***Warning*** This is best not viewed with a full bladder. And for the easily offended, he does use the anatomically correct word for the male anatomy, but it is in a very proper way. :) This was first aired on David Letterman. The comedian is David Sedaris and he writes essays which have been compiled into several books. I think I may have to read them over Christmas Break. Maybe I can laugh off some calories?
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
What Happens In Vegas...
...stays on your hips, thighs, and belly for WEEKS. Ugh. I was at the 20 lb mark EXACTLY the morning I left for Vegas. I am going to give myself a few days of eating better, sleeping better, and drinking water to let the cards fall, but I may have as many as four pounds to lose all over again. But it was worth it.
Our family drove to my parents' house on Wednesday and spent Thanksgiving with my Mom and Dad and sister and brother-in-law. It was great fun. And good food. Yummy. Then Brian and I flew to Vegas for a weekend getaway. I had bought Brian tickets to see the UNC Men's Basketball team play in the Vegas Invitational. They rarely play this side of the Mississippi, so I figured it was worth the splurge. BYU was also playing, so it was double the fun. We watched some basketball, met some really fun people from all over the country who are also fanatic about their basketball teams, shopped a bit, walked the strip, and fed the Vegas economy via the nickle slots. My mom was the uber Grandma and kept the kids so busy and entertained that they didn't want to leave. Brian and I flew back in at 6:00 Sunday night and we made the long drive home. This morning it was back to life, back to reality. And back to losing the weight that decided to come home with me.
I have a camera full of random pics (mostly of basketball players that no one else but Brian would care about), but I will have to post those another day. It is 9:30 pm and I am struggling to keep my eyes open.
Our family drove to my parents' house on Wednesday and spent Thanksgiving with my Mom and Dad and sister and brother-in-law. It was great fun. And good food. Yummy. Then Brian and I flew to Vegas for a weekend getaway. I had bought Brian tickets to see the UNC Men's Basketball team play in the Vegas Invitational. They rarely play this side of the Mississippi, so I figured it was worth the splurge. BYU was also playing, so it was double the fun. We watched some basketball, met some really fun people from all over the country who are also fanatic about their basketball teams, shopped a bit, walked the strip, and fed the Vegas economy via the nickle slots. My mom was the uber Grandma and kept the kids so busy and entertained that they didn't want to leave. Brian and I flew back in at 6:00 Sunday night and we made the long drive home. This morning it was back to life, back to reality. And back to losing the weight that decided to come home with me.
I have a camera full of random pics (mostly of basketball players that no one else but Brian would care about), but I will have to post those another day. It is 9:30 pm and I am struggling to keep my eyes open.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Seven Defining Things
My friend Kamee tagged me and challenged me to post seven defining facts about myself. Since I recently posted 100 not-so-defining things this is pretty tough! Here's what I have come up with:
1. I have four scars. Two are from chicken pox that I picked at. One is on my jawline, one is on my right thigh. I have a scar on my chin below my lip where I fell off a horse and a rock went straight through. My fourth scar is on my left index finger. A canning jar fell and broke when I was probably five or six years old. My mom told me not to touch it (duh), but for some reason I went in there later and was running my finger across the jagged edge. Some of us just have to see to believe...
2. I LOVE history. Not the "memorize these dates" kind of history, but the social history. How people lived, how they made their livings. What they wore, how they curled their hair. I guess I love anthropology (even though I didn't do too hot in the class in college). I enjoy the History Channel and HGTVs "If Walls Could Talk" and all those shows that give me a glimpse into what life used to be like. I think my post about how many beauty products I use in a day stems from this fascination. Will people find OUR lives fascinating 100 years from now?
3. I care way too much about what people think. I have gotten good at not showing this (for the most part), but I tend to obsess a bit about stupid things I say or do. When I get nervous around people that I care about impressing, I talk WAY too much. So if you ever find yourself wishing that I would just shut up, be flattered. It probably means I care about what you think. And rest assured that I am probably telling mySELF to shut up, too.
4. I have worked in both fast food and retail. I think that EVERYONE should have to work at some entry level customer service job in their life. It changes how you interact with everyone. I worked at McDonalds while I was home from my freshman year at BYU. I was SO sure that it was below me, but I was grateful for the money, the hours, and the flexible schedule that allowed me to work another job, too. I learned that some people are real jerks. I learned that the people who dropped out of high school and have made a career of working at McDonalds are nice, funny, and just trying to make a living with what they can do. I learned that it really isn't THAT easy of a job sometimes. I learned that some men will hit on you just from the sound of your voice in the drivethru. I learned that other men will come through and buy sundaes with pennies to be cute and then ask you on a date. I learned that people really do come through and order MASSIVE amounts of artery clogging food with a DIET soda to drink. And I learned that I will always be polite to the workers, no matter how slow the line is moving. Because it is rarely the fault of the person at the window.
5. I am a voyeur at heart. I love the Internet -- that it allows me to legally and anonymously peek into peoples' lives via blogs and myspace. I think this is tied in with #2 up there. I just like to know how people live. Are we all that different? What makes us tick? What ticks them off? Why do my neighbors have three brand new cars and only two drivers? Why are there people at Safeway buying milk and cereal with foodstamps, but driving away in a brand new monster truck whose payments are probably about as much as my mortgage? And don't the highschoolers know that when they post pictures of themselves in a slightly less than sober state on Myspace that EVERYONE can see those pictures and read the comments?????
6. I really wanted to be famous when I was younger. I KNEW I was going to be successful. My first venue was going to be ballet, but I looked in the mirror one day in class and realized that my hips were better suited to birthing children than dancing. Then I started taking voice lessons and found I was good at it and I really enjoyed it. I began my college career intent on being an opera singer. But my first year showed me that I wasn't cut out for the world of auditions (see #3 up there). I was good enough, but it was hard to sing a song and have three people hear the same performance and have such different comments about it. And as much as I wanted to be famous, I still wanted to be married and be a mom. And it is hard to do that when you are spending all your time auditioning or rehearsing. So I changed my degree to Music Education. My dream of my name being in lights is on the back burner. Maybe someday.
7. I am a path-of-least-resistance kind of gal. I will do what it takes to get the work done, but I am not patient and I tend to cut corners. I would not be a good ward activities chair person because I would leave out all of the cute things that make the party memorable. Like over the top decorations, or little touches that may go unnoticed to many, but that mean alot to those who DO notice. This personality quirk annoys my children sometimes. I avoid crafts because it tends to be messy and make more work for me. So I pay to send them to preschool to do crafts. This also costs me a little bit of money because I will spend the extra dough on things to make life a bit easier. If it's disposeable, I'll take it.
Okay, I tag Sheila, Jodi, Aundrea, Jenn, Bonnie, Michelle, and Marie.
1. I have four scars. Two are from chicken pox that I picked at. One is on my jawline, one is on my right thigh. I have a scar on my chin below my lip where I fell off a horse and a rock went straight through. My fourth scar is on my left index finger. A canning jar fell and broke when I was probably five or six years old. My mom told me not to touch it (duh), but for some reason I went in there later and was running my finger across the jagged edge. Some of us just have to see to believe...
2. I LOVE history. Not the "memorize these dates" kind of history, but the social history. How people lived, how they made their livings. What they wore, how they curled their hair. I guess I love anthropology (even though I didn't do too hot in the class in college). I enjoy the History Channel and HGTVs "If Walls Could Talk" and all those shows that give me a glimpse into what life used to be like. I think my post about how many beauty products I use in a day stems from this fascination. Will people find OUR lives fascinating 100 years from now?
3. I care way too much about what people think. I have gotten good at not showing this (for the most part), but I tend to obsess a bit about stupid things I say or do. When I get nervous around people that I care about impressing, I talk WAY too much. So if you ever find yourself wishing that I would just shut up, be flattered. It probably means I care about what you think. And rest assured that I am probably telling mySELF to shut up, too.
4. I have worked in both fast food and retail. I think that EVERYONE should have to work at some entry level customer service job in their life. It changes how you interact with everyone. I worked at McDonalds while I was home from my freshman year at BYU. I was SO sure that it was below me, but I was grateful for the money, the hours, and the flexible schedule that allowed me to work another job, too. I learned that some people are real jerks. I learned that the people who dropped out of high school and have made a career of working at McDonalds are nice, funny, and just trying to make a living with what they can do. I learned that it really isn't THAT easy of a job sometimes. I learned that some men will hit on you just from the sound of your voice in the drivethru. I learned that other men will come through and buy sundaes with pennies to be cute and then ask you on a date. I learned that people really do come through and order MASSIVE amounts of artery clogging food with a DIET soda to drink. And I learned that I will always be polite to the workers, no matter how slow the line is moving. Because it is rarely the fault of the person at the window.
5. I am a voyeur at heart. I love the Internet -- that it allows me to legally and anonymously peek into peoples' lives via blogs and myspace. I think this is tied in with #2 up there. I just like to know how people live. Are we all that different? What makes us tick? What ticks them off? Why do my neighbors have three brand new cars and only two drivers? Why are there people at Safeway buying milk and cereal with foodstamps, but driving away in a brand new monster truck whose payments are probably about as much as my mortgage? And don't the highschoolers know that when they post pictures of themselves in a slightly less than sober state on Myspace that EVERYONE can see those pictures and read the comments?????
6. I really wanted to be famous when I was younger. I KNEW I was going to be successful. My first venue was going to be ballet, but I looked in the mirror one day in class and realized that my hips were better suited to birthing children than dancing. Then I started taking voice lessons and found I was good at it and I really enjoyed it. I began my college career intent on being an opera singer. But my first year showed me that I wasn't cut out for the world of auditions (see #3 up there). I was good enough, but it was hard to sing a song and have three people hear the same performance and have such different comments about it. And as much as I wanted to be famous, I still wanted to be married and be a mom. And it is hard to do that when you are spending all your time auditioning or rehearsing. So I changed my degree to Music Education. My dream of my name being in lights is on the back burner. Maybe someday.
7. I am a path-of-least-resistance kind of gal. I will do what it takes to get the work done, but I am not patient and I tend to cut corners. I would not be a good ward activities chair person because I would leave out all of the cute things that make the party memorable. Like over the top decorations, or little touches that may go unnoticed to many, but that mean alot to those who DO notice. This personality quirk annoys my children sometimes. I avoid crafts because it tends to be messy and make more work for me. So I pay to send them to preschool to do crafts. This also costs me a little bit of money because I will spend the extra dough on things to make life a bit easier. If it's disposeable, I'll take it.
Okay, I tag Sheila, Jodi, Aundrea, Jenn, Bonnie, Michelle, and Marie.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Note to Self...
Taking two NyQuil caplets at 11:15 at night is NOT a good idea -- no matter how badly you want to breathe and/or need to get to sleep. It is currently 11:49 in the morning and I am STILL groggy. I slept well last night, but I don't think it was worth it. I am hoping I sent Jillise off to school with everything she needs, because this morning was a blur. I slept during Jaren's ENTIRE two hour morning nap (thank goodness he still takes those -- someone please slap me the next time I complain that I am homebound due to naps). I picked up Joelle and Maddie from preschool and swung by good ol' KFC for lunch (half price kids meal day). They are downstairs eating them/throwing them to the dog right now. I had half of a Healthy Choice pizza (it doesn't taste very good with a stuffed up nose), two bowls if Special K Red Berry, and a can of Diet Dr. Pepper. And a couple of popcorn chicken pieces, a few Teddy Grahams, and a Cocoa Krispies Cereal Straw. My goodness, I am a mess.
My plan is to put a movie in for Joelle, put Jaren back down for a nap a little earlier than usual and try to sack out again. I have five students today (ack!) and so I am going to be beat again tonight. I think I'll turn in early.
My plan is to put a movie in for Joelle, put Jaren back down for a nap a little earlier than usual and try to sack out again. I have five students today (ack!) and so I am going to be beat again tonight. I think I'll turn in early.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Redcast
Check these guys out. The lead singer was in Beauty and the Beast with Brian this summer and he and his brothers have a band that is pretty darn good. I have emailed him to see if he can get the songs added to Project Playlist so I can put them on my blog, but until then you will have to listen on their Myspace page. Enjoy!!
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Shopping for Jeans as a Pair
Last night I found a coupon for Chevy's Restaurant: buy one entree and get the second for $3.99. We LOVE Chevy's. Some of the best fat and sodium you can get on a plate. And if you can ingest that for CHEAP?? Even better. So we rounded up a babysitter and headed into town. Plus, I had a two pound weight loss week. I could indulge for a night and I have an entire week to try to recover from it.
So I enjoyed my chicken fajitas and pork tamale and chips and salsa. Immensely. Then we went to Coldstone Creamery where I had vanilla cream mixed with Butterfinger, caramel, and fudge. It was light ice cream. Do I get partial credit?
Then after all of that gluttony I dragged Brian with me on my hunt for jeans. Brian hates shopping. He hates it even more if it involves trying things on. So he found himself a chair and played games on his Blackberry while I shopped and tried things on. In my post dinner bloat I was able to find TWO PAIR. Weeeeeeee!! One is still too long, but it is a thin denim and makes my tushie cute, so I am hoping to bribe a friend to hem them. Kristin, how much did you have to pay a professional to hem yours?? I also found three pairs of shoes (those will always fit, no matter how much I weigh or how many tamales I eat) and a shirt. Cha-CHING. And Brian payed for it. Perfect.
Then to make Brian's life even more miserable I made him go grocery shopping with me since we were in the land of Winco and I could get everything on my list PLUS extras and still come in under budget. We were home by 10:00.
Today I am up a pound. Small price to pay for a fun spontaneous date night with my hubby and some new clothes. :)
So I enjoyed my chicken fajitas and pork tamale and chips and salsa. Immensely. Then we went to Coldstone Creamery where I had vanilla cream mixed with Butterfinger, caramel, and fudge. It was light ice cream. Do I get partial credit?
Then after all of that gluttony I dragged Brian with me on my hunt for jeans. Brian hates shopping. He hates it even more if it involves trying things on. So he found himself a chair and played games on his Blackberry while I shopped and tried things on. In my post dinner bloat I was able to find TWO PAIR. Weeeeeeee!! One is still too long, but it is a thin denim and makes my tushie cute, so I am hoping to bribe a friend to hem them. Kristin, how much did you have to pay a professional to hem yours?? I also found three pairs of shoes (those will always fit, no matter how much I weigh or how many tamales I eat) and a shirt. Cha-CHING. And Brian payed for it. Perfect.
Then to make Brian's life even more miserable I made him go grocery shopping with me since we were in the land of Winco and I could get everything on my list PLUS extras and still come in under budget. We were home by 10:00.
Today I am up a pound. Small price to pay for a fun spontaneous date night with my hubby and some new clothes. :)
Saturday, November 10, 2007
My Own Personal Purgatory
I am what one might call "petite." Works great if you really enjoy wearing stiletto heals and you don't want to tower over your man. Or if you are stuck riding in the back seat of a car (as far as legroom goes -- I still get carsick back there). Not so great any other time. Seriously, I tried to think of other times it has come in handy and I am drawing a blank.
Being petite REALLY stinks when you are trying to buy new clothing. Because clothing manufacturers seem to think that "petite" means geriatrics who have begun to shrink. Or Asian women who for some reason love crazy, bright patterns. (This is not a prejudiced remark -- I have lived overseas and this is merely an observation made over the years.) This department is usually full of elastic waisted poly blend pants with seasonally themed sweaters. If I need a nice tapered leg jean, I know where to look. If I need a blouse with an attached necklace and shoulder pads, I know where to go. If I want hot jeans that don't go four inches past my heel or a casual belted jacket that I don't have to roll four times to keep it from covering my hands I am up the creek without a paddle.
I went shopping for jeans last night. I have three pairs of jeans in my current "size." They were all purchased the last time I was at this current weight. One pair fits if I don't have to flex my thighs. I bought them new off of eBay. They are GAP and I have one pair of GAP jeans that fit great, so I ordered that same size. Evidently this particular style is for preteens who have absolutely no fat OR muscle on their legs. They are that tight. The other pair is high(er) waisted and just doesn't fit right. It's just not pretty. That leaves me with one pair of functional pants.
So I headed out to find a new pair last night. After trying on jeans for an hour I came home with two shirts. Short sleeved shirts because I don't have to roll them up. Yes, I know it's November. I only went to one store, but this store had TONS of brands. Juniors, Misses, even some jeans designated as "short." No luck. Some looked great except for the length or if I bent over. Others would have fit until I drank a glass of water, then I would have bust out of them. I guess I will try again later today. We are going to Vegas in two weeks and I need something to wear.
When I am down to my goal weight I am taking my tax kicker refund and going to Blake downtown to find the PERFECT pair of jeans. I will even get them hemmed if I have to. By that time it will be warm outside and I will be able to wear my new short sleeved shirts.
My next shopping hurdle... bras. But I won't write about that.
Being petite REALLY stinks when you are trying to buy new clothing. Because clothing manufacturers seem to think that "petite" means geriatrics who have begun to shrink. Or Asian women who for some reason love crazy, bright patterns. (This is not a prejudiced remark -- I have lived overseas and this is merely an observation made over the years.) This department is usually full of elastic waisted poly blend pants with seasonally themed sweaters. If I need a nice tapered leg jean, I know where to look. If I need a blouse with an attached necklace and shoulder pads, I know where to go. If I want hot jeans that don't go four inches past my heel or a casual belted jacket that I don't have to roll four times to keep it from covering my hands I am up the creek without a paddle.
I went shopping for jeans last night. I have three pairs of jeans in my current "size." They were all purchased the last time I was at this current weight. One pair fits if I don't have to flex my thighs. I bought them new off of eBay. They are GAP and I have one pair of GAP jeans that fit great, so I ordered that same size. Evidently this particular style is for preteens who have absolutely no fat OR muscle on their legs. They are that tight. The other pair is high(er) waisted and just doesn't fit right. It's just not pretty. That leaves me with one pair of functional pants.
So I headed out to find a new pair last night. After trying on jeans for an hour I came home with two shirts. Short sleeved shirts because I don't have to roll them up. Yes, I know it's November. I only went to one store, but this store had TONS of brands. Juniors, Misses, even some jeans designated as "short." No luck. Some looked great except for the length or if I bent over. Others would have fit until I drank a glass of water, then I would have bust out of them. I guess I will try again later today. We are going to Vegas in two weeks and I need something to wear.
When I am down to my goal weight I am taking my tax kicker refund and going to Blake downtown to find the PERFECT pair of jeans. I will even get them hemmed if I have to. By that time it will be warm outside and I will be able to wear my new short sleeved shirts.
My next shopping hurdle... bras. But I won't write about that.
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