I Feel Thinner Because...

• This morning when I weighed I saw a number that I haven't seen in 5 years!
• I have been hungry for the last 3 months.
• Yesterday at the water park with my kids I saw several moms that were bigger than me (and yes I feel like a real bitch saying this one, but it is true we have all compared ourselves to someone else to feel better at some point. And I was in a swimsuit so was needing some serious feel better mojo)
• I have lost 2o something pounds!!!!
• I'm wearing a pair of pants that have never fit since they landed in my closet!
• I'm trying to think like a thin person to help change my brain and skinny people always feel thin, right? Just typing that made me feel cheesy.
• I have less to lose than I've already lost!

I will turn 40 this fall and I am going to be hot and healthy. I know healthy should be first in that sentence but I'm trying to be honest! I'm tired of being the chick with the great personality that's cute and kinda chunky. I don't think it would be so bad if when I'm 40 someone describes be as that "MILF with the 2 kids"! In fact I would love it!

Irreconcilable Differences: He didn't shut the bathroom door

This morning I woke to find bathroom trash all over the house. I'm not a morning person and fake it everyday for the sake of my children but today there was no chance. Mr. Shug just "forgot I guess" to shut the bathroom door - for the 1 billionth time. How hard can it be? Last month I told him if he didn't start remembering to shut the door I was going to have to get a hysterectomy. Just saying it made me laugh my ass off - the response I got from him was one of those dumb husband stares. I know I ask a lot from him: pick up your underwear, dishes in the sink, take out the trash ONCE a week, but I don't think this is asking too much. Well, obviously it is... I don't want to resort to putting a screen door spring on the bathroom door but at this point I don't have a lot of options. Do you remember the chickens at the Fair that could do tricks? Every time they they poked a certain colored button with their beak a little treat would drop out. I bet if every time he remembered to shut the door a can of beer rolled down a shoot into his hand we wouldn't have a problem. I need to teach the old dog some new tricks, and teach Pablo that his food is the stuff in a bowl in the laundry room! Period

Eggplant - Because I can't think of a better title

I grew this. I GREW THIS. I am so jazzed about my eggplant! The community garden that I practically forced on my neighbors is really kickin some ass! There are 7 working garden beds making food (slowly) and looking so lovely.

No drugs needed

This is the moon I see from my yard tonight, without any drugs involved. I did swirl my camera around and use a slow shutter speed. I have seen a moon very similiar to this, many years ago, in large part to some very good drugs.

Another day another funeral, and no I am not a mortician...

I am heading to another funeral today. If this keeps up people may stop being my friend. In 15 months I have been to 7 funerals that I can remember. I say this because for about 6 months after my mom's (May 08) whenever I went to one I just zoned out and mostly relived hers or pictured myself on a beach - drunk. Guess I was my coping. Anyway, I have known so many people to die lately its starting to make me... And I'm even talking about the ones that I don't really know but know their families or friends. I am counting these as well because I still feel bad for them. I am officially declaring that know one closely related through blood or friends (or Cyber space) can die for the rest of the year. And I can only hope that I don't come across one more blog of someone loosing a child because this I really cannot bare. The back story to that is, by total chance I came across a blog and then another of women who had just lost a child. Some horrible thing that I could not control took over me and I spent the next several days/weeks reading all their old post while simultaneously checking for updates. I cried for them, ached for them and don't even know them. I now feel like one of the women is my friend, being that I did have to send her an e-mail a time or two. I didn't mean to care so about a perfect stranger but it just happened. My heart still a little torn from the loss of my mom grieved for a stranger. I could write more on all this but alas I must leave for the next funeral.

Yard of the Month Quest

In my ongoing quest for Yard of the Month I have decided to strategically place the arrangements from my grandmothers funeral last week in my front flower beds. Have I stooped to a new low? Probably, but the idea makes me laugh my head off. My grandmother had a true green thumb so I am thinking it is quiet fitting. I have never liked the idea of leaving at the graveyard all the beautiful flowers. No one see them again and they rot away. After my grandfathers funeral a few years back, my sister and I snuck back and took lots of flowers. We brought them home, put them in vases of our own and set them all around our houses. This time I'm not even taking them out of the original containers, just sticking them in among my own stuff! I don't really think I'll win. Its one way to Reduce Reuse Recycle!

How Pablo saves my diet!

Pablo (our dog) just ate an entire plate of brownies off the kitchen counter. These weren't just any brownies, they had been made by some sweet old lady and were homemade. They were funeral food. By this I mean that my grandmother passed away and all these wonderful ladies had made us lots of food, for which we were so thankful. Anyway, I was putting the kids to bed and Mr. Shug yelled upstairs "Pablo just ate all the brownies". His voice sounded dismayed which only pissed me off because we all have learned by now that if you leave anything on the counter the dog will eat it. He is a "counter surfer". The kids know this, I know this, the neighbors know this, but somehow Mr. Shug does not??? I was fuming, not only did the dog cost way too much money and could now possibly die from chocolate poisoning but the kids had just heard him yell it and were freaking out about not having the brownies to eat. Diarrhea, vomit, possible death, upset kids wide awake, so much for having a relaxing evening. On the bright side - the whole plate of brownies will look so much better on his ass than mine! My diet is still on track thanks to the dog.