ta da

So today I got my hair did, as expected. He dicded to wax my eyebrows for free, because he looooves me. He did a great job, but doon after my eyelids turned purple and started to swell. That's right folks, I have developed an allergic reaction to body wax. My hair looks good, but all the subtle highlights don't really show in the current light. I went shopping after i got my hair done and this woman looked at me and said "you know, there are places that can help you." She thought I was a batered woman! So because verb wanted to see a recent pic of me, and my weight lost buddies asked for a pic too, tonight i slapped some make up on and took a pic to share. The hair was done this am and has been slept on, so if it no-longer looks fab, it' my fault and not the sexy italian god who does me hair. oh i took him a blood orange today, because i love them and they're italian, so i thought he'd like one, he was so happy. it's the little things. Anyway, so here's a pic of me.

you know you have issues....

i was at the store earlier and they were out of my fav ice cream. I really felt like shouting "can a bitch get a skinny cow?" And that's how I know "aunt flo" will be making an appearance very soon.

in other news, i've now lost a little over 55 lbs and I am going to go see my second husband, the man who does my hair, at the ass crack of dawn but it's 2am and i can't sleep. I forsee looking like the bride of frakenstein until he gets done with me. Man I just like to hear him talk. I don't care if he's reading the phone book, i does it for me, he's got a sexy voice and the way he speaks italian to me.

It's been a year

since i talked to my mom.

I'm starting to think things will always be like this.

Conversation with the man

Me: "My ass hurts"
Him: "What've you been doing?" (wink, wink)
Me: "God, you wish (snort). I've been doing aerobics, jogging, and that work out DVD I bought the other day. Did you know it's possible to walk a mile, do squats and lift weights all at the same time without killing yourself?"

I'm suddenly glad that he filled out the health insurance audit info. so that I can continue to get benefits. There's only so long one can walk a mile, do squats, and lift weights all at hte same time before an unfortunate accident happens.

I ran a mile today

Yep that's right. It was 37 out and cloudy and I went to the lake and ran a mile and walked the second. Sure it took me about 30 minutes (I did walk the second afterall) and I feel like shit now, but hey? I did it. Take that you skinny bitches that wouldn't let me shop at your skinny bitch store last month. I ran a mile. So kiss my not-so-fat-ass.

now i need to go soak in a hot tub and suck on my inhalor because my lungs are burning.

i pray for you

my guy and my best friend are fighting. I am so angry with both of them. I know it's not right to shut communication down, but I just can't do it right now.

When someone tells you to leave them alone, just do it.

I heard a song today that made me feel a bit better, here's hte url. even if it's not your taste in music, the words are great.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atBg9zLI2bA

I've been cheating

on the old broards. I've become a member of an online weight loss group and have my own blog over there (don't worry, it's nothing special, but the title is better than this one). It's a decent place full of men and women who have much in common, but are united our goal to become healthier and smaller. The site offers different groups for people with various personalities and likes and dislikes. My favorite group is a group of sarcastic/funny people who are often inappropriate and like to cuss a lot. I know several of the people would fit in at the broards or remind me of exshelfers who i miss. one of the things i like the most is the fact that my BFFs are members of the site too, so if they wanted to, they could become a member of the group. They haven't as of yet, preferring different groups, but we can still play nice. I've never really had an IRL friend be an online friend too. I like that I can have a conversation with someone about boob sweat and M&M preference and no one looks at me like I'm weird.

51

as of earlier this evening, i've lost over 51 lbs. go me.

in may, i'm going to prom with my guy at his school and am looking forward to dress shopping. okay, i'm really excited about dress shopping etc. and have been told to stfu about it by my BFFs until we actually go.

i'm sore from the second bout of snow shoveling this week. my guy was ill yesterday, so i made him stay inside and my BFF#2 and i did all 4 cars, the entire driveway (it's 3 lanes wide and 200 ft long). we also did the street in from of our house, because mr volunteer plowman didn't come back and save us. it's took several hours with one 20 min. break to get water.

my b-i-l was supposed to help dig out but didn't show to dig but helped himself to the lumberjack breakfast i cooked (the fucker). when asked why he didn't help, he said "i'm sore and tired of shoveling snow." what a pussy. i don't get to be too tired to be a mom, or too sore to do my job. newsflash: i'm sore. i have a spinal cord injury with orders not to do things like shovel snow, yet i did several times. my right hand is numb, so i'm taking a pass on shoveling next time. i'm also having the worst period i've had since that first one after the baby. everything hurts. i'm bloated, i'm having the worst mood swings ever and my face is sun burnt from the snow. he picked the wrong time to cross me. i hit his car with the snow shovel. Okay, the first time was a pure accident, but it felt good, so i did it two more times. i made myself stop before i channeled twanda from fried green tomatoes and did some real damage.

the day it snowed (the second time) I got a closet cleaned out and converted into a pantry and all the crap from the closet either trashed or put away in the basement, so now i just need to go through mandolin's room to pull out the baby toys and small clothing, and then move into my guy's office and have an organization field day. After these two tasks are done, my house will be organized and cleanclean, not just company clean (you know, where you hide all the clutter and make it look clean, but it really isn't? yeah, no more of that for me!).

I have two job interviews this week, but i'm not going to take either job.

Crazy Bitch

Yesterday we went to several stores looking for road salt. Only having 2 days between blizzards doesn't leave a lot of time to prepare. Most places hadn't had time to get new stock in, and many had already yanked the winter stock in favor of spring stock, even though we're literally ass deep in snow with no end in sight. Anyway, we were on our way into store #5 when a minivan backed up suddenly without looking behind and hit us. My BFF#2 was closer to the baby, so she grabbed her and did a duck and roll move to get out of the way while I proceeded to lift my foot and kick the stuffing out of the back side of the minivan. Of course the kicking was just to let the crazy bitch driving know that there were people behind her and not out of a need to avenge the almost death of my kid....After I got over the kicking and ensure the safety of the baby and BFF#2, we made our way to the side of the van and exchanged some words with the crazy bitch. I didn't cuss once. I merely made it clear that if one isn't going to look, one should give up on driving and then made it clear that it's shameful to almost kill a baby in a parking lot because one is incompetant while driving. Looking back, I'm not sure if the driver was a crazy bitch or if the title belongs to me.

funny

we were sitting at chick-fil-a having lunch today when Mandolin started singing a mixed version of the "are you sleeping?" and "i love you" songs. We've changed the words to put her name in there, so she has no idea that the songs are wrong. Anyway, it was dead silent in there when she started to sing at the top of her lungs, and 2 year olds have large lungs. I couldn't help but laugh almost hysterically at the image she presented. She had on her tutu, hot pink sweats, green hairband and toobig brown snowboots with BBQ sauce all over her face. After a few moments she noticed me laughing at her and said "you're so funny mommy" and then started laughing at my laughing at her hysterically. That's why I love being a mom and treasure staying home with her. I feel bad for people who miss out on moments like that.

Oh, I stole my brother-in-laws camera and took many pictures of Mandolin playing in the snow while we shoveled, so I hope to post some soon.

sore

it's one am and i'm too sore to sleep, so this may or may not make any sense. It took 4 people over 12 hours to shovel our driveway and cars out from the several feet of snow we got from fiday to saturday evening. Our street is a side street and ends with a dead end, so we don't get plowed by the county. EVER. At the start of the street is a business where they own and operate a plow (well and other equipment too but the plow is the important part to this story) to maintain the cemeteries we live in the middle of. Everyone at my house and so0me of the people on our street were in the road shoveling the street clear when the plow man went in and out of the cemetery entrance near my house about three times. There are several enterances and exits to accomodate high traffic. Plowman smiled and waived at us each time he drove past looking amused at the 10 plus people and several children clearning the street by hand. One neighbor became angry at his happy little waive and yelled at the plow man each time he drove past. After a few rounds of this, the plow man gave in and plowed our street a few times until it was drivable. It's important to note that when the snowfall is taller than a corolla, one shouldn't attempt to drive said corolla without making sure the snow is clared away. I was so happy the man plowed for us, my arms were about to fall off. We were all going to pay the man, but he didn't want any money, the dear man. Earlier in the year I thought of sending a note to the maintenance company to see if we could take a collection up on the street to pay for them to clear our street every time it snows, since the county will never salt or plow it. We'd be plowed, they'd get some extra cash: everyone's happy. However, after a neighbor told me why we no longer have block parties, I was discouraged from asking my neighbors to rally together to get our street plowed. I was going to make a snazzy flier and go door-to-door and everything. c'est la vie. I do feel bad for the houses further down towards the dead end than mine is because the plow man started at our house and plowed to the road, ignoring the second half of the street. None of those people were out shoveling their drives or patch of road in front, so i guess he thought they didn't want to be cleared out that bad.

In the end, we're expecting as much as 6" on tuesday/wednesday, so we're going to be out there again. I hope the snowplowman remembers us and still loves us and runs his plow again. I was very worried that another house on the street would burn down, or my neighbor who is dying of cancer would need to get to the hospital. We were cut off from all emergency services and it wasn't a good feeling. We were lucky because my guy's parents lost heat, power and water for a few days. Luckily they kept their gas stove and didn't switch to electric and had wood for their fireplace handy, so they were able to cook and stay warm. This is why people move to Floridia.

Thunder Snow

is a rare weather event where lightning and thunder happen in the middle of a snow storm. Most people, who are in a climate that gets snow, live their entire lives without experiencing thunder snow. I learned about it when I was 19 and taking a physical geography class and we had to learn about weird weather etc. At the time, the prof. (a well known geologist also married to a well known geologist who co-authored many textbooks on the subject) talked of how she'd experienced thunder snow once in her life and upon going to conventions with other people in the field, had only met a handful of people who'd experienced it.

Tonight, I'm sitting here in the middle of a blizzard and it just started to THUNDER SNOW. It's flashing and roaring out there like it does in July when we get a massive thunder storm, only we're getting 6 feet of snow, not a few inches of rain. The events that need to happen to create thunder and lightning usually counter-act the events that need to happen for it to snow, so this really is an opposites attract moment. My family is sleeping and missing something that will probably never happen again in their lives. (not that they care that they're missing it). Me? I'm glad I remembered what thunder snow is and that I get to experience some truly oddball weather.