Working it!

I love my son.  He is adorable, loving, hilarious...but of course I'm biased.  I had a very normal pregnancy....and a very crazy, somewhat early delivery.  The one thing I curse about having my beloved son?  Pregnancy weight gain.  Ugh.

It's definitely not a secret that I was on Weight Watchers awhile back.  I lost 135 pounds and kept it off until I got pregnant with Dexter.  I went from a huge size to wearing a medium and sometimes a small.  It was a great feeling.  I could buy cute things off the clearance rack at Kohl's.  I could shop all the great sales that only ever had small sizes left.  I felt great. 

Right before I found out I was pregnant, I bought a ton of cute, new clothes from Ann Taylor, New York & Company, and Banana Republic (my favorite store), all for like 68347374% off.  Then, I found out I was pregnant.  I kept my pregnancy a secret until I reached my second trimester, and I couldn't really wear any of the clothes I bought because by the time that season rolled around, it would have been pretty obvious I was pregnant. 

Today, I was looking through some things and found this huge bag of clothing, with the tags still on, that I purchased and never was able to wear.  It was exciting to find new clothes (thank goodness for classic pieces!), but kind of depressing because I love what I bought and want to wear them.  The cream colored trousers with brown pinstripes alone are worth putting down that extra piece of pizza!

I went back to Weight Watchers a few weeks ago.  I've lost 17 pounds and counting.  I know to some people out there who look at me it's like, big deal.  To me, it is a big deal.  I know people look at me and judge me based on my weight.  I know there are people who won't even think any of my weight loss matters until I am back to where I was pre-baby.  Frankly, as much as words hurt (and fyi, I do hear what you say...perfect strangers and acquaintances alike) I can't let other people keep me from accomplishing my goal. 

Anyway, that's where I am.  I'm not perfect, but I deserve the chance to improve myself just like everyone else.  And, he was worth it!

Go tell Mrs. McGillicudy's Ear

I've learned something very interesting lately.  I am acquainted with an adult tattletale.  I am not kidding.  Someone who when they do not get their way, runs and tells on people.  Someone who, literally, delights in getting people in trouble by embellishing the truth.  Now, I didn't say "lying."  But.  You know.

Do you know how much this irritates and amuses me?!?!  I have this secret plot.  I kind of feel like Jim in The Office.  It's like I have my own personal Dwight Schrute.  I'm entirely geeked.  Pranks are the best.  It won't be as good as putting a stapler in Jello, but it will entertain me!

"In the wild, there is no health care. In the wild, health care is, "Ow, I hurt my leg. I can't run. A lion eats me and I'm dead." Well, I'm not dead. I'm the lion, you're dead."

As if I needed another reason....

I was reaffirmed today as to why I love the Internet. 

I have a *few* blogs I read rather regularly.  I don't usually comment, but they are a part of my day.  Some make me laugh, some I nod my head in complete understanding, some make me teary.  One of my favorite parts about reading these blogs is finding a new blog to read.  I was reading one said blog this morning and happened upon Cass Just Curious.  Can I tell you, this made my whole day!  If you have a spare moment and have never read this blog, please do.  I'm only a few posts in and I am already hooked! 

You don't have to agree. I'm just saddened.

Today I heard something that affected me greatly.  I want to know when marriage became a game?  When did a spouse become disposable?  When did being unfaithful become the norm? 

I am so lucky that my husband is my best friend.  We have a wonderful marriage and a beautiful son.  I would never give these things up.

Why do people cheat on their spouses just because they think something better is out there?  Why do they cheat and then blame their spouses for forcing them to cheat?  Why get married if you only mean, let's stay together until I get bored?

I know things happen and people get divoced.  I also think it's sad that there are so many people I am aquainted with that have given up.

I wish I could make a paper hat like Paris.

Seriously, how cool is she?  Anyone want to take some type of creative class with me?  Maybe jewelry making?  I hear they're cool!

6 Weird Things About Me

1.  I love the smell of chlorine.  I love swimming in a freshly chlorinated pool.  I guess it's reassuring to know it's been cleaned and doesn't just look clean.  I love an INDOOR freshly chlorinated pool even more.  As I sit here and type this, I wish I could smell a freshly chlorinated pool.

2.  I love office supplies.  I love them to the point of addiction.  It is not safe to let me enter Staples.  If I could, I would buy every neat office supply and have the largest home office in the world.  I'd quit my job and open up my own business of organizing offices.  Only offices.  I know, I have issues.

3.  I don't like my food to touch.  Ever.  Ever.  Seriously.  I cannot handle my food being mixed together.  Only like two things in the world will I mix.  I don't even mix my sesame chicken and my rice when we get Chinese food.  I don't like tastes combined.  I mean, pasta and its sauce, that's fine, but like pasta with it's sauce and my green beans touching it, that's it.  Barf.

4.  Continuing with my weird food things?  I eat things in a specific order.  I am not the kind of person that eats some of this, then some of that, then back to this.  No way.  If I make a roast, mashed potatoes, and a vegetable.  I eat the meat until I don't want anymore of it or finish my serving.  Then the potatoes.  Then the vegetable.  In that order.  If I get a hamburger and fries at a restaurant, it's the fries then the hamburger.  In that order.  It makes for an interesting situation when the server keeps coming to your table to see if your hamburger is done properly.  I think the Longhorn staff facepalm when they see us coming.

5.  I don't seem to get into popular tv shows until after they are either canceled or have been out for like 5 years.  Or I'll catch them in the last season.  I simply don't have the time to commit to watching a tv show every week.  I don't know why?  It always seems like the best shows are on too late for my tired self.  DVRing is always an option, but then I'd have to find the time to actually watch the shows.......so usually I get clued in way after they're on, and catch the reruns that are on at a more manageable time for me!

6.  My husband and I have codes for everything.  Seriously.  I don't think anybody could ever realize what we're talking about in person, on facebook, in email.  At first, it was silly.  Now it's sly.  I find it quite entertaining.  I love being able to have the freedom to speak my mind about things only he and I will understand without anyone else having a clue what's going on.  We are the hugest geeks in the world and I love it!

Good thing he's cute!

Seriously, I love this child to death.  He's been a little bit of a stinker lately.  It's not completely his fault.  He has been working on some teeth for ohh.....about 2 million years now.  Which is actually pretty amazing considering he won't be 1 until April 2. 

Anyway, the other day he was SCREAMING like a crazy man in pain.  I was feeling all sorry for him.  So what does he start doing?  Throwing his sippy cup.  I, of course, do the absolutely wrong thing the first time he throws it...instinctively laugh like crazy.  I have no clue why it made me laugh so hard.  It did.  What does he do?  He laughs like a hyena.  It was adorable.  The problem now?  He thinks it's funny to throw his sippy cup.  He did it at the sitter yesterday.  I was ashamed to admit it was all my fault  Truthfully....I didn't.  Oops!

Anyway, all it takes to make us smile?  His cute little face! 

And he will be 1 next Friday.  Hold me.