I am ever so slightly traumatized

My oldest daughter is wearing a sports bra. She's 8... I am totally freaked out about this. First of all, she's too young, second of all, I am too young... I am soo not ready for puberty. I have long said that I was going to do the whole "talk" better than my mother did. But I assumed I had several more years to get there. I thought I had more time to plan.

So, apparently we will be looking at the puberty issue sooner than I thought...

Sigh

Yum!

Random yumminess from my kitchen today... I made guacamole pasta... sort of my own recipe.  Sooo yummy!!! A little spicy, a little tangy, very yum! That's sort of all I have to say. At least for now. Carry on.

A quandry. a stupid quandry, but a quandry nonetheless

So, random factoid about the snarky and sassy one... I hate exercise.  Like LOATHE it.  So, how do I sneak it past myself to actually get some exercise without, you know, doing crunches??  I dance.  Not all that well necessarily, but I dance.  I LOVE to dance.  Dancing isn't a workout... it just has the side effect of raising my heart rate and making me sweat a little.  (in a totally hot way, not in an eww, get a towel way - at least in my delusional mind, and it's my delusion, leave it alone)

Ok, so, my quandry, or question that has me perplexed this week... has to do with alcohol and dancing.  Hang on, it's gonna take me a minute to get there, enjoy the ride.

My dancing - since you know, with two smallish children I can't go clubbing every night, consists of Just Dance on the Wii, and I just bought Zumba for the Wii in the hopes that having to move my hips so much will help me tone up that nasty mid-section that I'd love to blame on my children and 2 c-sections, but let's face it, I like to eat.  So, I try to dance a little during the week - as I have time or inclination, to get a little of that "E" word.

This week, we went to dinner, and I had a margarita, or three.  We came home, and I thought, well, I not only had stupid empty calories in the margarita or three, I also had a couple bites of dessert... So, let's dance.

SHIT!  All this moving and jumping around freakin' hurts my head.  I think I might just have an ax sticking out of my head.  Can someone please look and see if I accidentally met an ax murderer and didn't notice??

stop. quandry time.

wtf?  I don't understand this... Normally when I do, on that rare occasion, go out to a club to dance, I am, of course, enjoying a margarita or five, or shots of patron, or, well, whatever else I feel like drinking, or someone feels like buying me (insert cute little grin here).  And I never have a headache when I'm dancing.  And this dancing after dinner and drinks, wasn't like I waited 3 hours after the margaritas and then thought lets' dance... So, is it because I'm continuing to drink WHILE I dance that makes my head not hurt?  Or did I just not drink ENOUGH to dance to?  If that's the case, let's try that again!  and, furthering my quandry, is this... I don't get hang-overs.  Like never. ever. have never had one. no matter WHAT I did the night before.  (don't hate me).  But this felt like what I assume a hangover feels like.  HTF do I end up feeling like that just 30 minutes after having three margaritas? 

I know, stupid random quandry.  Hi, that's me!  Please continue with your regularly scheduled lives.  I'll just go try another margarita or three and see if it was a fluke.  :)

Lazy day confessional

I love my "daily uniform" of skirts, heels, makeup, the works... I really do. It's fun. But...  lazy day, it's 5:35 pm and I'm in my jammies (I know it doesn't really count since I got up, got dressed for church, came home and got back in my jammie's but this is my blog, so shut up) this kind of day rocks my socks, if i were wearing any. But I'm not, just some slippers.

Even better? My absolute favorite kind of day? The I don't have to set an alarm kind of day, which is tomorrow... paradise! Even better is planning not to get out of my jammies tomorrow, except maybe to go get a Mani pedi... what better way to start the new year?

Ooh, new year... for the first time, well since I've been a "grown up" I am not resolving to lose weight! I am resolving to stay on task and not put all my hard work in the toilet. Yay! That in itself feels freakin' amazing.

It's not me if I'm not ranting or bitching about something, right? So, my rant after losing weight this year... wtf is with women's sizes!?!? I seriously don't know what size I wear! How is that possible? I thought I knew, but for giggles I tried on a lower size... and it fit. So i tried on another size lower... and it fit too... again I am going with wtf? How can 3 sizes fit me? I was too scared of bursting my bubble to try the next size down, as it is sort of my "HOLY GRAIL" of sizes, you know, that size that my hips shall never ever see again, forever and ever amen after all you are the mother of two? You know that size? Well it's the next one down... and I'm afraid I might spontaniously combust if i were to try it on and fit into it. Or stroke out. What a way to go! Bury me in those jeans, you may have to, they may not come back off my baby making hips...

OK, well, for those of bored enough to be reading... happy new year! Hope your day is rocking your choice of appropriate footwear. Muah!