Monday, March 31, 2008

My Treadmill was a coat rack... I sold it at my last garage sale...I needed the money to buy bigger jeans.
I'm afraid that if I lose weight...well, let's face it...I just might be...the full package! What do they call it...a triple threat! Personality, good looks and great body! Right now it's safe...Two out of three, everyone can handle that. It's hard to be friends with someone who's I just look at it like this...I'm doing my friends a favor. Imagine how hard it would be to be Me...and a size 2! It's too much!
So my prayer is this...Lord, if you won't make me skinny...would you at least make my friends fat.


Why is exercise so hard? I mean, I have all the tools I need..a treadmill two feet from my bed, a recumbent exercise bike in the basement, a set of weights, a Pilates DVD, and even some oldies like a step and a step aerobics tape and even ...and this is the truth...a thighmaster ala Suzanne Somers! I know what to do so why don't I do it? I am what you might call a bipolar exerciser. I am either manic about it, or depressed about it. Why oh why can't I be consistent????????? I can hire somebody to do everything else, but not exercise. Nope, that's something I gotta do on my own. So why is it that I will watch Denise Austin exercise for 30 minutes on television? I don't think watching her show is really the point. Hmm....maybe I could have been exercising in the thirty minutes I have been blogging about exercise! OK clearly I have issues. Somebody please come help me put my tennis shoes on!!!!!!!!!


Saturday, March 29, 2008

WHOOP, there she is!

L is celebrating her birthday today.  Everyone send out a big WHOOP!  Have a great one!
A and J

Friday, March 28, 2008

Tenball Anyone?

So this morning I remind E that her very first tennis clinic is this afternoon after school. Don't forget, blah, blah, blah, hugs and kisses, blah, blah, blah..and she runs out the door. She calls back over her shoulder, "Mom, do you think I'll get to pitch?"

Bless her heart.

Tennis comes and goes, she does a great job and I think maybe she's getting the hang of it and was just confused this morning, since some of her other friends are playing t-ball. (Not that she'd get to pitch in t-ball, but let's just give her the benefit of the doubt.)

In the car ride home, I overhear her proudly announcing ".....and I hit it over the fence every time!"

We don't get out much.

So tonight on the way home from dinner she asks me "Mom, what was my coach's name?" "E, did he not tell you his name?" "Well, he did but I couldn't hear him because I had on my sunglasses."

Thank goodness she's beautiful, that's all I'm saying.


Why can't my hair stylist live with me?

Why can't my hair stylist live with me?  I know I really don't have the room, and my husband may not want another man here, but seriously...

I got my hair cut 2 days ago, and he styled it using a flat iron.  So I go to church that night and had 423 compliments on my hair!!!  

 I heard, "Hey, love the hair."
 "OMG, your hair has never looked so good."
"I need the number to your stylist."   Etc.Etc.Etc.  You get the picture! Needless to say I thought I looked hot!!!

Well, the next day rolls around and  I fixed my hair just like he did.  I used the flat iron, spent lots of time on it, etc. I go back to church for a women's bible study.  Do you know how many people commented on my hair?  ZERO!  Not one!  Are you kidding me?  Do you know what that did to my self esteem and the ability that I thought I possessed to style my own hair.  I mean, I have a flat iron.  How hard could it really be?  

Whatever!  I  just think it would be better if David just lived with me and made me feel good about myself every single day, don't you?  

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Must Read

Have ya'll read the latest post from Beth on hair? You'll die.

LOCKED OUT AGAIN!!! know my husband and me is to love us or quickly run far away.

We built our house 4 years ago and the builder made us 5 keys.  Did you see that correctly? 5!!!
Well, for some reason we now have 1 and it stays in a drawer INSIDE the house.  Not really sure why!  Anyway, we do have garage door openers AND keyless entry pads outside of the garage.  So we are set up, right?  

Well, you tell me why we had to rip off the screen on a window and send our child through it to go and unlock the door for us the other day.  And tell me why I had to go through that same window this morning after carpool with my 2 year old standing outside the house saying, "What cha doing mommy?" 

I guess I should just call a garage door company and get them to send someone over to fix the openers and entry pad.

That sounds reasonable to all of you, but I failed to mention that my husband OWNS a garage door company!!!

Can you say Dysfunctional? A

Are You Kidding?

If you are follow our blog long enough you will come to grips with the fact the three chix can generate some drama. As a matter of fact, drama seems to follow us even when we are minding our own business. Take this morning for example.

This chick woke up with all kinds of plans to start the day. I was feeling good, ready for the day and excited about what was to come. Then drama.

As I was putting the kids in the bathtub, E says, "Mama there's a bug on me and it won't let go." Are you kidding? After close investigation, I realized that there was a tick sucking on my child's skin. Now I don't know if that last statement is totally accurate, but it looked like that to me. All of a sudden the plans for the morning were out the window while I called my husband and another of us chix desperately trying to get help.

Thankfully, after J came to the rescue and after several tortuous minutes of lighting matches and sticking them to the tick while simultaneously trying not burn E, we finally got it off. Although we did have to try a quick internet search on tick removal that quickly let us know that you should never try to burn a tick off with matches. So we used tweezers. And if you think you can imagine the tears and screaming, you can't.

But E happily ate the ice cream sandwich I offered her for breakfast. Since she'd been through all that trauma.

So as I start my day AGAIN, I am humbly reminded of the scripture in Proverbs 19:21- "Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand." God's purpose for me this morning was totally different than the plans in my mind. Truth be told, this happens quite a lot. I am constantly reminded that my day is not my own and that God's purposes will always prevail.

I am praying that my plans to eat chicken salad for lunch will prevail as well! NMZ you are dead to me.


Wednesday, March 26, 2008

The Devil Gave Me a Cold

I told my husband this week that the devil was giving me a cold. I think this is so because I've been putting off getting stuff done around the house, and now that I have the time, I just don't feel very good. I get so grumpy when I'm sick...why is it that people say crappy things when they don't feel well? My mother called yesterday and left me a said that since she was sick and had to stay in bed, she finally had time to listen about my mission trip to West Africa. Really?!?! Who says that? It's like saying that you think the milk is spoiled, here taste it! I'm going to have to start a whole new blog if I'm going to start writing about my mother.


Ok, here I go. My first ever blog. Can you have writer's block before you ever start writing? I think it's more my AD/HD kicking in.

Anyway, my 20 year high school reunion is coming up in April. WOW! Don't even really know how I feel about that. Can I be that old? I wonder who will look hot? More importantly, can I go without my husband this time? He went to my 10 year, put on a name tag as one of my
classmates, and walked around saying, "Hey, do you remember me?" all night long. What an embarrassment!

By the way, what do you wear to a casual 20 year reunion? Whatever!!! Why do we obsess over things like this? All I know is that I was feeling good at the 10 year. Hey, I was young, had a cute haircut, and most importantly was breastfeeding, so I was skinny and the girls were big and perky.

Oh what 10 years, 2 more kids and gravity will do to ya.

If Laundry Were a Mission Project...

If laundry were a mission project I'm sure I'd take it more seriously. I'd pray about it; ask others to pray too. I'd make it a priority; I know I would. I'm really good at projects. I had lots of projects to do over Spring Break...camping, Horton Hears a Whoo, shopping at Justice, and yes, maybe even eating some chicken salad at Zoe's...and I got ALL of them done! So why not the laundry!?!!!?? It's baffling, a mystery. Please understand...I do realize that we are suppose to do ALL things to the glory of God, as if we were doing it not for man but for the Father. But Laundry? Seriously? Don't get me wrong...if Jesus needed a spot removed from His robe or his leather sandles polished...I'm your girl! So please, join me in laying hands on my laundry...and while your hands are on it, can't you at least go ahead and put a load in...seriously!

Here We Come Again

So our first foray into the blogging world did not go as planned since our blog was locked for "possible terms of service violation" immediately following our first post.

Good times.

This is the reason I have been blogging for over a year, and have four blogs with only seven posts combined. Too much stress for one person.

So I think we'll wait a while this time before downloading cute purple and green checked background. Black is good. It matches our moods once a month anyway.

So....for those of you just tuning in, this blog was in our brains for over a year before we finally got it off the ground. Somehow, some way, in the midst of our innocent discussions, our husbands decided to start their own blog. It deals with the perils of living with a large female-to-male ratio under one roof. And yes, it is funny, but as one of us chix mentioned, their material is totally handed to them on a silver platter. By us. The ones who knew what the word blog meant when they did not. You can visit them at and click on NoMoeZoes blog. See, we can play fair. Slow and steady always wins the race boys.

So drop by and give us a shout out. We'd love to hear from our fellow chix!!


Camping 101

So the first post on our brand new blog will have to be about camping since it was there that the blog idea was born. Actually it was born last year, but we are slow to the jump-start.

Have you ever had an idea that sounded really good, but in reality was a lot tougher than you thought to pull off? Try camping with three women, eight girl children and three boy children, I mean grown men. Try taking 22 blankets, 21 bags of food, 20 folding chairs, 19 hot dog buns, 18 bags of chips, 17 chocolate bars, 16 drinks per family, 15 stuffed animals, 14 rolls of paper towels, 13 board games, 12 packs of drinks, 11 pairs of crocs, 10 pairs of khaki shorts, 9 long-sleeved t-shirts, 8 bright pink bikes, 7 random jackets, 6 bottles of bug spray, 5 tubes of sunscreen, 4 blinking flashlights, 3 bags of match light, 2 big coolers and 1 RV that rivaled the size of an eighteen wheeler.

Did I mention that we had to borrow a lighter from the campsite next to us?

However, no one can say we were not ultra-prepared campers. We had so much stuff that we were nicely set for a week of relaxing and fun.

Did I mention that we only camped for 24 hours?

Some highlights of the trip (or night, whichever you'd prefer)....

1. Watching our husbands relax. Having their iphones and blackberries in a wooded setting made it seem so much more laid-back.
2. Watching our husbands win at Catchphrase while cheating to their heart's delight.
3. Watching our two-year-olds rival all the trailer trash at the campground since we did not wipe their hands or faces the entire trip, I mean 24 hours.
4. Breathing in the fresh air.
5. Breathing in the smoky air.
6. Breathing in the smoky, fresh air that still hasn't come out of our clothes two days later.
7. Watching our children frolic and play in the creek....or the swamp as one child dubbed it. Clearly she has been watching too many Disney movies.
8. Napping in the tent while our children played cards at a strangers's campsite. Conversation upon their return went something like this:

Mom: "Where did you get that Sunkist?"
E: "At Shelby's house" (she gets a little disoriented while traveling and tends to become one with her surroundings)
Mom: "We don't know Shelby."
E: "Yes we do, we've known her since yesterday even."

I have to say, though, that the nap was pretty close to worth it.

9. Spending time with the people we love most in the world.
10. Thanking God that we were not alone with our children all of spring break.

So now we feel well-prepared to author a book entitled "Camping 101." Or quite possibly it could be called "How to Make the Most of Your Children's School Holidays." Or even "Never Plan On Camping Without A Way to Start a Campfire."

We are professionals now, oh yes we are.

And next time we might even remember the matches!!