Arizona!

The Brewer's at Spring Training


Drinking Fat Tire at Grease Wood Flats


Relaxing by Michele's pool


Big and I at the Wedding


Spa on the wedding day

Photo of the Week: Iris Mania

In this photo: The first Iris to grow that Vinnie and I planted

Drum Roll Please

As I mentioned in a previous post, I have been on a mission to lose 7 lbs by tomorrow morning's trip to Arizona for my stuffingfacewithwonderfulfoodanddrinks extravaganza. I stuck to my promise of walking maya everyday, removed all snacks from my desk, ate lots of fruit and high fiber goodies, drank lots of water, and showed up to an ice box office everyday where it's so flipping cold I am in a constant calorie burning, shivering state. But if it wasn't for 6 days of the midgridcycle* virus, that caused me to be so sick after eating that I swore I would never eat again, I probably wouldn't have lost as much weight as i did.
However! Now that the weight is gone, I can't figure out where it came from. I don't look or feel like I lost anything. Isn't that the point of diets and exercise? No wonder it's so hard for people to diet...... I really don't like doing things that don't make me feel good. Good thing I live to feast on Arizona food, because after a two weeks of focusing all my time and energy on something that didn't give me warm fuzzy feelings, I will take great joy in food spending time with my family in my third heaven**.

I am currently fluctuating between 8 and 10lbs, depending on the time of day i weigh myself. Either way, I lost what I wanted to lose. Yippy!


*a virus that makes you feel like you have 10 midgets riding motorcycles around in your stomach
**first heaven:sleeping on the couch, with my head on vinnie's chest during an afternoon steeler game. second heaven:sleeping on a rock in the middle of the clarion river.

I get distracted.....alot

Thank you Julie_Gong for posting a link to this place ruining my work productivity for the day.

Weight loss goal update tomorrow! You should be excited, because I sure am!

Have a great day!

Tip of the week: Give up your mo's

This weeks tip of the week has long been on my brain. Ever since I can remember, my mother has purchased me mo's* for good ole valentine's day.

And since I can remember, the only pair of underwear i have ever had to personally throw away were destroyed during a gambling match that i didn't win, the rest of my underwear either got lost or were thrown away by my mom when she did my laundry. That is until Maya May, "the underwear eater" decided to destroy my life and my underwear.

Anyways, the first couple times she got a hold of my underwear she would sniff it and lick it (typing that makes me want to shower off the dirtiness I just left in everyone's mind). Funny and cute dog behavior right? WRONG, because that simple action sniffing and licking turned in to eating. And she only eats the crotch. SICK.

TipOFTheWeek: IF YOU OWN A DOG - DON'T WEAR UNDERWEAR. You don't need to clean or throw away what isn't dirty or ruined.


*My niece calls underwear mo's because her first pair had nemo's on them. too cute. Of course the underwear she buys me are cute, colorful and NOT thongs. Actually, I'm pretty sure my mom vomits a little every time she thinks about wearing thongs.

it hurts my soul

Some times, about once every three months, I struggle within myself to be nice and polite to people who are not good people. The restraint it takes to hold back from telling people what I really think about them is more than the energy created in my 8 hour a night nap. It makes me want to put on skinny black jeans, spike bracelets, Mohawk and dye my hair black, get my face pierce, put spacers in my ears, and sit in a dark room screaming to emo music.

quite frankly, I think I just need to get my tubes tied and block all hormones from making me feel like a crazy desk lady all the time! now if only I could teach maya to leave me alone during these fragile times, my life wouldn't suck so much, after I leave work (aka my hell on earth...).

Give me the clarion river after sunset, give me a stick and a fire, give me some champagne (by the way, I'm not real sure why we thought champagne was a good idea....), give me some night fishing, give me a hoodie/jeans/hunting boots, and I'll give you a HAPPY AMC.

burn baby burn

I am, as of last Friday, on a quest to lose 7 pounds by 7:30am on March 26th, because 1.) I plan on making Vinnie fall in love with me again while wearing a LBD to my aunts wedding and 2.) plan on gaining at least 7 pounds during my way too short trip to Arizona for three days. I love Arizona. Losing 7 pounds in just days 16 days means I am not permitted to have any open food containers next to my computer, such as goldfish*, Honey Maid Bees, or wheat thins, i must walk miss may at least once a day, i must eat fruit or any other high fiber items for breakfast and lunch, drink plenty of water, and I must pray every night to skinny celebrities such as Paris Hilton, Lindsey Lohan**, Amy (needs to go to jail forever) Winehouse and Mariah Carry.

In order to gain the 7 pounds back I plan on stuffing my face with:::: hot dogs and nachos while watching Uncle Kenny coach the Brewers during spring training, chicken sandwiches & chips & corona's at Greasewood Flats, sipping on Fat Tires (my favorite western-like beer)while sitting by Michelle's pool, munching on strawberries & peanut m&m's (which have always been snacks Aunt Michelle has around the house), eating the wedding festivity food and cake, and hopefully grubbing on some authentic Mexican food. I CAN'T WAIT!!!





*In college, I used to carry around a bag of goldfish with me during Friday/Saturday night festivities.
** Lohan is not a Google spellcheck approved word.

thank God for Fridays

Don't worry, today is starting out like any other Friday. I drank water outside on my porch in nothing but my robe and I am the only one at the office. Most people would love to have the entire office to themselves, I would love this too if it didn't happen so very often; distance makes the heart grow fonder. When this reoccurring trend first began, I LOVED it, but now I am longing for the day that I receive the "come in late tomorrow...heck, don't come in at all" memo. As I have stated previously, my company is on the line this year, if we don't make a profit, we don't get to have our jobs. Of course this should be motivation to come in to the office and work hard because what is worse than having children and a spouse (which everyone at my company has) and not having any money to provide them with food, shelter, and clothing?

This weekend's temperatures are going to be in the mid 60's. Do you know what that means? Leg shaving, robe only porch standing, Capri wearing, Maya may walking, sun glass wearing, windows down driving, and being bored because Vinnie is out of town, my parents work, i have no friends , and my nieces are being swept away to the aviary. I really need to find some extracurricular activities other than counting the number of landmines May has left in the backyard.

Not Me Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not attempt to distract my dog from her constant biting fetish by sticking her in a bath tub full of water in hopes that she would become consumed in digging for the bottom of the water.

I did not entertain thoughts of running away to become a hermit in the Arizona desert, because really... who would want to live in sunny Arizona all year long.

And I am not currently struggling to write this entry, because my life is totally awesome and I am super funny and you should want to be me.