My Treadmill was a coat rack...

...so 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 perfect...so 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.

J

Conundrum

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!!!!!!!!!

L

WHOOP, there she is!

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

A and J

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.


L

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?  

A

Must Read

Have ya'll read the latest post from Beth on hair? You'll die. http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/2008/03/baffled.html

LOCKED OUT AGAIN!!!

Seriously...to 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