Thursday, February 26, 2009

Downtown Athens, Here I Come

I post this with the risk of sounding really pathetic. My husband is taking me out on the town tomorrow night! I am super pumped because I cannot remember the last time we "went out". I mean really "went out". We have gone to dinner and then gone home to be way too tired for anything else. But this Friday night we are going out! Downtown Athens for dinner, drinks, the whole nine yards. Woo Hoo!! I just love to get all fixed up and go out. I've already started thinking about what I will wear, which will probably change several times before I actually get out the door. I'm hoping that I actually get a chance to go to Macy's tonight and find something cute with my gift card Hubs gave to me for V. Day. Both of the kids are spending the night away from home so I don't have to worry about when we get in or anything. Woo Hoo!! I love my babies more than life itself, but you have to make time for some adult time. It is vital for your sanity! I'll report Monday on my great Friday night!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

I Just Can't Get Through To Him


By him, I mean my husband. I try not to complain about him (and I've had some years where I really could complain about him). Honestly, it is one of the things that I am working on most, but today I just have to vent. I just can't seem to get through to him that I would like a compliment every once in a while. I'm not asking for much, but this man has never even told me that I'm pretty, beautiful, so forth and so on. On our wedding day he managed a weak, "You look sharp." How sad is that? I've gotten the occasional, "That's hot," but that is usually if I'm wearing something a little slutty. He loves me to slut it up. I think it from being a repressed Baptist preacher's son. I keep telling him what a turn on it would be if he could manage to tell me that I look good every now and then. Ladies, I don't know what to do with this man! Ok, I vented now I feel better.

Monday, February 23, 2009

How I Lost 80lbs.!










Ok, so I've been playing tug-of-war with myself since I started my blog about whether or not to share my weight loss secret. It is not because I don't want others to know, I just don't want anyone to think I am bragging. Well, the last few days I've been thinking about it and to be honest, I feel like God is telling me that I should post it, so here goes. I'll give you a little background first so you know where I'm coming from. I was always a chubby kid and got thin around the 9th grade and stayed pretty slim until college where I gained the famous freshman 15 plus some. I got married right out of college and got pregnant right after our 1st anniversary. I gained (be ready for your jaw to drop) 90lbs. during my pregnancy. I know, I gained like an entire person. When I had E I got an infection in my c-section incision and it blew open all the way. They sent me home with an open incision and a home health care nurse that came twice a day to clean and pack the wounds. I was instructed to do as little as possible for the next few months. By the time I could get around well again I weighed 236 lbs. I was a big girl! After 3 years I finally lost 70 lbs. and immediately got pregnant again. Funny how that works. I only gained 40 lbs. with my second pregnancy and gave birth to my baby boy R. After R's birth everything went much smoother but I just couldn't get below 180. I yo-yo ed between 180 and 205 for 5 1/2 years. Talk about frustrating. I tried everything! I've taken every pill, been on every program, tried every fad. One night, while saying my nightly prayer I gave it to God. I completely gave it to Him. I very distinctly remember that prayer and how desperate I was. I prayed, "Lord, I can't do it. I can't take this weight off. Take it off of me because I can't do it." You know God answers all prayers but that doesn't mean He always answers "yes", sometimes He answers "no" and sometimes His answer is "wait a while". This time He answered "yes" the very next day! The date was October 1, 2007. I went to school that morning and just didn't feel right. My head was spinning and I felt very faint. One of my parents commented on how red my face looked and I told her about the way I felt. I went and had my blood pressure checked and it was 165/110. I immediately went to the doctor. He put me on a blood pressure medicine (obviously) and an anti-depressant. I didn't think I was depressed but he assured me that I was exhibiting some classic signs. I started taking my meds and for 2 weeks it killed my appetite. I mean it killed it. That 2 weeks with no appetite shrunk my stomach to the point that I couldn't eat but about half what I normally could at one time. I started eating smaller portions and eating about 6 times a day. The weight started dropping off like crazy. It took about 10 months to reach my current weight and I know God did it. I pray every night and thank Him for taking it off of me and pray that He will continue to keep it off. I am still so awestruck that I've lost this weight. I went from a size 20 to a size 4. I take no pride in it because the glory does not belong to me, it belongs to my Holy Father. This is part of my testimony and I am so thankful that I can share it with you. Here are some before and after pictures. The round woman in the pink,white, and brown bathing suit is me and the in the bowling shot, I'm the one in camo capris. Oh, and sorry for the cheesy "after" picture. Have a great Monday!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

I Found It!

Ok I found the McDonald's commercial! Enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yBwv3DoQNCA

Ramblings Of An Insane Woman

Ok, so my hubby did not buy me jewelry for Valentine's Day, but it is quite ok. He got me a gift certificate to Macy's and one for a mani-pedi. He did good. He has come along way in the gift giving department. It has taken many years to training, but all that hard work is finally paying off. We had a hog show on Valentine's Day so that cut out any grand romantic gesture time. Speaking of hog shows we are off to the Georgia Jr. Livestock Show today. This is only the second year my daughter has got to show at State because you have to be 9, so it is still very exciting to her. My sisters and I showed hogs and steers while we were in school and my kids are doing the same. It is much like a class reunion when we go to these shows because many of the same people that showed livestock with us have kids that are now showing. It is very surreal to me especially since I suffer from the dillusion that I'm still in my 20's. I just don't mentally feel any older than about 24. I guess that is a good thing.


So I got my hair cut and colored yesterday. I finally got it into the shape that I wanted but now I'm not so sure I like it. See picture for reference.


Also I have got a commercial stuck in my head and I need for someone to help me out with the words. It was a McDonald's commercial and there were little girls at camp that couldn't do anything because it was raining. Then it shows them dressed in the raincoats and galloshes stomping through water at McDonald's and they are singing some kind of duck song. Does anyone remember the duck song? How does it go? Help me out people, it is driving my insane!


I will be MIA for the rest of the week since I will be at the State Livestock Show but hopefully I will have great stories to tell when I get back. I hope you all have a wonderful rest of the week!

Friday, February 13, 2009

Be My Valentine





Do you remember Valentine's Day when you were in school? When you are in Elementary school it is all so innocent. You just can't wait to go and buy your favorite cartoon character Valentine cards. When I was in school, Snoopy and Ziggy were big. You make your Valentine bag for your friends to put your Valentine's in and you give one out to everyone in class. It doesn't matter if you like them or not. I remember reading every single one I got over and over again. I just loved Valentine's Day! When you get to middle school, which for me was fifth grade, you start to have crushes and you hope and pray your crush will send you a Valentine. Sometimes they did and sometimes they didn't and Valentine's Day was not as much fun anymore. When I got to high school they had this horrible tradition of buying carnations for people of Valentine's Day. One of the clubs sold them and it was a contest to see how many carnations you got that day. If you happened to be dating somebody at the time, you really hoped that they would send you flowers to school. That was the ultimate, to be called to the office to pick up the bouquet your boyfriend sent. I never really had a boyfriend during Valentine's Day. I don't know why, I guess my timing was just off. One Valentine's Day, however, I had a secret admirer! A For Real Secret Admirer! He sent me a dozen red roses, a teddy bear, and a balloon. To top it all off, there was a note attached that said, "I Love You," and was signed, "Your Secret Admirer." I was floored! I still remember it like it was yesterday. Unfortunately, my Secret Admirer was a very good friend of mine that had developed a crush on me. I had absolutely no romantic feelings for him, but it was the sweetest thing! My most memorable Valentine's Day came when I was dating my husband. We had been dating for several months but still had not said the "L" word. He walked in my apartment with a bouquet of red roses, three balloons, and a little box. The balloons said "I Love You" and there was a gold heart pendant in the box. He took me out to eat and I spent the whole evening wondering if he was going to say the "L" word. He finally said, "You know, I meant what the balloon said." I had to control myself from laughing out loud, it was so cute and innocent and he was so shy. I will never forget that for as long as I live! I hope you all have a wonderful Valentine's Day and remember that chocolate is good for the soul!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

GREAT NEWS!!

I wrote a few days ago about my funky toes. Well, the doc thought that I may have Lupus or Rheumatoid arthritis and did a whole lotta tests. I was pretty worried and preoccupied about the whole thing. The doc called this morning and I am fine!!!!! I am so happy, I feel like buying something pretty!

Any suggestions?

I literally feel like a new woman. Oh, and my crazy funky purple toes have been caused by blood pressure medicine. Who would of thought?

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Ashamed


We've got church tonight and I was feeling sorry for myself because I have to be there. I thought about and actually wrote a couple of lines in this blog about how I felt over-worked and stressed out etc. etc. blah, blah, blah. Then I erased it and thought, "What do I have to complain about?" And for some reason I thought of the boys in our youth group at church. We have a van ministry at church and the majority of this group has been coming to our church on Wed. nights since they were in the fifth or sixth grade and they always caused trouble. One was even caught, at church, with marijuana that he stole out of his mother's purse. Most of these boys live very hard lives. Lives, thank the Lord, like I have never known and my children will never know. These boys are now in high school and I smile every time I think of them. I have had the blessing of getting to see Christ change them. They not only come on Wed. nights but they are there on Sunday morning and Sunday night and they sit on the front row and are perfect gentlemen. But what has touched my heart more than anything else is the witnesses that they have become. They have been bringing other boys their age to the Lord and it is just wonderful to see. I was feeling sorry for myself about having to go to church tonight and I know why those boys came to mind. My dear Heavenly Father was reminding me that children like those boys are the reason to go on Wednesday night because for a long time that was all of God they got to see. I am humbled and grateful that He has chosen to use me in His will. I hope you all have a wonderful Wednesday and remember God is good for the soul!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

She Gave Me The Plague!

Ok, I've had an interesting past couple of days. Monday afternoon I spent 3 1/2 hours in a doctor's office because I've had purple toes lately. Yeah, it's weird. They finally came up with this thing that can be a symptom of another thing but they had to do more tests (imagine that). So, this morning I go to have blood drawn. Lots and lots and lots of blood drawn. However, before they take me back for the blood letting I had to sit in a waiting room for over an hour. Unfortunately, my agitating, aggravating, disgusting, mucousy cough decided to show up. I was sitting in close proximity to 12 people that had no idea why I was at the lab, but that I must be contagious and they wanted no part of whatever kind of Ebola/Bubonic like thing that I had going on. They had nowhere to run so they all kind of leaned their bodies away from me, pressing their bodies so hard against the wall they may have become permanently attached. I would have laughed out loud at every one of them except for the fact that I was coughing way to hard. I would have paid good money to have had a bloody nose at this point, but no such luck. Evidently the lab tech thought I was a health risk too so she called me on to the back. If I had known coughing up a lung would have gotten me seen sooner I would have been hacking my head off from the moment I walked in. So, that is my helpful hint, pretend that you are a plague carrying Typhoid Mary and you will get called to the back much sooner. By the way, I will keep you all posted on the mystery ailment that has my toes that funky shade of plum.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Happy Birthday To My Baby Boy!



My sweet baby boy turns 7 on Sunday. It is so hard to believe that it has been 7 years since the day he was born. My little girl was so excited when she found out that she was going to get a baby brother, until he actually arrived. She was not happy with him or me. E went to pre-school the next Monday told everyone, "Momma had a baby and now she's in jail." I have no idea where that came from. R's birth compared to E's was a breeze. R was a scheduled c-section and I got to pick the day. The only real surprise was his size. They measured his head a week before delivery and the doctor predicted that he would weigh about 14 lbs.! (no kidding) When he was born he only weighed 7lb.6oz. but had the biggest head you have ever seen! I do not exaggerate when I say that he looked like a bobble head doll. Poor baby, it took him 6 years to grow into his head. Big sister finally forgave me for having baby brother and they get along wonderfully (except for the occasional knock-down-drag-out). God has blessed me with two wonderful children and I pray that they will live long, happy lives for the Lord. I hope you all have a very wonderful weekend and remember that birthday cake is good for the soul!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

I've Been Tagged


OK here are the rules. 1. Go to you pictures file 2. Click on the 6th folder. 3. Click on the 6th picture. 4. Tell who or what it is. 5. Take 6 other people.


I'm cheating, I'm tagging you all!!!! I love pictures.

This picture is of my daughter E. She is sitting in a hum-v (that is probably not correct) that the Army National Guard brought out for our September 11 Remembrance Ceremony in 2008.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Doughnuts & Mexican Food!!

Today, is a GREAT DAY! I had a doughnut for breakfast and leftovers from Mexican for lunch. It doesn't take much to make me happy, a little sugar, fat, and grease and I'm a happy girl. If any of you live around the area I highly recommend going to El Centinela, my fave Mexican restaurant. There is one in Braselton and in Jefferson. El Centinela makes me happy because the food is crazy good. I had what I always have, a burrito loco. It's got fajita chicken and steak and refried beans in a burrito with cheese sauce poured over the top and served with guacamole. Yum!


I also got my camera to working and updated my picture. I'm trying to grow my hair out and it is an excruciating process. I've had short hair for 11 years and usually have cut my hair before it gets to this point. I also, obviously, went darker. It's something different. I've been a whole lot of colors. I'm definitely not afraid to experiment with my hair. I've been a blonde, red head, and a brunette. I've also had really super short hair, you know, like Halle Berry used to have. My husband been begging me to grow my hair out for years and I guess I'll do it this time (maybe).


I am a huge American Idol fan! I love to watch it, but it must be said: Bikini girl needs to be kicked out on her bikini clad behind. I just wanted to ring her neck along with Simon and Randy. And what about the girl that tried to argue her way into the next round. I was embarrassed for her. Ok, I've said my peace, I feel better now.


Have a great day and remember that sugar is good for the soul!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Brains & Eggs

If you are from the South you probably know what brains and eggs are. For those of you not familiar with this concept, it is pig brains and eggs scrambled together. YUCK! I'm sorry, but I cannot eat internal organs. May I add, YUCK! Last summer we were in Myrtle Beach at a local hot dog place. On the wall of the diner was a sign that read "We Serve Brains & Eggs". We also had a guy with us, Charlie, that claimed that he would try anything. Needless to say we decided to put him to the test. They only served brains and eggs for breakfast so we would have to wait 'til the next morning. Sure enough we get up the next morning and head down to the diner and ordered Charlie a great big ol plate of brains and eggs. The cook looked at us like we had lost our minds and pulls out a can of brains (no kidding, you can actually buy brains in a can at the grocery store) and proceeded to scramble them up into the eggs. The piping hot plate of brains and eggs, served with a side of toast, is placed in front of Charlie. He takes a big ol' bite and likes it. He actually likes it. It reminded me of the Life commercial with Mikey. Not to be out done, several of the other guys in our party decide that they are going to try it as well. They all claim that it is, "Not too bad." This included my husband and up until last week I thought that he would eat anything. After all, he will eat chitterlings and brains & eggs. Well, at the men's supper at our church last week, the hubs finally met his match. It came in the form of catfish stew. I was completely unfamiliar with this, but since I don't like fish, that is not too suprising. The catfish is boiled, then the meat pulled off and is added to a milk based stew. He actually couldn't eat it! The man with the cast iron stomache couldn't eat the catfish stew! Ladies, I think hell is about to freeze over!

I'm being completely random now (just a friendly warning that I'm jumping tracks). My digital camera is not working well. I think my rechargeable batteries are recharged out. Anyway, I have not been able to post the pictures of my cute little finds nor do I have a recent picture of myself posted. The one on here now is from September. So stay tuned, I plan on changing the batteries tonight. At any rate I hope you all have a wonderful rest of the day, and remember to keep smiling, it makes people wonder what you're up to! :)