but the second day I couldn't move my neck so the rest of the week I did nothing. Fortunately this is the stage where if you just change a little you will get at least some results (especially since last Tues. night I had pizza for dinner then went to DQ for a large DP and a waffle bowl turtle sundae). I had ZERO Dr. Pepper this week-a victory in itself!

Goals for next week: 1-Continue to clean up eating (NOT clean my plate when eating). I am not going to track calories or F/P/C grams but will eventually get to that. 2-Exercise at least 4 days for at least 30 minutes. 

First week weight loss:: 3.6 lbs

Others' updates:

Auntie Nee: - 3

Bonnie (Auntie Nee's coworker): -.5

Michelle: -4. Good job with your exercising! 

Jessica: -.5

Amy: 0. Not too shabby, considering it was your birthday. 

Miguelita: -1.5

And now for some sad news

Tug just came out of his 'office' and asked if I had checked espn.com today. Nope I said so I went to go look. OH NO, say it isn't so Favre! My Brett is retiring. This makes me so sad. I love Brett. Tug said maybe he will get a sportscaster gig but that isn't the Brett I love. I don't like Brett Favre the man. I didn't like Something About Mary cuz he was in it. I love Brett Favre the football player. I don't even like pro football, but I like me Brett. ::sniff, sniff::

In second sad news, I thought I would forgo lunch and just have some cookies Tug got last night. I am looking through the pantry, nothing. I go into his office figuring he has them for after lunch dessert. I look at his desk, he looks at me, I look at him, he says "they're gone." Now I am having a protein shake with strawberries and a banana instead. 

Sad news indeed. 

Oops, I just realized I forgot to put the actual protein powder in the shake.

Not on Channel 1

In could be cool news:

There might be a new magazine for kids coming out, kinda like a Catholic Highlights. Per Christine's blog, "In order to publish this magazine, the editors need to show their prospective publisher that there is a market for it. If you have been looking for a Catholic children's magazine, please visit St. Mary's messenger and fill in their form, stating that you would like to read the magazine. Filling in the form does not mean that you are obligated to subscribe when the magazine is printed. A PDF sample of the magazine is available on the website." So get your tails wagging and head over to the site to get this magazine printed. 

In what is taking so long news:

I am still working on that sweater for SP. It is almost finished. I am down to the last 6 rows of the final sleeve. Well that is the last of the knitting. I then have to sew the whole thing together. I am relatively certain that the pieces won't fit properly together.

In more what's taking so long news:

Remember that camera I won? I have yet to receive it. I emailed the seller asking for the tracking # on a Thurs. It took him until the following Mon. to respond saying that he would get it to me the following day. On Tues. he wrote that his misplaced the package and that it would go out the following day. He then gave me the tracking # and ups.com has it scheduled to arrive tomorrow. I've got a funny feeling about the whole thing. Mostly I just feel that the camera is in fact not going to be in "mint working condition" but I am going to open it outside in case it is a pipe bomb or contains ricin.

In undying devotional love news:

My absolute favorite, can't be replaced, love of all time sister-in-law under 30 is Erin. She claims to get no blog love while her sister gets it all SO I just wanted to put that out there. Besides, she is a quasi-celebrity. Well, actually she isn't BUT she works at the law firm where Obama met his wife AND where Miss USA (don't know the year) works AND I think she has seen a few bona fide celebs in Shy Town SO she is way awesome. Oh, and her husband wears big, white, pimp sunglasses. How much cooler could one person be? Not much I say. 

fyi-I have not drunk the Obama kool-aid

It's her birthday

And she'll cry if she wants to

Cry if she wants to

Cry if she wants to. 

You will cry too

When you turn 32.

So what if 32 isn't her real age? So what if she isn't crying? 

Happy Birthday Amy Caroline

the inspiration for me to (once again) try crocheting and take the plunge into knitting. I am SO glad I've had the chance to get to know you! Sorry to make you wait but come Thursday night we are going to party like it's 1999. Regal Theaters, watch out!! 

I cannot be trusted

I have a sister-in-law. Technically I have 3; however, there is but one who is a royal pain in my arse. I am not going to mention names, but she knows who she is. If you've read this blog for any length of time you probably know who she is too. As per usual she needed computer help today (she often needs computer help and will call me for it even though we live thousands of miles apart—I like feeling needed). She had previously signed up for sitemeter but it wasn't showing up on her blog and she didn't know why (fyi, I only have one sis-in-law with a blog). I was busy schooling the kids so:
R: Just give me your sitemeter password and I will look at it later.
H (for Her): Well, I tried it before but I don't know why it isn't there. I will just look again.
R: I can do it later but you have to look at sitemeter first. Just give me the password.
H: (I don't remember the actual asinine comment but it was just as silly) Oh look, the sky is blue.
R: OK George Costanza, if you don't want to give me your password you don't have to.
H: laugh, laugh, laugh
R: You are really holding out on me. I can't believe you won't give it to me. ::Huff::
Then she had the audacity to say
H: You can't be trusted.

I have babysat her kids numerous times. I am listed as the person to raise her kids if she dies. I have birthed her favorite nieces and nephew {the validity of those last 2 statements can and should be questioned}. And yet I can't be trusted with a simple silly sitemeter password. Whatever!
The story continues later in the afternoon when, like a beat dog, I call her and say if she has the time I can now walk her through the process. She goes to her computer, tries to log in and has an invalid password. Justice!