Trying to fit a watermelon into a pin hole....

Okay, before I let your minds wander off too much, it isn't what you think. I happen to be talking about my breasts. :)

I've been on a quest to find a cute but sexy [enough] halloween costume to wear this year. Since I have dropped my 30+ pounds I am noticing that the larger costumes are TOO large, but where the smaller ones fit great on my body, they lack fabric in the breast area. I figured as I lost weight I would lose boobs. I braced myself for it and was happier and happier as the days went by and the numbers on the scale kept getting smaller and my breasts did not. I didn't realize what a predicament it put me in until last night. I finally located the costume I had been drooling over for the past two years, and I swore I wouldn't wear it until I slimmed down. This was the year, I thought to myself. I walked over, grabbed the package and ran to the dressing room. It looks perfect down to the smallest detail. My ass looked great, my tummy nice and flat, all I have to do now is pull the top up and......

There I was, staring face to face with a top that had, what I like to call, allocated boob zone. For those of you who don't have the same imagination as me, let me explain. Some designers make tops with a certain area designated for the boobs. It is great for people with average size breasts or even smaller breasts, as it accentuates the area. In my case = my worst enemy. All these years of pining over this one costume, only to be shot down within one quick moment thanks to the unthoughtful costume designer not looking out for the big boobie girls of the world.

So my question to my readers out there is, have you had this problem before? If so, what did you do?


Back from the Dead

That is about the only way I can sum it up. My world turned into a madhouse after my last post and, unfortunately, this was the easiest/most logical thing to cut from my schedule. Things have seemed to calm down a little bit so I feel like maybe I should give this another try. Also, I feel a lot better after I blog.

Let's see, first thing is first. I have managed to drop thirty pounds since I've started my quest for dropping the pounds. It is still not everything I want to lose but I already feel amazing and am able to wear between small and medium clothes in juniors, so ...yea, excitement! Pic below :)

I have managed to cross a couple things off of my bucket list. I was actually able to attend TWO Yankees games this season. Now, I know they don't really count since I saw them while they were playing in Texas, but I am pretty content for now to semi-check it off of my list.

I finally feel comfortable here, like it is my home. I have met some pretty amazing people and have formed some long lasting friendships. Everything finally seems to be going right, everything back on track && I'm ready to rock out.

Anyways, I'm going to try to start blogging daily [hey, no snickers here, you know I do my best ;)].....okay maybe I should stick with weekly first and see where to go from there. You guys have a lot of catching up to do :)



Inspiration comes in different ways, shapes and sizes. Today I got a bit of inspiration and renewed faith in myself. My mind turned to my blog. The one thing I have always had control over (not including the times I've used it to take a jab at someone I KNEW would be reading). It is always here for me to vent to, lash out at, share happiness with.

But lately, I've let it fall to the waste side. Well, let's be honest, I never build it up to the capacity I meant to. It has always been a work in progress since its existence. This blog was meant to be a place to not only log my thoughts and dreams but to keep track of important memories/stories/jokes that may fall from my memory after time. To share my taste in music, food and alcohol. But most importantly, my love of fashion. Whether it be cute clothes, great accessories, or fantastic/stylish new make ups, that is where my heart is and belongs.

So I'm holding myself accountable and completely responsible. This blog will be turned around and become what it was meant to be. I will continue to bring you my random stories, but hopefully with more random bits of happiness and newness in between.

I hope those of you who have been my faithful followers from the very beginning will continue to stay with me. :)


The Scare....

Okay, let me stop you before you get too excited, especially those of you who know me personally. NOT a pregnancy scare (though we have been getting an OVERWHELMING amount of suggestions that we have children since we are so established, but I digress) but a scare of all scares concerning my puppy dog. Now, as many of you can sense from some of my blogs, I am OBSESSED (yes, the caps are necessary because I admit I have a problem) with my pup pup. He will be turning five in July and I have had him since he was just a few months old. Hubby and I have raised him and he has become like a family member/child. I know some of you parents out there are probably shaking your heads that I am comparing a dog to a child BUT, don't judge me :p

He is a large black lab mix, who stands taller than me (at 5'6) when on his hind legs. Despite his size, he still thinks he is a lap dog and will climb on top of me if I make the mistake of sitting on the ground. He is the biggest love bug you will ever meet.

Monday night I curled up in our enormous new king size pillow top (aka a cloud smack dab in the middle of heave) bed and fell asleep. In the middle of the night I heard a strange noise, but was so tired I thought it was a dream. I quickly fell back asleep only to wake up to the same noise at about 5 a.m. That sound was very distinct, the sound of vomit coming up and hitting the floor. It was not hubby, as he was still asleep in bed, but my faithful pup companion. He looked at me in horror, probably thinking he was going to get in trouble for doing something bad. Poor little guy.

I will spare you all of the disgusting details though. Long and short is this is the first time he has thrown up since he was a puppy. When we first adopted him he was not in the best condition and stupid amounts of money later, he was fine. He HAS been fine until that night. I had hubby check on him yesterday during the day since I was at work. When he got home he discovered he had been sick more and I asked that he take him to the vet immediately. He was one sick pup.

Diagnosis? After running every test under the sun, we discovered his enzyme levels in his kidney are slightly elevated. We were told once the enzymes raise like that there is already damage done and the kidney will never operate to the exact full capacity it did before. Solution? Prescription dog food for the rest of his life. Real kicker? low in protein but high in fat. Should be interesting trying to exercise him MORE than we already do.

All in all, it was worth the money to find out early what was going on with pup pup AND it made me appreciate him even more than I did before.


I have a feeling

that our pup is LOVING the new house...just ignore the long weeds that are being taken care of today. It makes me feel calm inside to see him loving the new house so much!

In broad daylight...

The timing couldn't have been more perfect. I noticed the neighborhood hubby had picked out to live in about a year ago was turning downwards...and FAST! The rental property was meant to save him money. He didn't have to worry about the looks or age because it was to be just him living in it. So, of course, it worked out that I landed a job and moved in with him shortly after he arrived at this house. It was horrible. We will just leave it at that. I missed our original house in the super safe neighborhood. Now, we were forced to mingle with people who didn't like to pick up their garbage and kept a million stray cats around outside (I really dislike cats).

So naturally, when we bought a house, I did the research and selected the neighborhood. All the lawns were well manicured and maintained. I saw a random cat here and there, but for the most part I saw people walking their dogs around the neighborhood and they looked at ease with the situation. It looked like everyone worked during the day, came home, played with their children out front/walked their dogs/socialized with the neighbors. This made my decision easy!

All my time and effort paid off, we purchased the house. Now the last thing we needed to do was successfully move out of the shady rental property. Sounds simple right? Well, not exactly! The person who rented before was a co-worker of my hubby AND was also friends with the property manager. Naturally, everyone had faith that he would take care of the property like he should have. And of course, to our misfortune he did not, which left us twice the clean up and work when we moved out. I had hubby and a few of his muscular friends do most of the moving. I was in charge of the breakables (come on, who would honestly leave the glass to the strong marines?? not a good idea!) and of course, the clean up.

I decided to take the opportunity and trash a lot of stuff we had. We had been starting fresh, time to become adults. We no longer need to live with college plastic ware and mix matched items. I bagged items up quickly and placed them on the street. After I was finished for the day, I began loading my car up with the smaller things, when I noticed my garbage had been ripped through. It was very obvious it was a person who did this, not an animal. I was FURIOUS. I rebagged the garbage, went inside, grabbed the last bit of the breakables and began loading them into my car. Still furious. I notice a few houses over, a car backing into the driveway. The car is making a lot of noise and is kind of shady looking. Nothing is unusual to me, this is a house that has had police cars in front of it a few times in the past month. I think to myself "thank GOD we are getting out of here, this is one step away from becoming the ghetto." One of the guys that gets out gives me a dirty look and I throw one back his way. I'm scrappy, I don't take shit. I get in my car and peel out, only a couple more trips and I can kiss this place goodbye!

I make another trip, but this time I make hubby come with me, I am not liking the vibe from the old neighborhood anymore. Hubby is cleaning off the lawn mower to load it up and I grab the last bit from inside. When I come out I noticed a girl talking to my hubby and by the time I join the conversation I gather than they had been robbed, in broad day light! The burglars backed into their driveway and loaded their car up with items from their garage and took off. My heart started racing then sank, I watched the people do it. I waited for her to walk away, and I told hubby that I had seen the whole thing. He laughed and started to walk away, I started contemplating if I should tell the neighbors when hubby stopped me dead in thought by saying a neighbor across the street had written down the license number. O thank goodness! I thought to myself. But I still can't help but feeling guilty that I watched it and didn't realize it.

Moral of the story, if you let trash and shady characters hang out by your house, how is anyone supposed to know when you are getting robbed?! haha


When All Logic Fails, Resort to Name Calling...?

**Disclaimer-- I wrote this blog quite a while back, while searching for a clip of this incident. I gave up after a while, thought to myself "hmm let's give it some time, I'm sure they will have a clip of her calling this man an 'ass'. Time passed by and honestly, I forgot, then I looked again, only to give up quickly so that I don't spend half my day googling "meme roth calls man ass"**

While organizing things around the house last night and listening to Fox News (yes, yes, I said it, now all of my readers can either love me more or decide they hate me for no reason, other than that I tend to be more sane than the left wing nut jobs), and interesting topic was being discussed: childhood obesity. Not just childhood obesity, but the fact that there are laws being passed making it illegal for fast food restaurants to offer toys with their meals. Now, usually, I probably couldn't care one way or the other. First, we don't have children, so I'd only be standing ground off of an assumption viewpoint. Secondly, when we do have kids, a toy will not be the selling point of whether my child gets fast food or not. Because I, as a mother, will tell them yes or no. Because I'm the boss & that's the way it goes (what, you know you mother's out there say the same thing, momma's the boss always, that's how it was in my home growing up).

Anyways, the point that the government is now going to be controlling silly things (okay let me not downplay childhood obesity since it is growing, no pun intended, like wild fire) kind of bothers me. What will they start controlling next? Honestly, if we are going to get this aggressive about stopping childhood obesity, they may want to make it a law that each child will have to ride their bike to school, as opposed to riding the bus.

Either way, no matter how you feel about it, each side had valid points that made me nod my head to in agreement. But it seems that the advocate of the "no toys with food" law ran out of valid points and/or arguments and resorted to name calling on public television. Now, it was not a horrible display of vulgar language. {{"[guys name] don't be an ass"}}Hey, I call people asses all the time, but not on public television and not because they simply disagree with my logic/views/morals/etc.

Anyways, by the end of the segment I was giggling a little and shaking my head saying "Meme Roth, maybe you're the ass."


Happy Homeowners!

Well, hello there loyal followers!! Sorry for the length in absence. I have been insanely busy with work, and of course, closing on our new house! Yes, we FINALLY closed on our house. I was/am so proud of myself for being able to figure it out and make it happen! I actually had to have the title company fix something because I caught a mistake in their numbers, pretty swift huh?! Anyways, regardless of all of the stress and time put into the process, it was SO worth it. We are happy homeowners!

So the craziness begins. We have quite a bit of time between when we need to move out of our rental so I decided we should have fresh paint on every wall on the inside and possibly put in new flooring in a couple of the rooms. I was lucky enough to inherit some of the beautiful flowers to the original owners left behind. I think I'm going to post before AND after pictures on my blog and also get some tips/suggestions. It is times like these I wish my Papa were still alive so that he could add his special touches with the carpentry inside our home.

Everything seems like it is falling into place. Hubby seems to be getting into the new house, even coming on excersions to Home Depot, Lowes, etc. to help with paint samples/floor samples. He even suggested a trip to IKEA this weekend before/after the Rangers baseball game to help inspire me. Sometimes I swear I must have been a saint in my past life to deserve him.

Anywho, there are a lot of things I want to catch you guys up on in regards to the latest happenings in my life/news/politics...so I'm hoping to do that sometime today.



A commercial/tv show/movie comes out and you can really identify with it. Sometimes it is so close to your real life that it is scary. Well, this is one of those times. Hubby & I were sitting, eating our BIGGEST LOSER dinner and watching t.v. when a new commercial came on (well new to me because I have never seen it). I was dying with laughter by the end of it because I swear they made this commercial off of my 90 pound dog who thinks he is mommy's little baby/lap dog. Enjoy!


Scene it!

Ever have a moment in time where you have a movie/tv scene stuck in your head for the longest time and you can't get it out no matter how hard you try? Well this is the scene stuck in my head today. lol. Enjoy!

Today's Music Selection

I can't decide between the two, so you will have two great, and VERY different songs for the day.



Self Renewal

Every now and then, we need to give ourself permission to breakdown. We have to let it all out and release the negativity/toxicity that has been eating us alive. We have to push it out until we have nothing left.

Last week was that week for me. I had let everything build up so much that I was at my breaking point. Stupid, small, tiny little problems built up until they were as large as....well something very large haha. I don't want to dwell on it much, because to be honest, I let it all out, it feels great and I'm ready to begin again.

I have been so fortunate to be blessed with a husband who has put up with me and all of my craziness. There were so many times that he should have run for the hills. There were so many times that I TRIED to push him away (not consciously but looking back, I definitely did quite a few times) but he never left my side.

Anyways, the whole point of this blog is to let you guys know, it is okay to let your guard down. Don't live your whole life trying to put on a front of happiness. If you are sad, say you are sad. It seems to help you get over that sadness twice as quickly. If you are happy, share that happiness with everyone. In the long run, I'm sure it will add some years onto your life. && make you a hell of a lot easier to be around :)

I had an amazing weekend full with friends and, of course, my hubby. Yesterday we attended our Easter party at our friends, which we do EVERY year. We have been lucky to be moved around with them and have know them for about five years (very rare for a military family to be together that long). Anyways, hubby and I took home the gold in the Egg Toss and Three-legged race. Yea, we pretty much rock! All in all it was a great weekend and I'm hoping this week will continue the pattern.

Happy Monday ya'll!!


Spring is in the Air!!


Forget love give me Spring!! Howdy my followers/fellow bloggers! It has been quite a while!! I'd love to say I've been so busy because I've won the lottery, but I haven't, so I'll have to stick to the truth of the fact that I'm horrible at consistency and keeping up with my blog!

Where to begin, where to begin! Well I guess I should start with the most pressing/obvious. I have been in the WORST mood of my life. Seriously, for the past week or so, I've feared for my hubby's life. Okay, I won't go that far BUT I have been pretty satan-like, and it is not very becoming for a lady such as myself. I have been so negative that it is unbelievable. I almost felt like I did about a year ago. I quickly snapped myself out of it though. I also came in today to see that one of my favorite bloggers, Tami G, was apparently in the same funk as me, until she determined to push away the yucky! So that is what I'm determined to do as well!

We are closing on our house in about two weeks. I'm very anxious/nervous about that. I think that may have something to do with my frustrations/stress right now. We have been hoarding money like crazy to keep a back up of funds if it is needed. I think we will be fine, but at this point I am just ready for this closing to be done & over and have us in our new house, unpacked and settled in. Also, I'm a big garden person. I love growing my own plants and flowers. It is killing me to not be able to get my hands on my new gardens and start working away to beautify them. I need to learn to be patient and take deep breaths and wait it out I guess.

Also, I met someone yesterday that had been offered a severance pay in order to keep the sexual harassment she suffered hush hush. At first I was shocked that a law firm would do such a thing. Then I started thinking, hmmm maybe I need to give details, line by line, to my old employers and have them give me hush money. I'm sure I would get way more than this girl did considering the law firm actually knew what was being done to me, along with at least three others. (grrrossssss).

But I digress, as usual! I'm super excited because they Yankees are coming to play the Rangers not on one but TWO occasions!!! & of course, I will be at both this summer!! I LOOOVE it!! Also, this weekend I'm getting in some rock climbing ANNND spending the rest of the day at a lake with some friends. Hopefully we will manage to pack in some sailing and jet skiing, but we will see. Hopefully I'll have some pics to post!

Hope everyone has been doing well and not losing too much faith in my blogging!!


Good Day

Have you ever had one of those days where you can just tell it is going to be a GOOD day? (much like the ones where you can tell they are going to be horrible). Well, today I can just tell is going to be a great day! I woke up before my alarm went off feeling refreshed. Had puppy dog follow me around wagging his tail. Hubby turned on the teley and this song was on, yet again!, and it puts me in the best mood imaginable!! I must confess that I originally thought it was Jason Mraz when I first heard it (so sue me!) but then I realized that I think I've fallen for Michael Buble's wonderful talent/singing voice and of course that adorable face of his.

I used the new beauty product I'm selling last night and this morning and my skin feels amazing!Who would have thought soft skin would help set the mood for the day!

Now to leave you with a funny before I start work. This morning I was able to get out of the house early enough to treat myself to a QT cappuccino (the only QT is about 5 minutes out of the way so I'm only allowed it when I leave early, which is hardly ever lately). I grabbed my cappuccino, my apple, orange and water and headed to the counter. I opted out of the plastic bag (gotta save the world ya know?!) and managed to juggle my way to the car. I grabbed my key to unlock the door (note to self: need to get the remoteless key fixed) only to discover that someone must have tampered with my lock, it won't open! After a few unsuccessful tries, panic set in. I stepped back only to realize it wasn't my car! Thank goodness the person who it belongs to did not walk out during my adventure, they would have likely called the cops alerting them that there was a crazy lady running around juggling fruits trying to break into people's cars. teee hheee..

Have a great day guys!!


We're All Irish Today!!

Happy St. Patty's Day!! No blog today, too much going on, BUT I will leave you with this simple/funny quote. Have a great day!

May you be in heaven a half hour before the devil knows you're dead!


I Won't Give Into You

Food that is! Recently hubby & I had dinner with our good friends before hitting a movie. The location? Razzoo's downtown. Different from the Razzoo's back home (which is a bar/club on bourbon), this Razzoo's is a restaurant that lends a cajun feel and pretty damn good seafood considering the area. But I digress, I came to the realization that night (took me long enough I know!) that maybe the reason my hometown is so overly fat/morbidly obese is because of our great food. It seems as though the staple to most of our meals have large quantities of rice and/or pasta. No wonder we are all wandering around looking like the State Puff Marshmellow Man!!

I got ill to my stomach pretty quick just thinking about eating everything that was on my plate (probably 10 pounds of pasta!). I began realizing, more so than I have lately, how much food has a factor in my life. When you are young you can eat anything and everything. Once you pack on a few extra pounds (or in my case about a million), food becomes your obsession. Not necessarily EATING the food, but worried about what you should and shouldn't eat. I catch myself thinking about what I should cook for dinner that night in order to avoid over eating/eating to late.
Anyways, I keep picking up little tid bits of information here and there & I figured I would share with you when I find some interesting ones as I know a good bit of my followers or on a weight-loss journey such as myself.

The Chinese consume three times as much as we Americans do but their means consists of fiber-rich veggies, fruits and beans, while meat only makes up 2% of their meals (mainly used to add a little flavor to a dish)
Japan lives by the "hara hachi bunme" motto- eating until 80% full. They also wait 20 minutes before heading for seconds

If you have a Starbucks 16-ounce salted caramel hot chocolate with whipped cream (640 calories) you would have to do 62 minutes on the stair climber. YIKES!!

USE THE BUDDY SYSTEM- have a weight loss buddy. I know it sounds silly, but if you feel you will be held accountable for that extra brownie, maybe you might put it down and step away? This is a promise to anyone reading this, I will be your buddy if you need it. Leave me a comment or message me and we can exchange information. I'm in if you are!

Most of these fun facts came from Shape Magazine, which I absolutely love && recommend everyone to subscribe to :)


Second Sunday

Happy Monday to all!! I wanted to start off my blog this morning by letting everyone know that, once again, I ran into the baby hookers this weekend. Actually, to be fair, I'm not positive it was the same group of little girls, BUT they did have the tiny clothes and adult heels/makeup/accessories that were probably older than them. It made me so sad then made me start wondering "do I live close to a child prostitution ring??!"

Speaking of neighborhoods, we are closing on our new house next month and I'm SO excited/happy/nervous. The house is BEAUTIFUL. My favorite part of it all?? That would be the patio that overlooks the beautiful green scenery behind us, where no one can ever build. Ahh, I'm so excited!!

This weekend was the big St. Patty's day parade over here in Dallas on Greenville Avenue. A group of our friends and I caught the train in from Fort Worth. It was packed, later to find out there were 80,000 people on the street that day. It was crazy and definitely worth the trip. It was the closest thing I've seen to Mardi Gras, made me feel like I was home for a minute. Especially when we got on one train and it smelled like the Zoo. Anyways, the best part of it all, there was a Borat wanna be...enjoy :)


Wherever I May Roam

So I try to post at least one song a week or so that just makes me want to dance/shake my booty/sing at the top of my lungs/ jump up on a bar/ take my clothes off.....what??...too far?? lol...anyways, this is one of my favs this week...it is an old one BUT I can't get it out of my head...so enjoy- Metallica- Wherever I May Roam (dang youtube won't let me embed the official vids grrr)

Butt Prints on the Glasstop Desk

That about sums up what came to my mind when I recently saw an old man who looked like my last boss. I remember the day I found out about his many *man do I mean MANY* office flings. I became sick to my stomach thinking about it as I was the one cleaning his office due to my OCD/cleaning disorder/control freak-ness/organizational disorder. I thought of how many times I probably cleaned off dried baby juice and didn't even realize it. Then I have to stop myself before I throw up like I did when I first found out.

Instead, I let my thoughts take me back to the people I used to work with. I feel bad for the one older lady who I honestly think is still clueless to it all. She actually isn't a bad person. I can't say anything about her lack of work ethic because, shoot, maybe I'll be like that when I get old, too tired to give a damn. She prided herself on her appearance, but deep down you could tell she wasn't a bad person. Things that came out of her mouth every now and then gave way to a soft side that she didn't like to show. When my old boss walked past her you could see the true love/adoration in her eyes towards him. She honestly loved him. She really had no clue what a shitbag he was. Neither did I. I used to go in his office to have him sign letters as he told me sob story after sob story of how this girl left him and this girl accused him of cheating, never true of course (riiiiight).

Anyways, after a while, I felt like I had a friend more than a boss, which was great. I was able to leave pretty much whenever I wanted and only got in trouble on the rariest of occassions when my younger boss got irritated. I was living the dream. I was away from hubby so I was drinking constantly. After bills and booze I barely had two dimes to rub together, but I didn't care. The alcohol numbed the reality, for a while at least. I started getting the cold shoulder from my older co-worker due to my new found friendship with her love. Rumors began and of course, I became a topic of one of her catty co-workers blog posting. It didn't and still doesn't bother me. I know she was hurt because she thought something was going on and her old friend was trying to stick up for her. That's what friends do. Neither of them would have thought twice about this if they really knew what this guy was doing, but that is neither here nor there.

I began to become suspicious of his motives after a few references, so I started digging deeper into his past. It became very obvious he was divorced due to his infidelity and I honestly felt heartbroken for his ex-wife. MY thoughts drifted back to my co-worker, so obviously oblivious to what a dog he was. Stories of ex-girlfriends made their way to the surface and it became clear this man couldn't keep it in his pants.

It wasn't long before I realized I needed to get out of this place before I ended up like him. Someone who couldn't commit to one person, someone who couldn't tell the truth if his life depended on it. One lie lead into another, until he couldn't see through all of the bull shit.

I do regret not giving my other younger boss the chance to finish stuff up with me before I took off, but I think if he ever found out what happened he would agree with my situation (if he, say, put his newly made wife in my situation he would understand completely with my actions).

I was told by a friend still employed that IT uncovered lots of deleted [inapproriate] emails that my boss had sent to me and many others, though he was still and IS still employed with them.

Later I was called by another friend. She was barely speaking through tears and in an angry voice wanted to know what he tried to do with me. She then went on to tell me the things he did to her, she did to him and the things they did together. In his office, on the desk, all over. I became sick to my stomach and had to grab the toilet. I had cleaned that desk so many times, so unaware that stuff like that happened on it.

Anyways, so weird that all of these thoughts and memories surfaced just from seeing this poor old guy sitting all alone on the street.


Know-it-alls, jerk kids, & great wolves...O MY!!

So I'm sure you can't really gather from the subject line exactly what I'm talking about, so please let me explain.

You see, this past weekend was originally planned to be filled with a lot of crazy randomness (like trying out for Wheel of Fortune) BUT at last minute (Friday morning to be exact) we were called and given the opportunity to attend a marriage enrichment retreat. It was a shock to me since when we were given the opportunity to sign up for the "backup" list there were about 3 couples ahead of us. Many of the people that were going to be in definite attendance were all officers or high enlisted ranks. I assumed they were given the priority and pretty much wrote the retreat off as a loss. I would LOVE to go, but I didn't want to get my hopes up. You see, we attended one of these before and ABSOLUTELY LOVED it to pieces. It is basically a weekend at a nice hotel, all expenses paid, meals on the house, etc. etc., all you have to do is attend these workshops to help with communication, etc.

Anyways, to cut it short, we were called and told there was a spot opened. I was able to arrange care for puppy pup (which ended up causing me tears because I am apparently a big ninny when it comes to my only "child") and we were ready to rock and roll our weekend away at the Great Wolf Lodge.

Now, for those of you who are not from the DFW area, or still semi-new to it, as I am, the Great Wolf Lodge is a great place...if you have children. To be completely fair, they have pretty nice rooms, but other than that, NOT a place to have a marriage retreat. We later found out the Army was doing a family retreat in the same location, which made total sense to me. There is an indoor water park, storytime and a neat game that lets the kids run around the entire hotel pointing their wands at things and making them come to life. Sounds great if you are a parent right?? Well what if you were a parent and you were told about this amazing experience then told they would not be providing child care? That would be like telling your child you are going to put them in the car, drive them to chuck e. cheese and they would wait in the parking lot while you ran in to play. NO sense whatsoever.

But I digress, the facilitator was great. He forwarded on a lot of useful/helpful information. We took a break and let hubby get his cancer-stick fix with another couple. As we stood out there, the four of us talking, another couple from the retreat came out to join in conversation. It went randomly from tattoos to a "cool club downtown made out of ice." I began telling the girl I knew about the place we had went to that had the ice sculptures and it was too cold for my taste, but before I could complete my sentence, the know-it-all who had butted her way in the convo blurted "I KNOW, we lived here BEFORE our last station, I know all about that place." And I had to bite my tongue. Just exactly who asked you? And just why do you think that you needed to nose in our conversation that had nothing to do about you or where you have previously lived? The congregation quickly ended and hubby and I and the other couple we were friends with grabbed a drink at a non-iced bar while the know-it-all went out and partied all night, as evidenced from her haggard appearance at the seminar the next morning.

We were given SO much free time during the retreat we were able to utilize the indoor water park completely free. It was a pretty great experience I have to say. I did begin to realize at this point, what spoiled brats were in attendance at this lodge. I know the rooms are more pricey so the children there were from money (at least somewhat) and you could tell the ones that had little to no parent involvement in their life.

A certain situation occurred that still pisses me off. While we waited in line on the stairs leading up to one of the biggest slides, we noticed two groups of kids in front of us. A group of about 5 young girls (ranging from ages 7 to 9), all black except for one little white girl (who was apparently the runt of the group, being a pretty short stature compared to the other girls). The other "group" consisted of two little shit head boys. We noticed they were taunting the girls, talking to them in a Jamaican accent and talking to the little white girl about her taa-taa's. We all knew that we couldn't physically do anything to the boys (though I will tell you many scenarios played out in my head, flipping him over the railing, or better yet, hanging him by his trunks from the edge....) but we couldn't stand by while these little girls, who were minding their own business, were literally getting verbally abused. We made a few comments that scared the kid to shut up but noticed after the line split and they went in another the taunting began again. Luckily for the little girls another group of marines and spouses we knew went behind them and we passed the word along. By the end of it, I'm sure the little girls learned words they didn't know yet, but I still wish I would have waited at the bottom of the slide to follow those snot nose punks to their parents to let them know what they did. Chances are their parents are the same, kids learn a lot of things from their parents BUT at least I would have been able to kick a grow adults ass for the ignorance they have passed on.

Sheesh. What began as a relaxing weekend turned out to be an absolute nightmare!!


HAPPY FRIDAY && Home Sweet Home

Well, happy Friday to you all!! I have been horrible at keeping up like I want to with this thing, but the guy is still looking at our laptop (wondering if any inappropriate pics may be on there for his amusement...hmmmm) and I've been super busy at work (which is awesome in my book). It seems like the legal business is starting to kick up again in the area, which is a much welcomed blessing to all of these starving attorneys in the area.

So, our latest adventure might you ask? Oh, not much, just buying a house! Ahh, yes, I said it, buying a house. And not a barbie house, a real life house that both hubby, myself and our pup pup can live comfortably in forever and ever and build our family in, eventually. This whole thing has been such a learning experience for me and an eye opener to hubby that he wouldn't really be able to do much of anything without my taking charge and smarts :)

What else, what else. O, so I did manage to successfully get through the system for Big Brothers Big Sisters and have been matched for about two months now with a little. He is GREAT!! His mom definitely took the right step to enroll him in this program. She keeps him encouraged to get good grades in school but he is lacking a little in a positive role model/influence outside of school (besides his mom of course, who is amazing). I have been having such a great time taking him out and having fun. He is such a smart boy for being nine years old. It makes me wonder if we were so smart when we were that age or if kids these days are just more advanced/smarter than us. Anyways, I'll probably do a post soon strictly on this experience, since it is on my bucket list.

Other than that, things have been great in cowtown. Wheel of Fortune is coming to town tomorrow and Sunday (Dallas and Fort Worth respectively). I know some of you may be thinking "wow they still film that show" (hey I said the same thing!), and the answer to your query would be, YES! So hubby and some of our friends are headed down to try to strike it rich. In the worst case, we will just have tons of free fun. Sounds great to me!

So now I will leave you with a funny video clip and a song that I can't get out of my head. Have a great weekend ya'll!!

Poor sorority girl just wanted to make it snow in her sorority house. It ended up making a big noise/mess and everyone was angry with her. This is her response. I can't stop laughing

Okay, now to the song I can't get out of my head- Bulletproof by La Roux. I can't get it out of my head! I couldn't put the actual vid up thanks to youtube's dang restricted embedding. Anyways, enjoy! :)


Youth in America?

First, I need to apologize to my followers for staying away for so long. It has been a pretty hectic week!! I do hope to make up for the time missed though.

Now that the apology is out of the way, I will jump right into the topic I want to discuss. Youth in America. I had a horrible experience yesterday at the grocery store that I feel I need to share with you all.

I have been alternating between groceries in order to find the perfect one. I made hubby come with me yesterday because I was just too weak to lift the heavy things. He eagerly obliged and we made it through in record time. As we were leaving we walked across the front of the store on the outside to get to our car. As we were approaching one of the store's entrances, I see a group of about five girls. My stature and their baby faces I would estimate they were about 8 or 9 in age. But beyond that, you wouldn't be able to tell, their faces were caked with make up (probably the equivalent to a Miss AmericaPageant contestant) and such mature clothes for adults much less the children that they were. I watch as they waltz across the lot, getting in the way of people, jumping in front of cars, just all around being annoying and in the way. I shake my head. I'm insulted but at the same time sad that these children are out in a public place, dressed the way they are AND with no adult supervision. I mumble to hubby "where are their mothers?!" Just as the words come out one of the little babies looks at me and says "um excuse me?! where is your mother?!" I was shocked. I took at minute to contain my giggle and reply "honey, I'm old enough to be in public without my mom." I didn't stop walking this whole time because I really didn't want to get in a fight with a disrespectful child.

As angry as I was at the baby for talking to an adult that way, I felt a bit saddened. These girls will never have a chance. They already have the idea in their brain that they need to show their [lack of] business and cover themselves in paint in order to be cool. Not to mention, the store that we were at wasn't in the BEST of places, all I could think of was that one of those babies would be snatched before it is over. Then we would see the mum and dad on the teley sobbing "o my baby, I don't know how this happened!" Well, news flash people, when your children are running around barely dressed with a face of a prostitute and you have no clue where they are wandering around at unsupervised, things like that happen!

Ok, enough of my rant. This all leads me to yet another reason of why I am hesitant to have children. What if we have a little girl and she feels she needs to resort to this to be cool? What if I don't buy my girl a push up bra and thong undies at the age of 6? Ahh! The terror!!!!!


Sexy Monday

I think the title speaks for itself. Happy Monday to all ;)


So after spending most of my weekend cleaning while hubby was working (the only time I can properly clean the house, ceiling/wall vacuuming, upholstery cleaning, steam cleaning and all), then holding hubby's car hostage yesterday to do a thorough cleaning (about 4 hours in total), I am EXHAUSTED! Actually, I don't even think exhausted is the word at this point.

But I digress, after hubby got off of work we went and grabbed some pho before he went out for drinks with the guys. I sat quietly over my soup, mostly trying to keep my eyes open long enough so I didn't fall face first into my soup and drown. Hubby may have been a little concerned since I'm usually a chatter box, but I was too tired to even think about talking. Hubby, being very personable but not good at conversation starting, kept making random comments, then looked at me and said "we need to plan a vacation." This is something we have talked about for a while and more recently gotten a little more serious about. We have never taken a REAL vacation together. We have taken a couple days to meet up with family and friends on the beach, we did a marriage enrichment retreat which was GREAT but only two days total, and our honeymoon wasn't a real greatly planned trip to stay at a casino which was only after a day or two, since we both aren't big into gambling (not like it was Vegas where there are a million other things to do).

Anyways, so we have been playing with ideas for a while. A couple that we are friends with are going on a cruise and want us to go. Hubby has NEVER been on a cruise before. I've been twice, and loved it both times. I think it would be great. We also have another couple we are friends with that have suggested a trip to ski/snowboard, which I would absolutely LOVE. Not sure where or when we are going to take this vacation(s) BUT I think I'm going to start getting some ideas and suggestions gathered so I can get some price ideas. Where would you suggest? We are open to anything. Even going out of country. We are up for whatever climate. Let me know :)



Night 3

Night 3 of the nightmares and I'm wishing they would have never been retriggered. I feel as though I could just fall on my face at any moment. I stare into the distance thinking about him. There are so many things that should have been done differently back then, but because they weren't we are where we are today. An incomplete family with an empty void that will never be filled.

I will gladly go back to my every night nightmares of Freddy Kruger. Even the ones that I actually woke up from with scratches on my body. That is how badly I want these to stop. O well though, no reasoning or bargaining with dreams, it is pointless after all.

I have a full schedule ahead of me and it doesn't look like I will see the end for a while. Everything is going GREAT here though, other than the aforementioned. My friend that moved overseas for a while is actually moving back to the U.S. this weekend so I'm trying to set up a time for me to fly and see her to catch up. Other than that, maybe planning a solo trip back home to visit everyone. The last time I went in I didn't get to see nearly everyone I wanted to see, and that has left me a little sad.


Life...or something of the sort

Okay, so first of all, this is what I'm looking like today. I'm pretty sure I could pass for a ghost and if not, at least a vampire? Not sure what is going on but it seems like I've lost what little pigment I had before.

I haven't ate or had an appetite since my nightmares. I tried to force an apple down this morning so I wouldn't get sick, but I couldn't stomach it. I shouldn't complain since I am trying to lose weight BUT I know it is really unhealthy not to eat.

Anywho, I have had the most hectic schedule lately and I believe it is beginning to take a toll on me. I wish I had more time to spend with my friends and family but I just don't. But don't get me wrong, I am grateful for the time that I do have to spend with friends. I feel horrible when I have to reply to a text and tell my friends I just can't make an event or a party due to my schedule. I've always been a people pleasure and super social person, so I don't like saying no.

Hmmm, there is so much more I wanted to blog about today but it has all slipped my mind. I think the lack of sleep and food is getting to me. Maybe I'll curl up with puppy tonight and hope he can keep away the nightmares.


They're Back

For a while the nightmares had gone away. It has been a little over two years since my Papa died. The little I slept for the year following his death was filled with nightmares. Sometimes of him yelling at us for bringing him to the hospital, sometimes of him standing there just looking at me with his watery eyes, sad as can be, sometimes of him telling me he isn't really gone and not to stop looking for him, it was all a rouse to hide him from bad guys.

After a year went by, I thought I may have been close to my breaking point. The lack of sleep was getting to me and I was pushing everyone in my life away. I didn't want to have anything to do with anyone. My husband lived in a different state and I had no motivation to move their with him. With a house note in Texas and me in Louisiana I was forced to seek shelter with how else other than my grandmother. She needed constant help around the house so it was my duty as well. I was put up in room across from my Papa's. I spent most nights sitting in my bed staring into his room, wishing he would come back, ending up curling into a ball and crying myself to sleep, only to be awoken by the nightmares.

I'm not sure what snapped me back to reality, but at some point I realized how unhealthy it was for me. I had pushed my family away and I was on the verge of losing one of the only people who has ever truly cared for me, my husband. I was determined to do whatever I had to do to get on with my life.

I managed to score an interview then subsequently a job so I could live with hubby. I mended some broken fences with my family and got back in touch with my friends. I kept myself so busy so I wouldn't think about my Papa. Every now and then the guilt would sweep over me for forgetting him, but I pushed it away, I can't start this all over. I keep one of his carpenter pencils in my purse to remind myself he is always with me and also kinda like a good luck charm. That was the most I could do.

It took a simple text from my sister to start it again, I believe. She text me last night "dude, grand tarino was a sad movie." And I said "It looked like it would be. I avoided it because clint eastwood reminds me of papa." She replied "well, this movie is so papa." I put down my cell phone and avoided conversation with everyone for the night. I tried to let the thought go but I guess my brain didn't want to. Last night was full of horrible dreams. The main one being my grandparents' house full of well wishers from the funeral and me screaming in the middle of them, but no one could hear me. I then looked over at pictures that were up of my Papa. They began moving and he was making funny faces, I began to laugh. Papa always had a way of making me laugh. Only he could make me laugh the day after my horrible car accident. Thirty some odd stitches in my face and my Papa had to make me laugh.

Anyways, the remaining parts of the dream were filled with memories of the hospital stint. So many things went wrong that shouldn't have. I blame the people at the hospital that were supposed to be there to help but only ended up killing him, but mainly I blame myself. He didn't want to go to the hospital. Why didn't we just listen to him.

Ugh, anyways, at this point I would gladly welcome back the Freddy Kruger dreams to replace these nightmares. :(


Pretty in Pink

Okay, so I don't really remember exactly what color it is, but it is one of my beloved Quick Dry polishes and it makes me happy. I'm in a pretty good mood today for the most part. Yesterday was a productive day and I even managed to make it home to make a nice dinner & clean the bathroom, eat then make it to the gym. I know you are probably thinking "woop-di-do" but that is a lot for me in one day. You see, I have been so stressed lately because I don't have the time I would like to dedicate to cleaning. Don't get me wrong, if a visitor would stop in they would think it was clean, but not to my germaphobe/clean freak standards. No, I fail on that end. But what can I do?

I've learned to let the things that I cannot control go. No need of stressing myself out and giving myself a heart attack at a young age. No, I'll simply learn to fit my rigorous cleaning regimen in my busy day, even if I have a room a day.

I am a little sad today since I am in Texas and missing Mardi Gras, but at this time last year I was there, wishing I was here. So I don't miss it that much now that I think of it.

We have a lot of exciting events coming up. The one that I have most on my mind is the Oscar's party that is being thrown at the local museum. You can either dress up like a movie star OR like your favorite character...decisions decisions!

Now to let my party side out for a minute, I'm posting a video of one of my newer favy songs. You HAVE to love Three Days Grace, especially if you see them live. I've never been more captivated by a band (enough so that I was able to deal with a crammed packed room with smelly people for quite a few songs- I surprised myself, before I panicked and needed to leave that is!) Okay, so anyways, click play and tell me you don't want to get up and dance/party


A Day of Love

To be honest, ever since I was in grade school, Valentine's Day was always a day that left a knot in my stomach. We were required to give a Valentine to each student in the class, so it was never a surprise when I had a bag full of goodies at the end of the day. The sad part about it though, it was never more than a generic "happy valentine's" or something of that nature. I always longed to open one that was a confession of a handsome boy's love, but never managed to get one of those.

You see, I was an odd duckling in grade school. I never knew what to do with my hair, I never knew the right thing to say. Now don't get me wrong, I had friends. I actually had a great group of friends, but I was far from the popular crowd. But as much as I envied them every now and then, I never wanted to be them. No, I didn't want to be the girl lying to her parents to sneak out with a boy way to old for her, I didn't even like the notion of smoking stinky cigarettes. Maybe that's why I wasn't cool enough for a true Valentine on this "day of love."

Anyways, fast forward about fifteen or so years and here I am. Married to an amazing man (who on most days seems like a absolute dream). Last Valentine's was a bit shaky but we didn't manage to spend it together (if that is what you want to call it). This year I had no preconceived intentions or plans. I have learned to let silly holidays like this go, honestly, it is just another day. Why should we feel forced to show our love on one day? I woke up to the pup in the bed and hubby right along with him, both waiting to give me morning kisses. Hubby had already let puppy out and fed him. I was showered with gifts the night before. Proactive (what?! I asked for it! lol..I had a freak out moment when a zit appeared on my face for the first time in a long time) and a Victoria Secret gift card load with cash (o I do love their panties!!)

That was more than enough to make me happy. We went to our fav soup place for lunch and headed back home to get comfy and cuddle up and watch movies all day. Goodfellas was on so I opted for that (what, who needs mushy love movies?). After the movie was over, hubby jumped up and said "I have one more thing" and pulled something out from the entertainment center. I thought to myself "o, that's what I get for not cleaning yesterday!!" lol. It was a handmade coupon book. Before I even opened it, I lost control and broke into tears, something that hardly ever happens with me. He looked confused, until I mumbled I love you, then he laughed and hugged me. After opening it I was greeted with day passes for a gas free house (thank goodness!), a massage (no molesting involved unless I wanted it), and many other great gifts. This was all I needed. Knowing that he took a couple extra minutes and made this by hand made me feel like I was the luckiest woman alive.

Ah! I love that man. Anyways, let me know what you Valentine's Day was like, single or not!


The Color of Love

Okay, so maybe not the color of love for everyone, but I'm sure as heck loving this color right now!! My people over at Sephora never steer me wrong! The only thing I can complain about with this is it is definitely a "Top Coat necessary" color! (I've gotten spoiled with the quick-dry all in one colors!).

Anyways, I figured I would post and share my new color with you guys and to give a little scoop about what is going on in the big D lately.

The NBA All Stars event is this weekend. What does that mean you ask? Well I was alerted yesterday that they are expecting an additional 25,000 vehicles in the general downtown Dallas area, and an estimate of an additional 300,000-400,000 people in the area. YIKES!! And to think, I was excited to be out of New Orleans and away from the Mardi Gras craziness, but only to substitute it with another craziness!!

It is expected to snow again tomorrow. It seems as though it has been the coldest winter they have had for a while. Go figure I would pick this winter to be here! ha! I don't mind though, I do enjoy the cold weather (does wonders for the hair) and I LOVE snow, as does hubby and puppy dog.

I've accomplished one of the numbers on my list (will do a post specifically about that). I feel like I'm starting to finally make headway with things in my life. We recently decided to move into an apartment (I know crazy right!). But we are SO close to having everything paid off that saving an additional $200 a month will put us ahead of schedule! Not to mention, not having to deal with the stress of maintenance and lawn upkeep. There are also a few pools in the gated community along with a phenomenal 24 hour fitness center which is all inclusive (what?! no more monthly gym payments either! rack up another $6o!). I cannot be more excited about this adventure to unfold!


The Ugly Truth


Yes, I know, the movie has been out for quite a while, but as usual, I have been too busy doing one of everything else to see it. I was fully intent on seeing it while it was out in the theaters, even had hubby in on it, but we never found the time to see it. So naturally when we made a red box stop, to find "Zombieland" per hubby's request, I couldn't pass up "The Ugly Truth." I heard that it was a pretty funny movie and definitely enough in it to keep the men folk interested. It didn't take much to sway him to give in to this movie instead (hey, I rarely ask for things!).

Anyways, it was such a great movie. Gerard Butler looked as yummy as always and played such a believable character. Not for him, but for a womanizer. He did such a great job. I got swept away with the movie. It reminded me of someone I once knew (well not really knew since he never let anyone really KNOW him). I laughed because at the end of the movie, Katherine Heigl called him out on what the truth behind his womanizing was. You see, someone like that always has a back story. He isn't just bitter towards women for no reason. BUT at the same time, there is no way that every woman he has come across has problems, it has to be him. Anyways, it just made me giggle to myself, because I know that old man is still out there, spreading his lies, when all he should do is just admit to himself and everyone else that HE is, in fact, the problem, not everyone else. I think in the end he would be happier and maybe be able to have a clear conscience , be able to sleep at night, and eventually, maybe have a REAL relationship.

But I digress, for those of you who haven't seen the movie, this is a MUST. I laughed for a good portion of the movie. It is far enough away from a chick flick to talk a date into it, but still enough to make it a feel good movie :)


Patience is a Virtue

I am in the process of getting my laptop fixed so my posts won't be as frequent as I would like. Anyways, bear with me as I am in the process of getting a new PC ANNNND redesigning my site!! Hopefully it will be how I want it in the end. Anyways, I'll make sure to post soon!!


Need You Now

Gosh, this is such a pretty song and I love it!! I can't get it out of my head. It is totally a pop song but has a little bit of a country sound to it. I'm starting to worry about myself and feel that I may have lived in Texas [country cow town] a bit too long. Ekkk!!

Anyways, no meaning or story behind it, just a good song. Sorry I couldn't post the official vid but for some reason YouTube is being a poo right now and won't let me. Enjoy! :)


I am Supergirl

I have prided myself on being able to take on any challenge, do anything, save the world! It wasn't until recently, that I realized, maybe I can't?

Is it possible for one person to manage everything in their life along with everything for the people surrounding them? I used to be convinced that the answer to this self-inflicted question was yes, but after the past week or so, I think I may have to disagree with my earlier self.

At some point in my life, I became the push over. I swore to myself that would never happen. I saw that hubby was that way (before we were married of course). He couldn't say no to anyone. People saw that weakness and pounced to take advantage of him left and right. I was there to be the hard one, the bitch if you will, but the one to keep him from getting drug through the dirt. Then over the years, I became more lax with my strictness. I began letting people "take advantage" of me, to some extent at least. Things were easier to just do myself rather than explaining. I got so wrapped up in everything being perfect and in order, that I figured I'd just take on the tasks myself so no one could possibly mess them up.

This seemed to be going great for me. That was until last week when I realized, everyone panics when I am not around. What if the phone were to ring and no one knew how to fix it? What if someone got locked out of their computer because their password wouldn't work, & they couldn't figure out to take the caps lock off? What if they sat in a dark office thinking the lights were out, because no one was there to tell them to flip the switch? What if there were no clean clothes left? What if there were no clean dishes?

I realize at this point and I am everyone's, for lack of better term, bitch. I have made myself so available to assist with other people's needs that I am the pee on. I am now my hubby back in the day. I have been taken advantage of beyond disbelief.

So, what am I going to do you ask? Well, it is very simple, I'm going to stop. I'm going to start saying no. I'm not going to go somewhere if I don't want to go just to please that person. I'm not going to wash someone's dish that they leave lying around because they think the magic fairy takes care of it. I'm not going to do it anymore. There comes a point and time when someone hits their breaking point. They can either accept it and keep up with their pattern and eventually explode, or do something about it before it causes problems. I'm sticking with the latter.

Now, this all reminds me of a song from back in the day, Krystal Harris sang it best when she said "I'm supergirl and I'm here to save the world, but I want to know who's going to save me?"


The Coughing Child

**Disclaimer- This post is NOT to offend anyone with children, if you take offense, I do apologize, but it needs to be shared**

Date night arrived with the hubby and it was my turn to select the dinner location. I decided on Olive Garden because I wanted a hot bowl of soup and a nice fresh salad. We waited the usual 20-30 minute wait for a table, due to the popularity AND cold weather of course.

We were seated in a nice cozy corner. I am so beyond happy to be here with hubby, relaxing, and getting ready to enjoy a nice warm soup and out of the cold weather. We are served samples of a new wine, hubby looks at me and can tell I like it, orders two glasses for us. It was romantic. I don't need a five star restaurant to enjoy myself. This is all I ever wanted. It was such a romantic night.

I noticed when we were seated there was a younger couple, maybe our age?, girl covered in tattoos, man dressed shabby, and a child, approximately six years in age. I have gotten spoiled by my friends' children, all well behaved and perfect angels in public places. To the onlooker, you would have thought the same about this child. That was until she began jumping on the seat of the booth. Normally, I wouldn't have been bothered, but on this occasion, I was seated on the side attached to her booth, so with every jump I was bumped a bit from my comfortable position. Hubby could tell I was getting annoyed, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, I took a deep breath and calmed down.

We continued our conversation, only to be quickly interrupted by the child talking right into my ear. She had stood up on the booth and was talking directly into my ear! I turned and gave a horrible look to both her and her "parents" (I do feel bad for having to be nasty to the child, I mean, my God she is only a child and OBVIOUSLY hasn't been taught how to act in public). Her mother quickly yelled at her to sit down and she obliged. I thought that would be the end of it until I felt a small hand on my shoulder. Sheeeee's baaaccccck!!

A little more talking followed by one of the second worst things imaginable, a COUGH, right on my back (what is the first you ask? why a sneeze of course!). Completely disgusted at this point, I am a germaphobe for God's sake, I jumped to my feet and let out a disgusted noise. Hubby was frozen, not sure what to do. "Control your child please." What did the parents do? Nothing, the let the child continue jumping around while they enjoyed their dinner.
I understand that couples, especially young couples, don't get enough quality time together as a couple when they have children at a young age, BUT at the same time, why should my hubby and myself be punished just because they could not take an extra few minutes each time they were out in public to instill some manners in their children. I simply don't understand it. The more and more I see, the more hesitant I am to have children. Is it really that difficult to teach them simple things like this?


My Bucket List


Okay, so for those of you who followed me from the very beginning will have to ignore my repetitive list, but I have added on and redacted my list. I am interested in seeing if other bloggers have similar goals. Let me know :)

1. Go to New York
2. Go to a Yankees game
3. Visit shop in Paris
4. Learn how to drift drive a stick
5. Go bungee jumping
6. Go on a sail boat
7. Go canoeing
8. Go on an actual hike
9. Go on an actual camping trip (more than a day long)
10. Get my tattoo that I've wanted for my papa
11. Spend a full day watching back to back movies
12. Try Indian cuisine
13. Go a day with absolutely no electronics (cell, computer, tv, etc.)
14. Spend the weekend being a tourist in New Orleans
15. Go on a carriage ride
16. Ride a horse
17. Go to a horse race
18. Do a beauty pageant (the other one doesn't count since I wasn't being serious)
19. Finish college
20. Have a successful career
21. Become someone you wouldn't want to be without
22. Have kids and be a good mom to them
23. Become a great wife
24. Go to Niagara Falls
25. Ride on a train
26. Take the subway
27. Go to a musical
28. Go to an opera
29. Take a real vacation for a week, no cell phones, no worries
30. Go a full day without worrying about anything
31. Go rock climbing
32. Become a Big Sister with the BBBS Foundation
33. Take a dance class with hubby, perhaps western, ballroom or salsa?
34. Run in a marathon
35. Go cycling with hardcore cyclists
36. Try out kickboxing
37. Have hubby teach me MCMAP and other self-defense moves
38. Become an expert on pistol
39. Get in great physical shape

Anyways, that is all I have for now. I always add things to the list, but at this point, I have a lot ahead of me in order to accomplish everything. I am going to try to post on each number as I cross them off. Rock climbing has already been blogged about a few posts back. AND I'll be doing that again, this weekend hopefully, so maybe I'll get someone to snap a pic so I can post with more details. I am anxious to hear other's lists

The Meaning of Life


It seems as though we are always searching for the meaning of life. Meanwhile, right under our noses, life is happening and we are missing out!

So where am I going with this? As of today, I'm done searching for the meaning of life and I'm just going to START LIVING. That's right. No more wondering why something has happened. No more constant "what if"'s. No more feeling sorry for myself for the people and things I have lost, or never had. No more making excuses. People always say "I'll get to it tomorrow" but what they don't realize is that today is yesterday's tomorrow.

I'm in the process of revamping my list and I'll repost it shortly :) I hope ya'll will follow me on my journey and hopefully I can inspire some of you to do the same :)


Happy Friday!!

Despite an occurrence this morning, I'm not going to let anyone spoil my mood. I'm ready for the weekend to begin! Other than the lame task of having my oil changed tomorrow morning, I have a pretty eventful weekend. Finishing up looking out houses, shoe shopping, clothes shopping, movies, and OF COURSE, going out to one of the biggest bars in the area. It has been on travel channels several times and a group of us figure since we are living so close, there is no excuse to not check it out! I'll share where and pics AFTER the weekend, never can be too safe with stalkers :)

Anyways, as many of you can tell from my music selection I tend to lean more to the alternative rock with some occasional pop thrown in. Today, I have an oldie to share, that I can't get out of my head and it makes me want to dance. Enjoy!


Thirsty Thursday!

Alright, so, I'm not sure how many places do this, but I know where I come from [big ups to my New Orleans people] we have someone called a Thirsty Thursday (well everyday is a "thirsty" day in New Orleans). Anyways, I'm going to try to still with a schedule and recommend a good alcoholic beverage to my followers each Thursday. Now sometimes it will be a plain mixed drink, wine, blended, or crazy fru fru drink! Who knows what I will come up with! So here I go!!


This Thursday I will recommend something that involves the love of my life, Mr. Jack Daniels. Not your typical 'Jack-n-coke' but instead, try mixing with diet rootbeer! (I would recommend A&W as I'm not sure if the other brands have the same flavor). I know it sounds really random and some of you probably think it sounds gross, but just trust me and try it out :)

Happy Drinking!!


Hunk/Hottie Hump Day!!

Happy Hump Day everyone!!! As promised, I have selected a Hunk and a hottie for this week's hump day!!

I will start off with the hunk, naturally because that's what I AM the most excited about. Now, before you get your panties in a bunch, I AM doing a repeat on a previous hunk, so sue me! Well, don't really sue me, but bear with me. This hunk randomly wanders into my mind, despite the fact that he is a few years my junior (hey people, only a few years!! don't judge me!). And while most people jumped on the bandwagon with the vampires, I'd take a wolf any day! My pick for hunk of the week: Taylor Lautner. I decided to put pictures of him fully closed up as to not get comments on being a perv AND because I think he looks just as hott clothed (not that I'm saying I wouldn't mind taking a gander at him naked), but I digress. So here you go, he's hott, tall, dark and handsome:




Now, onto my hottie pick of the week! I always tend to find women with darker hair more beautiful/attractive. This particular actress has been in quite a few things, more recently Forgetting Sarah Marshall and many many other movies/tv shows. Anyways, my hottie pick of the week is Mila Kunis!



Tuesday Morning Thoughts

I was in bed by midnight last night and up around 5:00 a.m. My weekdays take a toll on me and I never let myself relax on the weekends, my only days off. During the week, I'm up early, drive for an hour to work, where I am the office admin, which means I'm a jill-of-all trade. I'm in charge of keeping our workers happy. We usually fluctuate from managing 40 people all the way to about 200 (since I've been here), depending on what projects we have going on. I'm in charge of getting those people paid, sick/vacation leave, maternity leave, coordinating project starts and ends as well as taking care of everything on the front in (PC breakdown and set up, troubleshooting, etc.). My days are pretty hectic and it seems like they go by quick for the most part. At the end of the day, I get my car from valet and drive for an hour to get home.

I'm exhausted by the time I get home, but I don't sit down. I figure out what needs to be done for dinner, start those preparations, and as dinner is cooking I begin to pick up/clean. I feed the dog, give him attention, stop to finish dinner. Serve dinner while watching tv. Most of the time I'm lucky and something non-news related is on and I can have a laugh while I eat my dinner. After dinner, I clean the dishes, pack up the left overs (if it is something I like I divide the leftovers between hubby and me and if not, hubby gets a heaping serving to bring to work the next day). By then my food has settled and I hit the gym for about an hour or two. I come home drained, shower and go to sleep. That is my routine mainly Monday through Thursday. Most of the time Friday and Saturday it fluctuates (no work on Saturday of course) and Sunday is my day to "relax" which is usually spent doing laundry and heavy duty cleaning.

Anyways, as I sat and thought about my hectic schedule I realized, when will we EVER have time for children. It seems near impossible to me at this point. Who knows, maybe one day I will calm down enough, become less of a control/organization/germaphobe freak, be able to let things go and concentrate on completing our family. Until then, I'll continue one with my craziness, wall and ceiling vacuuming and all!


Monday Funny!

Whenever I'm in a funky mood, I like to think of something funny I remember seeing recently then watch it on youtube. From now on, when I do so, I'll make it a point to post it on here for my followers to watch when they get in the funk too :) Enjoy!

All My Single Ladies...

Let me just out by saying, wow, I never realized how much of a guy repellent a wedding ring is. That being said, here is my story.
As my avid followers know, I have been dropping weight over month or so. So much so that my clothes are beginning to fit super loose and, of course, my rings fall off. Normally it wouldn't be a problem if we were going to a friend's house, out to a restaurant, etc., but this night I was going out with a girlfriend to some clubs. Better safe than sorry, I removed my ring. There was NO way in hell I was going to lose it in such a public place, I would pretty much be kissing it goodbye. Hubby is fine with this. He is secure enough now that he knows I don't want to be nor could I be with another.

I've been out with this girlfriend before. She gets hit on randomly at least three or four times every time we go out. She is married as well but doesn't wear a wedding ring. ((so many of my friends are like this but I never dare to ask why they don't wear their rings)) I usually play defense for her, since I'm hardly ever hit on.

We walked in the club, I thought it would be no different than any other night. Within the first five minutes of us being there I was approached by a man, a pretty good looking one at that, and asked to dance. I had to decline, I'm married of course, and I know I wouldn't want hubby dancing with another female, even if it were just for fun. (maybe if I were there and knew her?). Either way, it boosted my confidence a bit. Was it the ring? or maybe the weight loss? Who knows. We continued the night with drinks and dancing. We were having a blast. Friend and I were dancing in the club with "cages" and there are cages everywhere you turned. We took a spot next to a cage and danced. The next fellow that approached me had the lamest pick up line ever. He asked if I "like dancing on metal or I would like to dance on something harder." The line still makes me giggle. I just had to laugh and walk away.

The nicest of the night I would have to say was a nice, young guy, who told me I was "stunningly beautiful." It almost made me tear up a little and I talked to him for a bit. Told him all about hubby and he told me all about his dating disasters. It was pleasantly surpringly how nice it was to talk to such a complete stranger.

Anyways, the whole point of this story is, is a wedding ring that much of a repellent? Is this why none of my girlfriends wear their wedding rings? Does the same go for the men? I couldn't rush to get home fast enough to put my ring on my finger. Maybe next time I'll go with some heavy duty duct tape holding it in its rightful place on my finger?