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!

Old. Just damn old.

What does it mean, exactly, to age gracefully? Bc I always swore I would do this... I swore I'd gracefully age with dignity. I would not be overly vain. I would accept that time leaves its mark on everyone, and I would just be more beautifully me...

That my friends is some shit.

I was all fine and good until someone pointed out grey hsirs today. Now, I am not stupid, there have been some sneaky grey hairs at my temples for a few years, thus furthering my "I can be dignified enough to age and not have to go dye it all" mentality. But when my boss says, "turn back that way... wow, you are starting to grey!!" I didn't believe him. I lived in denial for 8 more hours. I pointed out that I was well aware of the grey at my temples thank you very much...

And then I looked in the mirror. Oh. My.

Why did no one tell me??? Seriously, I at least expected those of you who follow me to kindly take me to the side and say "honey... time to dye it" similar to time to diet... but I digress.

I started looking. At first I thought, maybe it's just the light... playing tricks on me. I don't have that much grey, do I?

So now, my query... can I continue my "gracefully" outlook? When it looks to be a growing problem? I am too freaking young to be grey, right?? Please someone, anyone give me an amen here... I don't feel like I should be grey. I sense a mid life crisis boiling... one thing for certain... I won't go blonde again.

Here is my fear, or my irrational craziness, whatever you want to call it. I think in my head, as long as I didn't start dying it, it wouldn't spread, and I'd never be "that girl" with roots that are white with dark brown hair... so if I dye it, will it just make it more noticeable? Or do I keep it un-dyed and let it be not just my roots but all over crazy grey??

Beware, if you see me in the reality zone known as real life, I may be slightly more nuerotic than normal. Yes, I get crazier!! Hide the chocolate, she's a raving lunatic...

Losing weight...

I know, I am the worst blogger... but, well, who cares.

OK, so, you would think that losing weight would e one of those single most uplifting experiences, right? I mean, you feel better, you look better, clothes fit better, you don't scare the mirror when it sees you naked... :-)  really though, not so much.

Here's what I mean. I've lost some weight lately. Not huge amounts, and maybe that's what bugs me the most about this... I have lost approximately 12 pounds over the course of a year... since may, it's been about 5. So, this is no "biggest loser" feat. This is just, hey, I really need to stay on top of this before age and such take over... you know time and genetics will kick your ass every time...

OK, so, yay me. Lost weight, hit my goal the week before thanksgiving, which just means I now have a couple pounds to work off again. :-)

I'm proud of me, and I am happy when people notice I've lost weight.  But there is noticing, and there is noticing... here's what has my panties in a bunch... in the last week, I've gotten these two comments "wow, you have lost soooo much weight, you are a lot smaller" and "wow, just from those pictures of you in June, you've lost a bunch"

So, the first... really, I've only lost 10 since you saw me last year... was I just huge? Do you have to offer the superlatives of sooo much weight? And, since June? Really? That was maybe 5 pounds ago. I try to find the compliment in those, and move on... but it has me second guessing my "goal". Should I stop here and be happy with myself? Or are these people telling me, oh no sweetie, another 10 would be better.

I like me here, and before anyone goes all ape.... on me, I am losing the weight for me, not for anyone else, I have a perfectly healthy self image, I like myself, OK? I'm just not very good at seeing myself through other peoples' eyes.  So when I get a silly comment like those, I have to scratch my head and wonder if people even think before they open their mouths, you know, like ever...

OK, I'm off to go eat now. It is after all the start of the holiday season! Pass the turkey, pass the pies, sure hope it doesn't end up on my thighs... :-)

Pin addict.

That's me.  I was introduced to Pinterist at a room mom's meeting.  One of the teachers was telling me how much she loved it.  I was skeptical.  Until I started looking.  Now, I CAN. NOT. STOP.  I am finding recipes like crazy - and the ones I've tried have been incredible!!!  Also - I am widening my fashion comfort zone thanks to pinterest.  Mostly b/c I can't see clothes and make an outfit - I have to see an outfit and copy it.  So, there are lots of cool people out there who do that for me.  Of course, this usually just causes me to go out looking for, oh, say, a burnt orange skirt like a crazy woman b/c I can't find one ANYWHERE!!!

But I digress. 

I have decided, since last year was so much fun surprising my girls about going to Disney, even though they picked how they wanted to find out - that this coming year, I'm going to surprise them without them knowing what's coming.  I cannot decide however, how to do it... I've been looking online - watching stories, etc, just don't know the best way to do it.  I do know, or am pretty sure, we are doing Disney twice next year.  Ever since joining the Disney Vacation Club, it makes SO MUCH sense to go there as often as possible.  Or, that's my story and I'm sticking to it ;-) 

Ok - wow.  i really am pretty boring, I have nothing better to say.  *sigh* 

Small successes

I told you, don't be all disappointed if I forget I'm blogging for weeks, months at a time... That's just how I roll.  :D

OK, I am choosing to celebrate small successes, instead of focusing on defeats that seem so insurmountable, or large successes that I can never seem to achieve, I choose to focus on small successes.

Do you think if I keep repeating this, I'll believe it? 

Yeah, me neither, but it's worth a shot.

So, here goes, first small success.  Since November of last year - I've sort of been trying to lose weight.  Not religiously, not extreme - just trying to make smart decisions and lose a little weight.  I am down 7 pounds.  Better than that, since that seems like a VERY small success (especially given it has been almost a year) but I've lost 5 inches off my waist.  THAT is a pretty good success.

The downside - it appears that my, ahem, assets, have no thought of shrinking... My "hip" measurement has not changed by a cm.  Really?  My waist can shrink 5 INCHES, and my "hips" are the same stinkin' size.

*sigh*

Oh, whoops, small successes.  Right.

7 pounds.  Yay me. (Notice how I'm NOT whining, venting, complaining, or showing how I feel like I'm about to crumble?  No, not me, I'm celebrating success.  Damnit.)