Saturday, March 13, 2010
I don't watch a lot of TV. Okay, let me rephrase that. I don't choose what is on the TV very often. The TV is, in fact, hardly ever off in my house (DH thing, maybe the topic of another blog on another day!). Even though the TV is on, i rarely pay attention to it. I'm either cooking or reading or sparking or working out or something in addition to "just" watching TV. One day a week, however, I insist that I be allowed to watch The Biggest Loser. No one else has to watch it and I am more than willing to go to my room to watch it. But, I'm WATCHING IT!!
One small snag. Baseball/Softball season is starting soon. I am the secretary for our local kid's league. We meet on Tuesday's. The Biggest Loser is on Tuesdays. Both at 7:00! BL is over long before I get home. And, they don't post the newest show until a week after it airs! So, even though I could follow the "plot" of the show, I missed some really important things! Like "Who in the heck made the teams?!?! I assumed (yes, I know, not good!) that it was Sunshine since she was the only female on an all-male team. But, the little blurb for the W7 video says "he" alienated his team members.
So, which he? Not the cousins, since they are on separate teams it wasn't them. O'Neal? Didn't think he'd be the type to stack the teams so unfairly. Lance? Probably. Look who he is married to!! LOL!
Okay, don't tell me! I'm adding to my list of to-do's for tomorrow...watch BL W7! Yes, I like acronyms and short hand!
See y'all manana!
Friday, March 12, 2010
I work at a mid-size semiconductor company and have for almost 17 years. (Dang! That's a really long time!!!) Earlier this week, there was a new sign by the door where everyone badges in (yes, Big Brother is watching!). It said something to the effect of Don't bring weapons in here!
Okay. I won't. Mainly because that's been company policy since I started working there. They really don't even want you to have guns in your car, but don't really push that too hard. (BTW, I live in a rural area and guns are used for hunting, not crimes..mostly. Lots of folks take their guns to work cos they're going to shoot on their lunch or after work. Just FYI, is all!)
Another big reason is I don't think I actually own any weapons, not even a pocket knife. I guess my cutting wit could be called a weapon, right? Yeah, no! LOL!
So, now I have two questions about this sign. First, and foremost, what in the world happened to make someone think that we now need the sign? Like I said, it's been company policy for over 17 years to not bring weapons into the plant. (BTW, if someone really wanted to cause damage, there are plenty of spots for a long distance hit. But I digress.) Did someone actually bring something in? Did someone complain about someone's pocket knife that they were using to peel an orange? Is it just legal mumbo jumbo that has to be posted to keep the company out trouble "just in case"? I don't think I'll ever know the answers to those questions...mostly cos I won't ask anyone who might know the answers. I'd rather speculate! LOL!
The second question, though, I think I know the answer to. Do you really think the sign is going to stop someone who is intent on bringing in a weapon? Picture a mad person (boy or girl, I don't discriminate!) walking up to the door, gun in hand, muttering how they're going to "show them!" Then, they see the sign. "Well drats! No weapons allowed. I'll have to turn around and leave now! Bother!" Really? Plus, if it's aimed at Jo Schmo (or JoEllen, his wife) who's using a knife to make lunch, are they going to connect the sign with their "weapon"?
Okay, my brain hurts. Enough "deep thoughts" for tonight. I'm going to go stow my weapon and then head to bed.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
I saw my silhouette in the window while I was doing my 30-Day Sadism...I mean Shred. i tuck my shirt in because a couple of the moves are in the plank pose and my shirt tends to move to my shoulders and over my head. Not real conducive to exercise!!
Anyway, in the window, I could see that I have a shape. It would be hourglass if there was ANY sand on top. So...triangle? Anyway, I do have a fairly nice shape but I do not dress it appropriately. And I know why. Two big reasons. The first, I'm cheap! The majority of my pants are hand me downs from my daughter (from before she got taller than me...by 5 inches!). Most of my shirts I've had for years. There is nothing wrong with them (besides being the wrong size, the wrong fit, a couple of holes and some hanging strings, to name a few), so I can't bring myself to get rid of them. Cos I don't want to spend the $$$ to replace them. Cheapskate, that's me!
The other, and probably bigger, reason? I have no idea what I should wear! I watch What Not To Wear every chance I get. I know the basic rules, but my ideas of what colors "go" is atrocious. I happen to like orange and pink together. (See, atrocious!) I have to ask my DH if tops and bottoms can be worn together. More often than not, he'll send me back to try again. Oh well. Until i get on WNTW and/or win the lottery (which you have to play to win, in case you didn't know...and I don't play), I'll continue to dress poorly. Not on purpose. It'll just happen.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
OF COURSE I CAN!!! I can also expect my children to do what I ask the first time I ask it. To clean up after themselves. To notice stuff that needs done without me asking. I can expect DH to be happy that I'm making healthy and dang tasty (if I do say so myself!) dinners for him (and me and the kids). I can expect him not to go "Oh" when I tell him what's for dinner (and make it sound as though I told him his sister was coming to visit (not a happy thought)). I can expect a raise at work cos I rock!
Just because I expect those things, as unrealistic as they all are!, that doesn't mean that any of them will happen without a great deal of work from me. The kids are getting better. Another 20 years of training and they might have it! DH actually gave me a list of 18 different dinners that he would make happy faces about. PLUS, wants to take me out to dinner once a week. Yay! Of course, I gave him the paper and the pen and the writing surface and said do it, but he did it! I'm asking for extra work and reminding the boss how much I rock (in a politically correct, non-in-your-face way, of course). The raise will come...someday.
So, for my goals on being healthy, I need to put a lot of work in there as well. I've decided that I will count my Saturday morning weight as the weight I put into Spark People. I currently weigh myself everyday and only record if I like what I see...so i record about once a month! LOL! I will also check my body fat percentage on Saturdays. I took my measurements when I started the 30 day Shred. I'm halfway thru, so I'll remeasure in 15 more days and hope for some better definition and lost pounds.
Since DH wants to take me out to dinner more often, I'll need to check the menus of our most likely places to go and make healthy plans. We generally don't know where we're going until we're on the way. So I need to have a list. Plus, if I have time, I can check my I-Phone if it's somewhere that's not on my list! And, HUGE for me, gotta stop using dining out as an excuse to eat poorly and in large quantities.
I'm sure I have more incredibly important things to say (notice - that implies I've actually said something important), but this blog is horribly long already. If you made it this far, THANKS! If you didn't, well...neither of us will ever know! LOL!
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
Got this in an e-mail from my brother and had to share.
What, you ask, is 'Butt dust'? Read on and you'll discover the joy in it! These have to be original and genuine. No adult is this creative!!
JACK (age 3)
was watching his Mom breast-feeding his new baby sister... After a while he asked: 'Mom why have you got two? Is one for hot and one for cold milk?'
MELANIE (age 5)
asked her Granny how old she was.. Granny replied she was so
old she didn't remember any more. Melanie said, 'If you don't remember you must look in the back of your panties.
Mine say five to six.'
STEVEN (age 3)
hugged and kissed his Mom good night. 'I love you so much that when you die I'm going to bury you outside my bedroom
BRITTANY (age 4)
had an ear ache and wanted a pain killer. She tried in vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her frustration, her Mom explained it was a child-proof cap and she'd have to open it for her. Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked: 'How does it know it's me?'
SUSAN (age 4)
was drinking juice when she got the hiccups. 'Please don't give me this juice again,' she said, 'It makes my teeth cough..'
DJ (age 4)
stepped onto the bathroom scale and asked: 'How much do I
CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried When his Mom
asked what was troubling him, he replied, 'I don't know what'll happen with this bed when I get married. How will my
wife fit in it?'
MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were hugging and kissing in a restaurant. Without taking his eyes off
them, he asked his dad: 'Why is he whispering in her mouth?'
TAMMY(age 4) was with her mother when they met an elderly, rather
wrinkled woman her Mom knew. Tammy looked at her for a while
and then asked, 'Why doesn't your skin fit your
JAMES (age 4)was listening to a Bible story. His dad read: 'The man
named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city but his wife looked back and was turned to salt.'
Concerned, James asked: 'What happened to the
The Sermon I think this Mom will never forget
This particular Sunday sermon...'Dear Lord,' the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. 'Without you, we are but dust...' He would
have continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter
who was listening leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four year old girl voice, 'Mom, what is butt dust?'
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