A New Low (Well, Maybe it Should Be a New High)

Another crazy day.  While dropping off Addison at school I remembered that I forgot my bag at home - which I needed today for work and a meeting.  So, back home I go.  My awesome hubby was doing the dishes!  Sweet, brave man as I had let them pile up for about 2 days. 

Off to work I go.  Slammed a Coke Zero on the way in.  Busy, busy morning.  Downed a giant cup of coffee and ate a baby reeses - yes, the breakfast of champions.  Off I go to my Tender Hearts committee meeting (ate a really good cookie there) - where we do quite a bit of walking around the June Hunt Hope Center (which is a truly awesome facility, ck it out --  http://thehopecenterfoundation.org/).  But in high heeled, pointy boots ... ouch.  I rush from there to LakeSide to meet with a tenant, her architect and a contractor.  I'm on a pretty good caffiene and sugar high by this time.  But, I had a few minutes to spare, so of course - a made a quick stop at STARBUCKS!

My meeting starts and I am flying high.  I swear Starbucks is like liquid meth for me.  Humm, is meth liquid? I'm chatting with the architect and the contractor when the tenant walks in.  She says, "Wow Chasity, I didn't know you were expecting!"  I was mortified!  Already not feeling really great about my self image lately ... and this (excuse the pun) was the icing on the cake.  I politely told her that I was not pregnant and that I would never eat again.  Thank you very much.  We finish the meeting and I high tail it out of there to go to Eunice's (nail time - yay).  By the way, I was standing (still in my high heeled pointy toed boots) for entire meeting .

In the car, I decided I had two choices, 1-really never eat again OR 2-go home and polish off the remainder of Addison's chocolate birthday cake. 

I get to Eunice's right "on time" -- 3pm.  I notice that she's looking at me a bit weird.  She tells me that I'm really early - my appt is not until 4pm.  Of course.  The correct time is on my phone calendar ... but my mind seemed to be on a different schedule.  So, I decide to waste some time by walking around Hobby Lobby next door to the salon.  So I walk around Hobby Lobby (yes, still in the same evil boots) for 45 mins and $50.

Go back over and get my nails done.  So happy that my texting and emailing thumb nail has been restored!  I mean really -- I have to use my right thumb to text, since I drive with my left hand!  Duh. 

On the way to get Addison from the rec, I actually feel faint.  I am so tired that I can barely drive, all the way trying to think of what I could feed the family for dinner (just them, as you recall, I vowed to never eat again).  I stumbled into the house, managed to pry off the boots from hell, and got directly into my PJs.  Why is it that PJs just make everything better?  I swear if the dishes had still been stacked in the sink I would have cried.

By default, I decided to make cheesy, spicy corn bread and beans.  The family wasn't overjoyed, yet they ate it with little complaining.  Me, I stuck with yet another diet coke.  (see vow above)

Now I am sitting on the couch, Gracie is snuggled beside me and life is feeling a little better.  Now I must stop procrastinating and get on with doing my research and preparing for my committee meeting tomorrow morning.

tata for now .... from NOT a mommy to be

Switching Radio Stations

(remember-this is from a few wks ago - from a note that I jotted down on my phone)
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As I stated in my blog "profile" - I listen to 94.9 KLTY on the way into the office each morning to listen to praise music and get ready for the day.  My alone time with God in the mornings.

I can just be jamming along to the music and then a commercial comes on and if I don't feel like listening to it - I just push another pre-set button and change stations.

This made me think, so often people treat churches, religions, morals, spouses and beliefs like radio stations.  They disagree with something the church pastor says ... they just pick up and move on to the next church.  They don't like the way that their lifestyle isn't matching up with their religion (the Bible) ... they just move on to the next "religion" where everything goes as they interpret the Bible in many ways, whichever fits the situation they are in.  As Oprah states, there's just not one way to get to what people call Heavan - there are many different ways (oh boy Oprah, won't you have the shock of your life when the end times come?).  She is so influential it's scary.  "check out the Church of Oprah"

Morals?  What are those these days?  Everything goes.  As long as you are happy - that's all that matters.  Worship a cow, a tree, 14 gods.  No matter.  Same thing with spouses, don't like this one, that's okay - divorces are so common, no one even thinks twice about them these days.  Divorce one and move on to the next, the one that you think will be better than the last.  The one that will fulfill your every need.  Yikes, you will set yourself up for disappointment every time.  When Mitchell and I were just dating I admit it, I was head over heels for him, adored him, idolized him.  I can remember him sitting me down and saying that Jesus should be the first and most important man in my life - not him.  He was right.

This world has become a throw-away world.  People don't hold on to their beliefs.  They think that the "grass is always greener on the other side."  Wow.  My heart just breaks for these people.  I want to stand up and shout - STOP.  WAIT.  LISTEN.  LEARN.  BELIEVE - before it is too late!  There is only one way to Heaven.  There is only one way to experience Joy ... Jesus.

John 14:6 (New International Version)



Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.

Switching Radio Stations

(remember-this is from a few wks ago - from a note that I jotted down on my phone)
===================================================
As I stated in my blog "profile" - I listen to 94.9 KLTY on the way into the office each morning to listen to praise music and get ready for the day.  My alone time with God in the mornings.

I can just be jamming along to the music and then a commercial comes on and if I don't feel like listening to it - I just push another pre-set button and change stations.

This made me think, so often people treat churches, religions, morals, spouses and beliefs like radio stations.  They disagree with something the church pastor says ... they just pick up and move on to the next church.  They don't like the way that their lifestyle isn't matching up with their religion (the Bible) ... they just move on to the next "religion" where everything goes as they interpret the Bible in many ways, whichever fits the situation they are in.  As Oprah states, there's just not one way to get to what people call Heavan - there are many different ways (oh boy Oprah, won't you have the shock of your life when the end times come?).  She is so influential it's scary.  "check out the Church of Oprah"

Morals?  What are those these days?  Everything goes.  As long as you are happy - that's all that matters.  Worship a cow, a tree, 14 gods.  No matter.  Same thing with spouses, don't like this one, that's okay - divorces are so common, no one even thinks twice about them these days.  Divorce one and move on to the next, the one that you think will be better than the last.  The one that will fulfill your every need.  Yikes, you will set yourself up for disappointment every time.  When Mitchell and I were just dating I admit it, I was head over heels for him, adored him, idolized him.  I can remember him sitting me down and saying that Jesus should be the first and most important man in my life - not him.  He was right.

This world has become a throw-away world.  People don't hold on to their beliefs.  They think that the "grass is always greener on the other side."  Wow.  My heart just breaks for these people.  I want to stand up and shout - STOP.  WAIT.  LISTEN.  LEARN.  BELIEVE - before it is too late!  There is only one way to Heaven.  There is only one way to experience Joy ... Jesus.

John 14:6 (New International Version)



Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.

Way Behind on Blogging...

I have a ton of notes that I put into my phone regarding things I wanted to blog about ... one was the name of the blog ... hopefully I can decipher the rest since I have not written anything here yet.

Here goes.

Way Behind on Blogging...

I have a ton of notes that I put into my phone regarding things I wanted to blog about ... one was the name of the blog ... hopefully I can decipher the rest since I have not written anything here yet.

Here goes.

The 5 Second Rule ... and George Castanza

Today was just weird.  From the very beginning.  Maybe it was the 2 "non-fat mocha lattes, no whip, extra hot" that I had first thing this morning.  It's the price you pay for "officing" at Starbucks.  And to digress a bit ... have you ever noticed that once you start speaking Starbuck-ese you can't order coffee anywhere else?  If I go into another coffee shop I just stand there and stare at the menu, speechless, lost, a little teary!

Anyway, weird day.  Again it could be the baby reeses and almond joy that I had at the office, after my lattes.  My day ends ... off I go to pick up Addison from school.  Grab her and head home.  Run in, change clothes and take off for physical therapy.  Whew - I actually make it on time.  I did my time there and on the way out I grab a peppermint (the big ones that are soft and chewy--my favorites).  So, I'm walking to the car, juggling my keys while trying to open my candy (because of course I couldn't wait 2 seconds for it until I got into the car).  Then it happened.  The peppermint shot out of the package and out of my hand and landed on the ground.

There for just a split second I contemplated picking it up and eating it (you can't tell me this kind of thought never crossed your mind at some time).  Then the image of George on an episode of Seinfeld came into my mind.  The one where George picks an eclair out of a garbage can and starts eating it.  And in true George fashion, gets caught by the girl he is trying to impress.

I gave one last longing look at the peppermint.  Got in my car and drove away.  Self control at its best!

The Wipers; The Girls; The Nail; IKEA ... oh my

The Wipers:
So, I get into my car this morning.  It's raining so I turn my wipers on (very glad that they are working).  Cruising along to work.  Rain stops.  Wipers, not so much.  I "Swish Swish Swish" all the way to the office.  Ignored the problem this time - didn't even call the hubby or my mechanic, Jennifer.

The Girls:
I'm just sitting at my desk working away and "pop" ... humm, what was that and why do I feel a little freedom?  Then I notice, my bra strap came loose from the back "base" and was hanging out the front of my sweater waving.  I tucked it back in, held up the loose girl and headed for the potty.  I had to almost completely unrobe.  Sweater off.  Bra off.  Re-attach strap.  Sweater back on.  Whew.  Then, another pop.  The OTHER strap came loose and starting waving too.  Here I go again.  Sweater off.  Bra off.  Re-attach other strap.  Sweater back on.  Whew again.  Really --- do these things happen to anyone else?

I leave work, driving home to the sound of my comforting "Swish Swish Swish."  As I'm getting out of the car - yes, you guessed it.  Pop and wave.  Really?  Three times in one day.  Sweater off, cussed out the bra,  threw it on the floor.  Installed new girl holder.  Sweater back on.  Off to get Addison, orthodontist day.

Of course the whole time I'm thinking ... humm, it was probably those extra 30 pounds that they bra just couldn't contain!  Make that 35 since I did have a piece of Addison's birthday cake Sunday night.

Nail:
Oh, I forgot to mention that while at work, my right thumb nail broke off part way -- so of course I kept messing with it and it is now all off and my nail appt is not until Thursday.  I am quite hindered at the moment as that is my texting / emailing thumb.  The day just keeps getting better.

IKEA:
After Addison's orthodontist appt - we head to Buca de Beppo for an early dinner.  Yes, I do realize that I have been griping about my weight and that I'm heading out to eat Italian.  Bite me.  We finish up there and head to IKEA.  I had not been there in forever, but we are girly-ing up the playroom upstairs for Addison.  We had a good time shopping, filling our basket.  Life is good.  Then, we get to the checkout area.  EVERY lane is self check-out.  I LOATHE self check-out lanes.  I ask one of the milling around employees if there were any regular lanes --- um, that would be a no.  I told her that if I had known the check-out procedure then I would have never even came in to shop.  What happened to customer service?  She did offer to check my items out for me at the self check counter, b'cs basically I told her that she could do that or I would leave my full basket right there and leave.  Note - that's all she did was scan the items, she then turned and walked away.  Thanks for helping me put the items back into the basket.  She must be the Employee of the Month.  There was a lady behind me at another self checkout station saying the same thing.  WHY WHY do stores do this to us?  We have to shop for our stuff, check ourselves out, bag our own stuff and then carry it out to our cars.  Maybe they will start having us unpack their boxes and shelve items too.  Then they could just employee two people to work the store.  I just don't understand this concept.  SideNote:  At least at Market Street - everyone is super nice, friendly, knowledgeable and they INSIST on carrying your bags out for you - with a smile!!!

This is about all I can take today.  Am I taking all of this a bit too serious? Or can y'all feel my pain?  On top of my misery, while leaving IKEA, Addison turns to me and says, "that wasn't very Christian like mom."  What could I say, she was right!

Birthday Bash - The After-Math

So, as you read on the previous post - the party was great.  Of course I had to take photos to upload on FB.  I uploaded the photos Saturday morning.  Oh boy!

Well, when I got dressed Friday night ... I was thinking that I looked pretty good.  Black boots, boyfriend jeans, long sleeved black thermal shirt and my new Cabi jean jacket.  Make-up, done.  Hair, done.  All is well.

I'm not sure what happened between leaving the house and arriving at the restaurant, but something unnatural occured according to the photographs that were taken during the night.  While we were driving around, a bit lost, somehow about 30 pounds jumped into the car and on my bottom half.  It must have happened when we were stopped at a stop sign.  What else could it be?  I swear I didn't look that bad when I left the house.  Maybe I have freaky fun house mirrors in my bathroom that makes my butt look smaller.  Also, during this random act of fatness --- my hair fell totally flat, my make-up disappeared and I took on a develish look around my eyes!

This is just a warning for those of you that have to drive around downtown Dallas --- random acts of fatness can occur at any time.  Keep your doors locked at all time!  And just to be on the safe side, avoid all photo ops!

Addison's 13th B-Day Bash

Overall the party was a great success.  First, Addison is so blessed to have such an awesome core group of friends.  Becca, who Addison has known since pre-school at Primrose; Britt, who Addison has known since before their first cheer leading year together (kindergarten I think); Ashley, who Addison met at church a few years ago and is now school friends with too; and Haley, who Addison met at Huffman.  These girls had such a fun time.  They were fun.  They were nice and polite - not only to each other but to all others we encountered.

We started the night off at our house.  Chris (Britt's mom) volunteered to drive so that we could all fit into her car.  You are AWESOME Chris!!!  Well, off we go to The "New" Hard Rock Cafe.  We input the address into Chris' iPhone and start our journey.  Without boring everyone with the tedious details .. we FINALLY made it to The Hard Rock.  By the way --- bad GPS, bad GPS.  Humm.  The place was not what you would call hoppin'.  It was very modern - way too modern for the Hard Rock.  Posters of Kelly Clarkson and outfits from Brittany Spears were displayed...??? I'm sorry??? Since when do they belong at The Hard Rock???  I told the girls to go pose by the Motley Crue guitar ... they were all like, who?  Thank goodness we had a really great waitress - she made the dinner really fun.  Towards the end - most of the restaurant was up doing THRILLER.  It was great.

Off we head to the Palladium Club for the Colby Caillat concert.  The start time was 8pm ... I think Colby finally came on at 10pm!  After 2 long and boring opening acts, and then another 30 mins of just waiting.  Everyone was more than anxious to have her come out.  I didn't realize also that Colby had such a lesbian following.  There were lesbians galore ... snuggling, holding hands, etc.  Nice.  Yes, such a nice thing to expose the kids too.  After about 3 songs and way too much goofy talk from Colby - the girls were ready to call it a night.

Back to the house.  The girls were too tired for cake, but of course, Addison did manage to get her presents opened!

The next morning - you guessed it, cake for breakfast.  The breakfast of champions!!!

All in all a good party.  And a special night for my sweet girl.

Beware ---

I'm going to post about 14 million blogs right now!  Hang on!

The Wipers on the Bus go Swish, Swish, Swish, Swish ....

Ok.  So I get in my car this morning.  Back out of the garage -- just like any other normal day.  I notice, WOW -- it's not even raining today.  Life is good.  Then I notice that my wind shield wipers are on and just swishing away.  I look down, make sure they are in the OFF position, and they just keep swishing away.  I turn the control to High ... Swish Swish Swish, I turn it to Low ... Swish Swish Swish, I turn it off again ... Swish Swish Swish.

So here I go, taking Addison to school - swishing all the way.  While in the carpool lane, I did turn on the wiper fluid thingy on, so at least it would look like I had the wipers on for a reason. 

Continuing on my way to the office, I call Mitchell (not in the best mood so he mentioned something about a fuse and what did I expect him to do about it).  Next, I call Jennifer of course, because, well, just because.  She mentions the fuse thing too.  Am I the only one not schooled in fuses?  I pull over.  Get out my flashlight (yes, I keep a flashlight and a tape measure in the glove box) and begin to search under the steering column for this mystery fuse I've heard so much about.  Nada!

I swish my way all the way to the office where I finally break down and look in the owner's manual.  Come to find out my fuse box is under the hood.  Great.  Well, my partner in crime pulls up beside me so we set out to fix the problem.  I mean really, we have given birth to real live little people - this should be a breeze.

Well, I'm not going to admit how long it took me to get the hood open ... but I finally did.  We found the fuse box.  As I begin to pry the top off the fuse box, I hear a loud crack.  At this point, I'm thinking ummm, maybe I pulled a little too hard.  Then I hear the sound of something metal falling down into the engine area.  Jenn looks at me and we decide to do what any women would do -- ignore it.

We found the correct fuse and of course we couldn't get it out, not even with my well manicured nails.  By this time we both have greasy hands and are realizing that our dream of opening up our own car repair shop is slowing going down the drain!  Thank goodness our dear bldg engineer (Pedro) strolls by.  I talk him into getting some pliers and after about 5 minutes, the fuse is FREE.  I'm so happy.  I'm do a little jig.  Well, I get back into the car, start it and here it goes again, Swish Swish Swish.  Dejected, I give up and go into the office to do my real job (and of course to disenfect my hands).

My dear hubby shows up a bit later at my office, still not in the best mood.  He's all upset -- he thought I said the wipers were on even if the engine was shut off (I never said this, just more proof that he never listens to me).  He had come over to check things out so that my battery wouldn't run down.  I figured this was NOT the time to mention me breaking the box thing and something clanking down in the engine area.

So, my work day ends.  I get into the car ... Swish Swish Swish.  At this point -- I just give up; however, by the time I exit the parking garage - the wipers just stop.  WHEW. 

Let's just hope they actually work the next time I really need them!!!

Thank you Jennifer, my dear friend and mechanic!

What a day!

It has been quite a day!! I can hardly wait for Chasity's blog entry.

I promise, it will be a good one!

Jenn

Blogging???

I cannot believe I'm "blogging". Generally I don't think my life is very interesting although an occasional "good" story will come out of some of my life experiences. Most of those stories involve my children. They do keep life interesting.

Fat girls wear boots too was simply something I said one day in frustration. Because I CANNOT find a pair of boots I can zip up around my calves. It's no secret, I'm not as thin as I used to be. And I use the word "thin" loosely here. I've always thought of myself as "big boned". But GEEZE, I'd like to sport a nice pair of boots every now and then.

I want to be fashionable no matter my size. AND, this girl needs a pair of ROCKIN' cool boots for the Fall! The search has begun for a pair I can actually zip without cutting off the circulation to my feet.

To be continued...

Jenn