Speaking of music (see previous post), do you ever come across one of those songs that just make you feel young again? We have a radio station here that plays a lot of 80’s music, and I love listening to it. It gets me going. It picks me up when I am dragging, and it just makes me feel good. Of course, as for most girls, my teenage years were not always the best days, but I only remember the good times that go along with those songs, and never any of the other hurtful crap.
A few days ago I heard “Jungle Love” by the Steve Miller Band. Just hearing the beat put a smile on my face. I really wished that Mark and I had gone to the same High School together and could share some of those memories. The Steve Miller Band always makes me think of a wonderful friend I had named Steve Morris. He was a blast. I rode in his car many a time listening to Steve Miller, singing at the top of my melodious lungs, drinking God only know what. We would drive “the shuffle.” It was these country roads on the far north part of town. I don’t know why, but there were never police out there. There were a few places where you could pull over and congregate with other car loads of people. And that was the typical weekend night in T-town. I wonder where Steve is now and what he is doing… Steve! Get on Facebook! Ha Ha!
I also loved David Allen Coe. I actually bought one of his CDs right before New Year’s last year. I listened to it while I made Jell-O shots for the party we went to. It is just crazy how music can make you feel. It can give you energy, pump you up. It can bring you down (I try not to listen to those songs) and make you cry. Music is great therepy.
Gotta go, Ugly Betty is about to come on TV! Ha Ha!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Love me some Jimmy Buffett
I have been in bed since yesterday about 1:00. I woke up last night for a few hours, but stayed in bed and watched TV. Today, I slept, literally all day, till 5:15 when Mark called to see where all the kids were. At that point I thought I better check my email to see if I need to reply to anyone… ugh!
I did have an email from my sister with a song attached http://www.playlist.com/playlist/additem/1314453 she knows what a HUGE fan of Jimmy Buffett I am, and of course, I loved this new song. It is about a driver on I-95, but could apply to so many other situations and/or scenarios, that at least for today, it is my new favorite song.
I have so many good memories with Jimmy. He was there when I had Michael, he was there so many nights with a car full of friends driving the “shuffle” in Texarkana. He has been so great at so many really fun concerts. Mark even went to one with me, Christy and Nicky several years ago. We had a blast! It is none too often that you see Mr. Pittard let his hair down and have fun. He smiled and wore a balloon hat – the whole 9 yards. He did it for me, but he did it none the less.
I did have an email from my sister with a song attached http://www.playlist.com/playlist/additem/1314453 she knows what a HUGE fan of Jimmy Buffett I am, and of course, I loved this new song. It is about a driver on I-95, but could apply to so many other situations and/or scenarios, that at least for today, it is my new favorite song.
I have so many good memories with Jimmy. He was there when I had Michael, he was there so many nights with a car full of friends driving the “shuffle” in Texarkana. He has been so great at so many really fun concerts. Mark even went to one with me, Christy and Nicky several years ago. We had a blast! It is none too often that you see Mr. Pittard let his hair down and have fun. He smiled and wore a balloon hat – the whole 9 yards. He did it for me, but he did it none the less.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Never
At some point in my life I had a friend and we used to talk about “nevers.” We would see, hear, and even do things, and it would occur to us that one should never really do those things. I think her name was Ashley and we were good friends from around my senior year in high school till about the time I went to Tech.
I recalled this today as I waited at Wally World for an hour and a half for my Rx this morning. I had a BAD night last night and went on back to the Dr today… still don’t know what it is, but it’s not mono. Anywho, when you live in a small area that has one WW to serve a diverse group of people, diverse on every level, one might see a list of “nevers” while waiting an hour and a half, just as I did today.
Never should a woman over 50 (and I am being nice, she looked closer to 65) wear her hair in pig-tails with purple bows. This person looked like Ellie May with grey hair, ringlets and all. To additionally offend the fashion police, she was wearing a purple t-shirt and bell bottom jeans with huge purple embroider flowers on the legs. Ok, I am a bitch. A sick bitch at that, but ladies, dress your age! Please! When in doubt, call me. I am nearly 38 years old and a mother of three, but I know that my days in a bikini are over! Even WHEN I have my rockin’ bod back, I will not be wearing a bikini in public…now if Mark will ever build me a pool here at the house, all bets are off… but I am talking about in public.
Ok, nuff said.
Never should a person wear a work shirt with their name on it, like “Kellie” and their employer on it, like “Lake Dallas ISD” and be purchasing a six pack of Coors Light at 12 noon on a Wednesday. This one just leaves me in awww! I know that many workers have to wear uniforms, and it doesn’t bother me to see a whole slew of them at happy hour drinking it up. It actually helps, because if I have too much to drink I don’t have to clutter my mind with their names, I can just read their shirt. It is helpful. However, we are in the WW, at noon, and by all appearances, you work for the local ISD and you have stopped in for a liquid lunch. Does anyone else have an issue with this? Am I just a prude? Or is this a bad judgment call?
I may be bothered by this because of the background in a sorority. We were never supposed to drink in our letters – that means t-shirt, necklace, etc. Take it off, tuck it in, turn it around, but don’t drink in your letters.
I recalled this today as I waited at Wally World for an hour and a half for my Rx this morning. I had a BAD night last night and went on back to the Dr today… still don’t know what it is, but it’s not mono. Anywho, when you live in a small area that has one WW to serve a diverse group of people, diverse on every level, one might see a list of “nevers” while waiting an hour and a half, just as I did today.
Never should a woman over 50 (and I am being nice, she looked closer to 65) wear her hair in pig-tails with purple bows. This person looked like Ellie May with grey hair, ringlets and all. To additionally offend the fashion police, she was wearing a purple t-shirt and bell bottom jeans with huge purple embroider flowers on the legs. Ok, I am a bitch. A sick bitch at that, but ladies, dress your age! Please! When in doubt, call me. I am nearly 38 years old and a mother of three, but I know that my days in a bikini are over! Even WHEN I have my rockin’ bod back, I will not be wearing a bikini in public…now if Mark will ever build me a pool here at the house, all bets are off… but I am talking about in public.
Ok, nuff said.
Never should a person wear a work shirt with their name on it, like “Kellie” and their employer on it, like “Lake Dallas ISD” and be purchasing a six pack of Coors Light at 12 noon on a Wednesday. This one just leaves me in awww! I know that many workers have to wear uniforms, and it doesn’t bother me to see a whole slew of them at happy hour drinking it up. It actually helps, because if I have too much to drink I don’t have to clutter my mind with their names, I can just read their shirt. It is helpful. However, we are in the WW, at noon, and by all appearances, you work for the local ISD and you have stopped in for a liquid lunch. Does anyone else have an issue with this? Am I just a prude? Or is this a bad judgment call?
I may be bothered by this because of the background in a sorority. We were never supposed to drink in our letters – that means t-shirt, necklace, etc. Take it off, tuck it in, turn it around, but don’t drink in your letters.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
My Day
This is how my day played out… I woke up this morning at 7:21. No one else was up. We have to leave for school at 8:00. Mark jumped up, Michael woke Mavrick up, Major woke up and we started rolling. Breakfast, lunches made, everyone dressed and out the door. I felt like hell, but decided that if I was taking the kids to school then I would go to the gym. So, I get the kids to school on time, and we get over to the gym, and as I drive into the parking lot I start coughing. I cough until I am throwing up. I luckily had a bag that I could spill my guts in. So I do that until I pee my pants! Nice, real nice! So, I decided to opt out of the gym, and drive home.
I am still felling so nasty. It feels like I have a golf ball stuck in my throat with little knives sticking me. I called my real Dr and go in on Thursday – that was his first available appointment. By the time I go get the boys at school, around 3:00 I really could just fall asleep sitting up. So, nights like tonight, when Mark is still not home and it is 10:55 pm, I find myself wonding, and amazed, at how single moms do it.
On a positive note, I did get our taxes done today. Boy! That was taxing! It pretty much too me all day, but I feel good about it. I took it to HR Block week before last and didn’t think they got me as much back as I thought I should, so Mark went and got our stuff back and I re-did them. There were two big things that I think he missed, that made a significant difference in our return. Woo Hoo! Yea me!
I am still felling so nasty. It feels like I have a golf ball stuck in my throat with little knives sticking me. I called my real Dr and go in on Thursday – that was his first available appointment. By the time I go get the boys at school, around 3:00 I really could just fall asleep sitting up. So, nights like tonight, when Mark is still not home and it is 10:55 pm, I find myself wonding, and amazed, at how single moms do it.
On a positive note, I did get our taxes done today. Boy! That was taxing! It pretty much too me all day, but I feel good about it. I took it to HR Block week before last and didn’t think they got me as much back as I thought I should, so Mark went and got our stuff back and I re-did them. There were two big things that I think he missed, that made a significant difference in our return. Woo Hoo! Yea me!
Sweet Valentines
My Valentine’s day this year was so sweet. We woke up in a rush, and had an early basketball game with Michael. His team went 7-0 for the season, and Michael scored in the game also! Then it was back by the house for Mav to change clothes and off to his basketball game. Then back home and it was time for Major’s nap.
Michael and Mavrick asked me out on a date for the evening. So, after Major and I woke up from our nap, I took a shower and got dressed for my date. The boys and I went to Chili’s then we went to see “Paul Blart: Mall Cop.” It was funny, and has a great sound track.
I have got the sweetest little boys. They were so used to the routine that we had as a family, and I know that their world has been turned upside down as much as mine has in the last year. They are doing amazing. They adore Major and are so much help with him.
All day Sunday, all I could think about was how blessed I am. I live with three precious little boys, and one amazing grown man, who all think I hung the moon. My life is good!
Michael and Mavrick asked me out on a date for the evening. So, after Major and I woke up from our nap, I took a shower and got dressed for my date. The boys and I went to Chili’s then we went to see “Paul Blart: Mall Cop.” It was funny, and has a great sound track.
I have got the sweetest little boys. They were so used to the routine that we had as a family, and I know that their world has been turned upside down as much as mine has in the last year. They are doing amazing. They adore Major and are so much help with him.
All day Sunday, all I could think about was how blessed I am. I live with three precious little boys, and one amazing grown man, who all think I hung the moon. My life is good!
Monday, February 16, 2009
The Bachelor
Do you watch the Bachelor? I have the last few seasons, and I have come to the conclusion that I would not be a good match maker. I judge people on the way they look. I could totally have made up my mind about someone before they even look me in the eye or open their mouth.
I realize, this is only one of my many character flaws. And I will be the first to admit, I have been burned by this habit numerous times. Anyway, where I was going with this is, tonight on the Bachelor, Jason had to choose between Jillian, Molly and Melissa. Mark came in as they were lined up for the rose ceremony and announced that Jillian was the cheerleader, Molly was barefoot and pregnant and Melissa was the party girl. Now, to me, I don’t think any of those were right. But it was funny to see him judge others on their appearance only.
By the way, I am rooting for Melissa, my Dallas home-girl, because that’s how I roll.
I realize, this is only one of my many character flaws. And I will be the first to admit, I have been burned by this habit numerous times. Anyway, where I was going with this is, tonight on the Bachelor, Jason had to choose between Jillian, Molly and Melissa. Mark came in as they were lined up for the rose ceremony and announced that Jillian was the cheerleader, Molly was barefoot and pregnant and Melissa was the party girl. Now, to me, I don’t think any of those were right. But it was funny to see him judge others on their appearance only.
By the way, I am rooting for Melissa, my Dallas home-girl, because that’s how I roll.
Facebook! I love it. Really do. I like getting on there to see who is doing what. I love finding old friends that I haven’t talked to in 20 years. I like looking at their photos and passing my own judgment on their lives. I like to look at their flair. I like sending out the occasional friend request that I myself would never accept. I like updating my status according to my attitude and mood. I like searching for people from my past who never show up, never show up, never show up, then one day they are there. I like stumbling on to someone from my past who just happens to be friends with someone I am friends with. And I like the way Mark refuses to set up an account.
Now, I have even started facebooking from my cell phone! Out of control, I tell you! It is so fun! I am totally addicted.
Now, I have even started facebooking from my cell phone! Out of control, I tell you! It is so fun! I am totally addicted.
Weight Update for 2/16
Yes, it is Monday and I am actually updating my weight blog on MONDAY! That in and of itself is something to be proud of……no change. Last week I only went to the gym one day and then fell sick on Tuesday, and still haven’t kicked it. I saw the Dr on Friday and I don’t have strep or the flu. What I do have is still unknown, other than this deep, smoker’s voice and hacking cough. I swear, I have never been so done with coughing till my chest hurts and/or till I pee myself!
I did go to the gym this morning! Woo Hoo! It is good to be me!
I did go to the gym this morning! Woo Hoo! It is good to be me!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Negative Self Talk
I got up this morning and took the boys to school and then hit the gym. While on the treadmill I read an article in the March Shape Magazine. It was about the lady that they are following this year on her weight loss journey, and her negative self talk. I am really bad about talking to myself really bad. I would never talk to anyone the way I talk to myself. I am the most critical person, and 5 times worse when It comes to myself.
So, the lady in the article went and talked to her “Life Coach” about it, and the coach wanted her to name this ugly, trash talkin’ part of her in order to realize that she is not her friend. She named her “Cindy.” Then the Life Coach had her write down the negative comments that Cindy would make. This lady said that she had no idea how bad she talked to herself, and in just one month of doing this exercise she has made huge strides in the way she talks and treats herself.
After a course of events, I found myself laying on the shower floor about noon, probably coming down with the flu. As I lay there letting the hot water pound my body, I realized that I talk bad to myself so often that I don’t even realize that I do it anymore. So I named her. She is “LaDonna” and she is a beotch. I have told her numerous times this afternoon to shut up. I am so glad that I came across that article. I think I am going to enjoy this.
So, the lady in the article went and talked to her “Life Coach” about it, and the coach wanted her to name this ugly, trash talkin’ part of her in order to realize that she is not her friend. She named her “Cindy.” Then the Life Coach had her write down the negative comments that Cindy would make. This lady said that she had no idea how bad she talked to herself, and in just one month of doing this exercise she has made huge strides in the way she talks and treats herself.
After a course of events, I found myself laying on the shower floor about noon, probably coming down with the flu. As I lay there letting the hot water pound my body, I realized that I talk bad to myself so often that I don’t even realize that I do it anymore. So I named her. She is “LaDonna” and she is a beotch. I have told her numerous times this afternoon to shut up. I am so glad that I came across that article. I think I am going to enjoy this.
Weight Update for 2/9
This week’s weight update is basically uneventful. I have lost a total of three pounds! I only got to go to the gym twice last week. I really enjoy the gym, and can’t wait till the one in Denton opens. It will be closer, and hopefully easier to get to more often. So, yea! Three pounds down and 37 to go! Woo Hoo!
Friday, February 6, 2009
The Girl Ain't Right
If you have read previous entries, you will know that I am just a little crazy right now. Well, probably a bit always, but more so right not. I got up Monday morning and knew right away I had PMS. It was like my head was about to explode because all the stuff in it was TOO big – literally and figuratively. The entire week I have felt out of sorts and just not comfortable in my own body. It truly is a strange and unpleasant experience.
Obviously, I think I have not been RIGHT in some time. Mark thinks it is probably my thyroid. I feel like neither one of my Drs really listen to me like I need them to in regard to this subject. A girlfriend in the hood told me about a nurse practitioner, Mary, that she went to when she was in the same situation a little over a year ago. I had thought about going to Mary for a while now, but really decided to go when my OBGYN told me I would be a candidate for a hysterectomy. Mark wants to make sure that I don’t have major surgery and think I will be back to good, and then not be.
I saw Mary Wednesday morning. She thinks Mark might be right. She asked me all these questions and my answer was “yes” to all but one. She wanted me to do a fasting blood draw, which I did Thursday, so hopefully I will hear something early next week.
I also had an appointment with my OBGYN yesterday, to see what my uterus is doing. Well, it is no longer heart shaped, like it should be. I have tiny fibroids all over the place, the size of a thumb nail. And the lady doing the sono asked “how many kids have you had.” I told her three, but wanted to know if it looked like 12! LOL! The Dr. was talking to me about eblazion (?), then asked what size my uterus was. The sono lady said “9”, and the Dr went back to talking about a hysterectomy again. LOL! Of course, I am all over the place wondering what size a normal uterus is???
I really think I think too much! LOL!
If you have read previous entries, you will know that I am just a little crazy right now. Well, probably a bit always, but more so right not. I got up Monday morning and knew right away I had PMS. It was like my head was about to explode because all the stuff in it was TOO big – literally and figuratively. The entire week I have felt out of sorts and just not comfortable in my own body. It truly is a strange and unpleasant experience.
Obviously, I think I have not been RIGHT in some time. Mark thinks it is probably my thyroid. I feel like neither one of my Drs really listen to me like I need them to in regard to this subject. A girlfriend in the hood told me about a nurse practitioner, Mary, that she went to when she was in the same situation a little over a year ago. I had thought about going to Mary for a while now, but really decided to go when my OBGYN told me I would be a candidate for a hysterectomy. Mark wants to make sure that I don’t have major surgery and think I will be back to good, and then not be.
I saw Mary Wednesday morning. She thinks Mark might be right. She asked me all these questions and my answer was “yes” to all but one. She wanted me to do a fasting blood draw, which I did Thursday, so hopefully I will hear something early next week.
I also had an appointment with my OBGYN yesterday, to see what my uterus is doing. Well, it is no longer heart shaped, like it should be. I have tiny fibroids all over the place, the size of a thumb nail. And the lady doing the sono asked “how many kids have you had.” I told her three, but wanted to know if it looked like 12! LOL! The Dr. was talking to me about eblazion (?), then asked what size my uterus was. The sono lady said “9”, and the Dr went back to talking about a hysterectomy again. LOL! Of course, I am all over the place wondering what size a normal uterus is???
I really think I think too much! LOL!
Major Update
What is happening with my boys this week you may be asking. Well, lets see…
Major has had a runny nose since the last time I took him to the Dr. But this week he woke up with real crusty eyes on Wednesday, and was obviously not feeling worth a darn. I took him to the Dr to find out that he has yet ANOTHER double ear infection. Poor baby! He has been sleeping with me and Mark all week, (which is wearing me out) and will wake up a few times each.
Major has had a runny nose since the last time I took him to the Dr. But this week he woke up with real crusty eyes on Wednesday, and was obviously not feeling worth a darn. I took him to the Dr to find out that he has yet ANOTHER double ear infection. Poor baby! He has been sleeping with me and Mark all week, (which is wearing me out) and will wake up a few times each.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
More Foolishness (read the prior entry 1st)
Have I mentioned that I love the show The Bachelor? I do. I got hooked on the season that the guy from Texas didn’t choose anyone and DeAnna got her heart broke. Then she broke Jason’s heart the next season. Now Jason is The Bachelor. I don’t always get to watch the whole thing, but I record it and watch it when I can.
Anyway, where I am going with this is, the whole affair thing was Monday night and Tuesday was the phone call, then Tuesday night I had this dream that he was the bachelor and I was one of the girls who was trying to get him to fall in love with me. So I was still fighting for his love.
I was glad when I woke up Wednesday morning and knew that I had a Dr. appointment and we were discussing hormones.
Anyway, where I am going with this is, the whole affair thing was Monday night and Tuesday was the phone call, then Tuesday night I had this dream that he was the bachelor and I was one of the girls who was trying to get him to fall in love with me. So I was still fighting for his love.
I was glad when I woke up Wednesday morning and knew that I had a Dr. appointment and we were discussing hormones.
Outside Influences
Ok, I have admitted to my Facebook addiction. My name is Michelle, and I am addicted to Facebook. Well, last week, one of my “friends” changed his marital status from married to “it’s complicated.” My responded “what the hell?” He and his wife had a baby on the same day Major was born, a little girl.
On Monday, Kelly the neighbor called and told me that our friend, N, was splitting from his wife, because he had been screwing M for the last three years. My heart just broke. How sad! I mean, I had suspicions, but to have them confirmed. It was sad.
Of course, I internalized this new development and made it my own. Around 5:00 Mark called and said he had to work late (you already know where I am going with this don’t you.) Then around 8:00, Mavrick called him and got his voicemail. He had come home late a few weeks ago and I remember thinking, “Gee, that is good cologne, it has lasted all day.” He comes home late ALL the time. We have been together for 17 years… that’s a pretty log time, he could be bored. He never seems to initiate sex (TMI, sorry!). I have gained so much weight. I am less than confident. Who could find this sexy, especially after 17 years? I could go on and on, and in my mind, I did. He got home about 1:30 in the morning. I woke up around 3:30 with the baby, and was so depressed I cried myself back to sleep.
Ok, I know I’m stupid. First of all, Mark really loves me, and I know he does, but I had just let myself get in this really bad place. Secondly, His first wife cheated on him, and he knows how awful it is to be hurt like that. And third, he knows that I would take his kids so far away from him that it would be years before he saw them again. That would hurt him the worst, and I would want him to hurt. Finally, Mark’s just not the cheating kind.
How many wives have said all of the above only to find out that their husband has been screwing around? Let me tell you! My marriage was under attack that day because of someone else’s foolishness. Anyway, I called him the next morning and asked him if he was having an affair. He said no. And I said ok.
On Monday, Kelly the neighbor called and told me that our friend, N, was splitting from his wife, because he had been screwing M for the last three years. My heart just broke. How sad! I mean, I had suspicions, but to have them confirmed. It was sad.
Of course, I internalized this new development and made it my own. Around 5:00 Mark called and said he had to work late (you already know where I am going with this don’t you.) Then around 8:00, Mavrick called him and got his voicemail. He had come home late a few weeks ago and I remember thinking, “Gee, that is good cologne, it has lasted all day.” He comes home late ALL the time. We have been together for 17 years… that’s a pretty log time, he could be bored. He never seems to initiate sex (TMI, sorry!). I have gained so much weight. I am less than confident. Who could find this sexy, especially after 17 years? I could go on and on, and in my mind, I did. He got home about 1:30 in the morning. I woke up around 3:30 with the baby, and was so depressed I cried myself back to sleep.
Ok, I know I’m stupid. First of all, Mark really loves me, and I know he does, but I had just let myself get in this really bad place. Secondly, His first wife cheated on him, and he knows how awful it is to be hurt like that. And third, he knows that I would take his kids so far away from him that it would be years before he saw them again. That would hurt him the worst, and I would want him to hurt. Finally, Mark’s just not the cheating kind.
How many wives have said all of the above only to find out that their husband has been screwing around? Let me tell you! My marriage was under attack that day because of someone else’s foolishness. Anyway, I called him the next morning and asked him if he was having an affair. He said no. And I said ok.
Weight Update for 2/2
Well, this is my Monday weight update. No lbs lost. Frustrated? Yes! I went to the gym three times last week, and really ate better overall. I think I blew it on Saturday and Sunday. We went to the farm on Saturday after our basketball games and Christy had brought some cookies. I ate several. Then on Sunday, C&B had a Super Bowl party at their house. I blew it.
Maybe I just have no self control. I mean really. Can you be born without it? I can’t think of any other areas of my life that I have absolutely no self control in, but several that I could. Maybe I am just supposed to be fat . You can be healthy and overweight. Can’t you?
This week has been just a blow to the whole exercise routine. I went Monday morning, Tuesday Major was sick, today I had a Dr. appointment, tomorrow I have another. Hopefully, I can make 8:30 yoga on Friday!
Maybe I just have no self control. I mean really. Can you be born without it? I can’t think of any other areas of my life that I have absolutely no self control in, but several that I could. Maybe I am just supposed to be fat . You can be healthy and overweight. Can’t you?
This week has been just a blow to the whole exercise routine. I went Monday morning, Tuesday Major was sick, today I had a Dr. appointment, tomorrow I have another. Hopefully, I can make 8:30 yoga on Friday!
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