Friday, September 28, 2012

Now that just doesn't make sense

Que my inner voice saying "well honey, life just doesn't make sense". Yeah, yeah...I know.

But there are some things out there that truly baffle me. The one that's been on my mind the most lately is my office building's choice of remodeling the second floor smoking deck. Not that I smoke, I just pass it frequently when going to the ATM or crossing the skybridge to go into the shops or what have you. Don't get me wrong, so far it looks really nice. They're trying to do this whole put plants EVERYWHERE thing. we have several new indoor planters and the smoking deck is now covered in greenery...even trees.

Wait. Pause. Rewind.....Yeah, you read that right, trees...on the second floor, as in above street level. Here, see for yourself.
Those windows you see, those are in the parking garage. Oh, and you see the car driving on the street underneath it all?

Who in their right mind puts trees, in the fall, above ground and above a parking garage. Trees grow roots people! Roots that can destroy the foundation of homes! You think those trees are going to be able to last long up there? I guess they'll probably remodel again before it gets to that point, they have the money to, it just doesn't make sense to me. I get it, you want greenery, cool. Add some plants, shrubs, whatever, but trees?!

In other news, H's Culture Day parade and party are today and I can't be there. I'm hella bummed about it too. :(

Saw an increase on the scale this week. Haven't been working out since my tailbone injury and had a couple of bad terrible meals.Tried doing the shred again a couple of days ago thinking that I was up to it...ha, yeah right. So I'm letting my tailbone rest until the 1st when I'm joining the 30 days of being jillian's biotch challenge with fit camp! It just sucks that I have to start the shred over again.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Not a morning person

We've all seen them, those people that wake up and are just instantly up. The ones that are happy and chipper and quite frankly annoying at 5 AM...yeah, I'm not one of them. I love my coffee dearly. I need it to survive. If you want this brain to function, you better have a cup of joe in that hand of yours.

This morning was no exception. I woke up late, which meant no time to make coffee, no time to stop for coffee, no coffee until I got into the office. Well hell. *Insert the beginning of a decaffeinated, shitty mood*. I go about getting ready and here comes an unexpected turn of events. Apparently my at home hair brush got lonely and decided to go visit my at work hair brush for a sleep over. Yup, you got that right, I took my at home brush to work and left it there.

Awesome. So now we're looking at half asleep, running late, no coffee, and no hairbrush.

I got this. I throw my hair up in a messy looped over ponytail-esque type thing. And when I say it was messy, had it been spring, I would've had birds trying to build nests. Thought I would use my in the car hair brush (which also just so happened to be MIA this morning). Got H up and ready for school, got her there, made her apologize for taking home a school blanket the night before and headed to the park and ride. Yes, this girl takes the Metro. You would too if you had to face inbound 290 traffic at 7 AM....TRUST ME.

So I get on the bus, put in my headphones, grab my nook, and put my purse in the seat next to me. Lets get this bus ride on the road people. I do this when I'm in a crabby mood and 9 times out of 10 it works and people leave me the eff alone. If the bus starts to get full, I suck it up, move my purse and go on with the day. Not this morning though. There are still PLENTY of seats, as in almost half, available on this bus, and this smiling, fully awake, looks like she could just bust into song about sunshine and rainbows and happiness, morning person taps me on the shoulder to ask to sit next to me.

Are you SERIOUS?!

My mother raised me right so I of course obliged by moving my purse, and continued my reading. The bus gets under way and I think that's all I'm going to hear from Mrs. Morning Person. Think is the operative word here. Mind you, me with no coffee, trying to think never turns out well. Then again, I feel like most days me trying to think period doesn't end up. Anyways, I'm enjoying my book when I feel yet another tap on my shoulder.

Let me tell you, it took everything in my power not to bite this ladies head off! I guess brains just don't sound like an appealing breakfast. Perhaps with coffee? She wanted to ask me questions about my nook because her daughter wants one. I begrudgingly answer all of her questions and start to put my headphones back in. NOPE, wrong answer! She's not done. She wants to talk, no not talk, chit chat. Through all of this mind numbing chit chat, I discover that she needs some help navigating the metro system and finding a particular building downtown. Fine, no problem, I help her because that's just what you do.

To thank me, she hands me her Mary Kay business card and catalog. 

Let's let that sink in for a second. Me, half asleep, no coffee, shitty mood, taken away from my music and literature that would've bettered my mood, and you want to hand me your cosmetics selling business card?! GAH!

So, I fight the urge to tell her exactly where she can shove that business card AND that catalog and thank her and as graciously as I can muster, then add a "but as you can see, I really don't wear a lot of make up". Think that phased her? NOPE. "Oh, that's ok! Our number one selling products are our skin care products!" AWESOME! Thanks lady, I know it's shark week and my face looks like a peperoni pizza. Way to increase you chances of sales...not. Conversation kept up until we got off of the the same stop.  (someone shoot me now) I show her where her building is, show her where to pick up the bus to leave, shove my headphones back in and rupture my eardrums on the rest of my walk to work.

Today was a success in my book, I made it to work without ripping this lady (or anyone else) a new one. I'll end my rant here. I hate morning people.

Conversations with myself

Working towards my goals in regards to my weight loss/lifestyle change have made me feel like a bit of a but job from time to time. I catch myself having conversations with myself playing both good cop and bad cop all at once.

I really want that amazing barbeque baked potato from Ottos for lunch.
No, you've done good this far, don't give it up for one meal.
But this is a lifestyle change, I have to allow some things some times.
Yeah but not a fully loaded all of your calories for the day in one sitting bbq baked potato.
I can only eat half. Portion control right?
I know myself better than that.
You can try though.
Yeah, but is it worth possibly gaining weight back?
No, but I can work out really hard and work it off.
That's not the way that works.
I know, but it's soo good
I can't do that to myself
But your mouth will thank you, it will have a mouth-gasam
But my stomach wont thank me, it will want to hang itself with my small intestine
It's ok though, it wont last long.
No! No it's not ok!

Am I the only crazy one out there that debates with themselves on the things that they know they should or shouldn't do? I can't be.

Here's to making good choices even when it's hard and even when it makes you feel like a crazy person.

Oh, and by the way, I did not get that potato...though I really wanted it.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Tailbones and Trampolines?

This weekend was hell fun. Picked H up from daycare Friday and ran into one of my favorite people ever, Amy, who was just so happening to pick up her kids at the same time. She has a 6 year old, a 3 year old and a 10 month old, all of which I love dearly and want to strangle steal from time to time. Anyways, they followed me to my house to hang out for an hour(ish). The kids were playing, I was playing with her baby, all was well.
As I walk down the house I notice that they are playing with her Ariel vanity thing that Santa brought her for Christmas last year. It looks like this:
Now they play with this toy all the time, no biggie...only what caught my attention is you see that little purple shell was full of water. I tell them to go dump it out and down the hall they go fighting the whole way to the bathroom about who should be carrying it. So they make the exchange and as H gets it, some inevitably spills on the *tile* floor. I tell her to clean it up, she doesn't. Amy and her kids leave, and I realize that after over 100 oz of water in one day, it's time to use the restroom again for the 875th time that day. I notice on the way in that the water is still on the floor and make a mental note to clean it up as soon as I'm done.

Mid stream, here comes H running flying down the hall to show me something. (because in case you didn't know, once you have kids, peeing by yourself becomes obsolete) "H STOP RUNNI-------" down she goes. It was like a scene from a movie and it seemed like it was in slow motion, she was smiling and laughing and excited one second, and the next she looked instantly terrified as her foot slipped out from under her straight up into the air and she ate it. I got her calmed down and sent her on her way with a warning to "be CAREFUL".

Have I mentioned yet that I am one of the clumsiest people in Texas?

I *carefully* go to get a towel to wipe up the water and what happens. BAM! I went down like a sack of potatoes. It doesn't matter that I was trying to strategically place my foot with each step, I'm an accident waiting to happen. I landed straight on my tailbone and holy shit-turds, it HURT! Well, so much for day 9 of 30 DS. I even tried doing a jumping jack later to see if I might be able to pull it off. HA! What was I thinking?!

So I'm pretty sure that I either fractured (think hairline fracture) my tailbone or just severely bruised it because it still freakin' hurts to move. So you would think after that, I would have a pretty relaxing weekend just trying to heal right? Not this girl.

Saturday morning rolls around and I find myself at Amy's house and the girls play dress up

Then H and I go home to take a nap before I have to go to my mom's to get my brother. My mom and step dad decided to take a (rare) opportunity and go to the casino in Lake Charles, so the little man is mine for the rest of the day and until they get back in on Sunday. It's pretty uneventful, the kids are both good kids (when they want to be). They watched a movie, colored, played computer games, and played real games. I took them to play on the play place at BK, we went back to my house, they played and bed. All in all it wasn't too bad, just a lot of really painful moving.

Kid's playing Pop the Pig

H comes in my room Sunday morning to announce that "It's a sunny day mommie" to get me up and fix her some breakfast. How that child eats immediately after waking up floors me. And she's ALWAYS hungry. The little brother wakes up about an hour later. I had to take these kids somewhere, i just wasn't sure where. All of the bounce house places were booked for parties, A Bunch of Fun's number wasn't in service, etc. Just as I was about to resign to taking them to another play place my mom called and reminded me of Jump Sky High. 

This place is the shiznit! We should probably have a small moment of silence for the awesomeness that is this place. It's full of trampolines...everywhere you look, trampolines. A giant one for kids to just go nuts, a smaller one for little kids to go nuts, a dodgeball pit (on trampolines), a foam pit where they can jump off of the trampoline into the pit....trampolines EVERYWHERE!!! Oh, and as if it wasn't cool enough as it is, all of the walls in these trampoline enclosure things are also trampolines! So if a kid flies into a wall, it's just another trampoline and throws them back in. There were even some older kids there for what looked like cheerleading practice working on their form for jumps and flips and such.  Had it not been for my tailbone, I would've been out there too jumping around like a the crazy person that I am. Instead, I chased these kids around all while silently pleading someone to sever me at the waist so I wouldn't have to feel my tailbone. Why couldn't one of those cheer mother's have brought a katana? Seriously? Who leaves those at home anymore anyways?

Despite it hurting like nobody's business, the kids had a blast and were completely worn out by the time it was all said and done.  I would say that is was a win for the day. 

See how awesome this place is!!

On another note, H started her new daycare/private Pre-K this morning! 

In her new uniform :) She's not a morning person

Friday, September 21, 2012

An introduction of sorts

Well, looks like the ladies over in Fit Camp finally got to me! So here I am jumping on the blogging bandwagon. I’ve considered it for a while but have found one reason or another not to. It pretty much all boils down to not wanting to be accountable for myself in several aspects of my life. Well phooey on that! 

I decided to start this for a couple of reasons, obviously to stay accountable, to document my weight loss journey as well as my life in general, and mostly because it looks like one whole helluva lot of fun. 

I’ll start with the basics, I live in Houston, Texas and love it here despite the heat. Ok, so maybe that’s a smidgen bit of a fib. The triple digit heat can SUCK IT! I love Texas but am ready to be out of Houston. Just tired of the big city I guess. I mean, 4th largest city in the country...yeah, it's huge, but I wouldn’t want to live anywhere other than Texas. I, like many others will proudly claim that I’m a Texan before saying that I’m an American. That's just how we roll here. We love our state.

The key players that will probably be referenced throughout:

My shithead awesome 4 year old little girl who will be referred to as H. She’s the cutest kid you’ll never meet. True story. She’s waaaay too smart for her own good and likes to think that she runs the house. HA! It went over real well when she tried to tell me that SHE was the boss…NOT.  But I love her dearly. She also likes to think that since she's cute she can get away with anything. Like coloring on the back of her bedroom door. Or putting stickers, and not just one or two, I'm talking a metric ass ton of them, on the inside of her closet door thinking I wont notice them. She drives me crazy. But I love her. She makes my world go ‘round..and 'round...and 'round until I feel like I'm lost in the whirlwind that is my daughter and have to fight the urge to snatch her bald. 

But seriously, I love her and wouldn't change her for anything. The problem is she's just WAAAAY to much like me. 

My grandmother (we call her granny) lives with H and I or we live with her, call it how you see it. Have any of you seen the show Everybody Loves Raymond? You wanna know about Granny, watch that show. She is the real life version of Marie, I kid you not. 

Then there is my brother….wait for it… 5 year old brother (will be 6 in November). And yes, he is my only sibling. Don’t ask me what my mother was thinking because to be quite honest with you, I couldn’t tell you. Ok, I probably could…she got remarried. Anyways, my brother; he’s a pretty freakin’ awesome kid too. I love him like he’s my own. That kid is crazy though! I'm talking walks on the ceiling crazy. He is all boy, all the time and he makes the energizer bunny look like a wimp. I don’t know how my mother manages to keep her sanity…wait, scratch that, she’s MY mother, what is this sanity we’re talking about again? I think I lost mine over off of 610 a few years ago. If I was anything like my brother when I was a kid (which I was) I feel sorry for her and I know how much hell I'm in for with my rugrat.

That’s it for now. Welcome to the whirlwind that is my life. I’ll get into the nitty gritty of the whole weight loss thing next, so stay tuned!

For your viewing pleasure:

H pretending she's in jail

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