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Every year, around this time, I start to get the itch. No, I’m not talking about some kind of personal problem (because you know if I was I’d say it outright. I don’t have any issues with talking about private stuff! TMI? Puh-shaw!). I’m referring to the need…the need for speed – shopping!

As the weather starts to turn and Spring shows it’s pretty face, I get very disenchanted with all the clothes in my closet and immediately want to donate them all and start over with a whole new wardrobe. It’s like, ok, enough with the turtlenecks, sweaters, cardigans and boots already. Let’s bust out those cute T’s, shorts, capris, and best of all, strappy heels! But not the same old spring/summer clothes that I’ve worn year after year – I want new stuff!

I rarely go shopping and buy clothes for myself. Every once in a while I’ll buy a shirt here or a pair of jeans there, but there has to be a good reason for it. I can’t justify buying new clothes when we’re trying to save for a new house, pay off bills, and take care of our daughter unless it’s absolutely necessary. My most recent purchase was a new bra and I only bought that because the old one wasn’t giving me the support I needed (see what I mean about TMI?). My next most recent purchase before that was a dressy cardigan and tank to wear to the office Christmas Party.

I would love – LOVE! – to have someone give me a shopping spree and tell me to go buy whatever I want, wherever I want. Target? Kohls? Pish-posh! Go to Ann Taylor, White House | Black Market and Banana Republic. Buy yourself some clothes that not only look nice, fit right and are of the latest styles, but are also made well so they last forever. And while we’re at it, here’s a personal stylist too. And make-up artist. And hair stylist. And personal chef. And Jillian Michaels to give you that 6-pack you’ve been wanting.

What? Might as well ask for what I really want! Oprah, if you’re reading this (and I mean come on, you know she totally is), please make my dreams come true!

In the meantime, I’ll have to be content to wear my same old clothes and try to think of new ways to wear them. Look out officemates, you might see me mixing plaid with polka dots or green with purple just to liven things up a bit!

National Eating Disorders Awareness Week

Today marks the beginning of National Eating Disorders Awareness Week. While it’s not the funniest or most entertaining topic to write about, it is an important one, and one that I can relate to.

I don’t have an eating disorder in the clinical sense of the word. I don’t starve myself to lose weight and I don’t purge after eating. But I do have eating issues. I talked last week about how much I love food and eating. I made light of it at the time but got real serious about just how bad my diet has been when I found myself in another night of pain and agony in the bathroom on Friday. See, while eating so much junk food hasn’t caused me to gain weight, it has caused other issues. My energy levels have been low, I’ve felt tired all week, I have a hard time concentrating, and my regularity flew out the window causing Friday night’s incident.

In my blog last Monday about my food habits, I mentioned that I needed some kind of goal or catalyst to eat right. That was brought up again during lunch this week with friends. Someone mentioned having a light bulb moment a few years ago and realizing then that she needed to do something about her weight and eating habits. Well Friday night was my light bulb moment. As I sat on the toilet waiting for the next wave of cramps and pain to come I thought to myself, “I’m really getting tired of this. Why is my body going through this cycle again?” It was then that I realized it wasn’t food poisoning or salmonella or the flu causing me such discomfort – it was my own choices.

We’re supposed to eat for fuel and nutrients, plain and simple. It’s not for entertainment, therapy or sport, but that’s how our society has made it out to be. Last week my diet consisted of cookies, cakes, donuts, bagels, french fries, cheeseburgers, Cheetos, candy, hash browns and various other forms of starch and sugar. We’re supposed to eat 5 fruits and vegetables a day right? I probably had 5 all week. No wonder I felt like crap! I ate all that stuff because I was stressed and it was easy and convenient.

Well no more. The light bulb went off on Friday and I realized that I need to change my ways of eating not necessarily to lose weight but keep my body functioning properly. Heart disease runs in my family and if things don’t change, I’ll be headed down the same path as my dad and all his siblings. I started the change yesterday. I drank lots of fluids and tried to work in fruits and vegetables as much as possible. I don’t think I got my full 5 in, but it was a good start. I also limited my junk food to one item. I knew we were going to be celebrating my nephew’s birthday in the evening so I didn’t have any sweets until the cake was served that night. And you know what? It really wasn’t that hard. It helped that the memory (and discomfort) were still fresh in my mind from Friday night. As the days go on it will probably be harder before it becomes a habit, but I can do it. I have to.

Not only does NEDA week focus on eating, it also focuses on body image. So many young girls out there are trying to make themselves look like the super models and celebrities they see on TV. How sad is it that kids are so worried about how they look that they stop being kids? I personally didn’t start becoming self conscious of my looks until high school but the age is getting younger and younger. I over heard an elementary school girl ask her mom at Kohl’s one time if the jeans she was trying on made her look fat. The mom said no in one breath but in the next, said that they should probably hit the gym when they were done shopping.

We all need to focus on loving ourselves for who we are rather than hating the image we see in the mirror. As Caitlyn from Operation Beautiful says, “WE ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL. You are enough… just the way you are!”

I encourage everyone to use this week to take a close look at yourself. What are you doing to sabotage your self? Do your eating habits need to change? Does your negative self-talk need to stop? Is there a young girl or boy in your life who you see going down a wrong path that you could help? Whatever it is, do it this week. And keep doing it.

This afternoon I’m participating in the local NEDA Week Walk. Instead of charging us an entry fee, participants are encouraged to bring clothing items to donate. I used this as an opportunity to go through my closet and pull out the items that cause me to feel bad about myself. The dress that I try on from time to time and then promptly take off because I feel fat in it. The shirt that is just a little too tight and shows all the wrong things. I don’t need these items in my closet taunting me and someone else could use them and look fabulous.

My new goal is not to lose weight or find that perfect number on the scale, but rather to find healthy ways to fuel my body and mind. I am beautiful and I can do this. So can you.

 

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The OCp: Over the Hill

Guess who had a birthday and turned the big 4-0 this week?

No, not me but thanks for the thought (mental note, invest in some anti-wrinkle cream). It’s Barry! His birthday was on Thursday and we did it up right!

The plan was for Bubbles to get Barry over to OCP (usually they work in the Annex) on Thursday. He and I were supposed to have a 7 a.m.  meeting that day so it made sense for him to be in the same office. They reserved QWS rooms for the day too (otherwise he would have been dragged out to the town square and hung).

Wednesday evening before I left the office, I decorated his QWS with all kinds of stuff!

As you can see, there were black streamers everywhere, along with caution tape. I made sure to wrap each chair good too!

This one is covered in a garbage bag and has a sign for “Dumpster Seating”!

And this one is wrapped in the caution tape.

On the table was a cone and some black leis along with a card that I cannot show on this website because it’s family friendly.

Finally, on the door, I put a sign letting everyone know that the room was reserved.

Here’s the funny thing – you all know that everyone I talk about in The OCp and Annexed have aliases. I don’t use anyone’s real name in order to protect their privacy. So, “Barry” is not “Barry’s” real name. But I put it on the sign for fun. Well, apparently, people that didn’t know him were walking by the room and saying “Hey, Happy Birthday Barry!” thinking it was his real name. He just played along. Ha!

Mid-morning, we broke out the cake. Wait, mid-morning you say? Yes, that’s exactly what I said. To some, that may be too early for cake. But those people aren’t seeing my logic. See, if you cut the cake in the morning, then you have it to snack on all day long! Brilliant!

Here was the cake that Bubbles brought in for Barry:

Perfect don’t you think? It was yummy too.

For lunch, we all went to Whole Foods again (this seems to be our new spot). Our lunch conversations take all kinds of turns. We talked about poo, travel, flying, the fact that the Queen of England refuses to potty on a toilet that’s been used by a commoner, Prince Albert (both the man and the piercing), Prince (otherwise known as the symbol) and seaweed. That’s all pretty standard stuff right? You mean that’s not what you talk about at lunch? Huh.

Bob and I rode with the Brit on the way down, but she had to leave early for a meeting, so we rode with Barry and Bubbles on the way back. This meant Bob had to stuff himself (Grape Ape style) into their little car.

Several of the gang went to the casino Thursday night to continue the celebration. See, Barry is a regular and has a gazillion points he can use on dinners, hotel rooms, etc. So he treated the Brit, Bubbles and Boston (our Project Manager who I don’t talk about  much but he’s a real character. This week he told us how he’s a 2nd degree black belt and can break bricks and blocks with his head, hands and feet. He’s only broken about every bone in his body and knocked himself out a couple times…) to dinner. I had volleyball and Bob had to be home with the family which is why we weren’t there. Plus, between the 2 of us, we could have eaten up all Barry’s points in one dinner and we didn’t want to do that on his birthday. We’ll do that some other night.

I hear there were many stories told and much alcohol consumed. I also hear there were pictures taken but these have not been shared with me so I can’t share them with you. I did see a couple drunk Facebook posts last night though…

Thanks for all the kind birthday whiches….I mean wishes. Oh crap, I’m drnk. Later! PS. A big thank to my Omaha peeps too! Y’all are the best! Good times! Can’t wait to get back to Big D for more fun!!!! Whoop Whoop!

Ahh! My cake from the GM lounge at Harrah’s. Now please excuse me while I stick my face in it.

All  in all, I think Barry had a great birthday and we sure had fun  helping him celebrate!

Going Back

Guess who returned to the Annex today?

Yes, this time the answer is me! I decided to work from there today so that I could join the gang for lunch at John’s and because I wanted to see the mass of hoses for myself. Turns out, they actually fixed all the leaks this week! Can you believe it? There is not one tarp tile, hose or drip to be found (except for some of the mall walkers). The only evidence that there was ever an issue are the ladders left standing against the wall.

We ventured down to John’s early because we’ve discovered that Scooter eats there every day around 11 a.m. Sure enough, just as we got off the escalator (which doesn’t work so walked down it instead of riding), we  heard the familiar “whirrrrrrr” of his scooter behind us. We let him go ahead and instead of going to the counter to order, he went to a table. The Brit told John that he could help Scooter first and he said, “It’s ok, he’s my brother so I can feed him whenever.” We don’t really know if Scooter is actually his brother or if he was joking. They don’t really look alike and Scooter doesn’t have a Greek accent. But perhaps he’s a step-brother or adopted or something? Who knows. We did see John bring him his plate and then proceed to pour obscene amounts of ketchup over it for him. Regardless of the nature of their relationship, it’s obvious John has a fondness for Scooter and takes care of him.

Over lunch, Barry told us all kinds of stories about his family. To get the right frame of mind, think “Gone with the Wind” meets “Dallas”. It’s basically an old wealthy Southern family who owns much of their small town and has a crazy aunt/sister/daughter. In this case, the crazy one is Barry’s great-aunt, Margie Bell (again, an alias).

Here are some of the stories he told us about her:

  • One day a police officer pulled over a young man in front of her house. He had his lights on and was writing the kid a ticket. Margie Bell could see them from her 2nd story window and yelled out, “Turn those lights off!” The officer looked up, rolled his eyes (she was pretty well known by everyone in town) and ignored her. So, a few minutes later, she opened the double doors to her balcony, said, “I told you to turn those lights off!” and proceeded to shoot them out with her gun. She was promptly arrested. But, she made it up to the city by buying them a new fire truck.
  • A friend of hers died and Margie Bell wanted to go to the funeral home to visit her at 2 a.m. She called over and the funeral director said no, he would see her in the morning. She insisted but he still said no. So, she got in her car (a Lincoln  Mark VII) and proceeded to drive to the funeral home and right through the front doors, taking down the whole front facade. She was again arrested and made it up to the director by paying for his new building front and paving the cemetery out back.
  • She never leaves the house without a bottle of wine, a gun and five thousand dollars.

There was another story he told us about his grandmother. She was married 5 times (the first and 5th husband were the same man). Well the 3rd husband was a doctor and to help with some of her headaches, he kept giving her more and more medication. At one point, she was so doped up that she started hallucinating! Barry (who was a kid at the time) and his step-grandfather had to carry her upstairs to bed. Barry was carrying her feet and the Doc had her shoulders. She was hallucinating so bad that she thought Barry was a pig walking on his hind legs and her husband was a piece of paper. She even reached back to try and wrinkle him! Can you believe it?

I tell you the stories just get better and better. Barry is going to find out a few more while at home this weekend and share them with us when he gets back. Can’t wait!

 

That’s all for this week! Thanks for tuning in and see you next week for another edition of….

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Just What I Needed

After a week of long work days and busy nights, I was craving some Isabella time. I had spent a total of 45 minutes with her over Wednesday and Thursday combined, which is just not enough, plain and simple. I really, really missed her and was afraid she would grow apart from me or something.

I needn’t have worried.

I purposely made myself leave the office at 4 p.m. in order to get as much time with her tonight as possible. I got home just as she was waking from her afternoon nap and heard her saying “Mama! Mama!” on the monitor (she can tell which of us is coming home based on the garage door that opens). I went in and was greeted with a big smile. I pulled her out and she gave me a big hug too.

Ah, just what I needed.

I changed her diaper and she was in a great mood. She was talking and giggling and being silly. I started singing, “Where is Munchkin?” to the tune of “Where is Thumpkin?” and she yelled out “MUNCHKIN!” That was the first time she’d called herself that.

I decided it was a good day for a walk so we got our coats on and headed to the garage. She even climbed down the stairs all by herself for the first time! I was so proud of her! I strapped her in to the stroller. We walked for about half an hour. She sang and talked to me the whole time. Being outside in the sun and fresh air was so amazing. I felt my head clear up immediately. And to share it with my daughter was even better.

Mmmm, just what I needed.

When we got back home, I made up some French toast, using the fresh Italian Bread I had bought from Whole Foods (what can I say, I’m multi-cultural). OMG was it good! We had that along with some plums and yogurt and then she had a Mickey Mouse cookie for dessert.

I think Munchkin sensed I needed lots of love because all night she stayed close and gave me tons of kisses, hugs and nose pokes. She wanted to be carried a lot too, which I was happy to do. 

Just what I needed.

We played for a bit and she had fun dragging her caterpillar toy up and down the hall saying, “Pulling…pulling…”

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Then it was time for her bath. It was a short one as she wasn’t really in the mood for bath time, but that was ok. We had fun splashing and playing with the boats. I put her in her pajamas and she helped me clean up the living room saying “Pick up!” and “Cleaning!” while she did it. I love that she narrates everything she does. It cracks me up and makes me smile every time.

As we neared bedtime, she climbed in to my lap and we read some books together. At one point she leaned back and snuggled in to me. I wanted to freeze time and savor that moment forever.

It was just what I needed.

Now she’s in bed and sound asleep. Part of me is ready to have some quiet time and part of me wishes I could climb in the crib with her and snuggle all night. But, this weekend I will be with her all day both days and can’t wait. She’s my little sweetheart and I love her dearly. A friend asked me last night if I was ever jealous that CJ got to be home with her all the time. My answer was yes. He gets to see and experience moments with her that I can’t. But at the same time, being away from her, helps me appreciate our time together all the more. And I wouldn’t trade that time for anything.

It is just what I need.

P.S. Samson was our buddy all night too. He even let Isabella crawl in the kennel with him and snuggle. Good boy dude!

samson

 

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It’s a Record!

TTM hit triple digits yesterday as I had 108 views! I’m so excited! That’s my biggest day yet! Thanks to everyone who reads my blog faithfully and to those just visiting. I really enjoy writing and sharing my life adventures with all of you!

In other good news, Jamie from See You There liked one of my You Capture: Warm pictures so much that she featured it on her blog yesterday! Yippee! I’m like famous and stuff now. 😉

Have a great day!!