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Okay. Let me start with the fact that all of my life I have been too skinny. You know the type that everyone always rolled their eyes at if I complained about it. In fact being too skinny was just as much a pain in the arse as being over weight. I am 5'9" and until 44th birthday I was wearing a size 4 pants. My weight was 142. I was happy with that weight even tho I was in terrible shape. Meaning I quit wearing shorts and fell in love with capri's instead of exercising.
Fast forward to today (a few weeks from my 46th BD) and I am 20+ pounds heavier. Note this extra weight has occured very fast. I have been pretty idle on my job for the past 7 years (mostly driving). But still..............I am in total shock. I can't believe it when I look in the mirror. I started walking 2 miles a day. I have only done it for a few days but not noticing any change. I replaced fast food with a salad several days a week. I am not much of a bread eater. I do enjoy some sweets but not what I would consider excessive.
I hate this. Cursed half my life with no weight and now this!
LORDY .... I need some intervention quick!
Any ideas?
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Tuesday....What the heck?
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
A must see story....
Please check out my other blog for the store of Logan from Houston. I didn't want to post it on both sites so, please go see it. It is amazing.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
Being Number 5 wins award!
Friends just when you don't expect it~ a blessing falls your way. I have been blogger friends with some great people in my short time blogging. One of my friends is Jean9 of Lapidary Queen Wannabees. She is caring, creative, talented and a very positive gal. Her website has fantastic jewelry creations. I have been voting for her daily on this link. If you would be so kind to participate, Jean and I would be forever grateful. Just click HERE and then click: Vote For Handcrafted Jewelry at DJsat Jewelry Galore. While you are there check out her darling Barefoot Sandals! She also has an extremely creative way to use a T-shirt to make a grocrey bag for all us greenies! (much cheaper than buying one)
Jean I am so very touched and honored that you included me in your special group of recipients of the Arte y Pico award. (HUG)
This award was created and to be given to bloggers who inspire others with their creativity and their talents, also for contributing to the blogging world in whatever medium. When you receive this award it is considered a "special honor". Once you have received this award, you are to pass it on to 5 others."
What a wonderful way to show some love and appreciation to your fellow bloggers!!!
The rules for passing this honor on:
1) Pick 5 blogs that you would like to award this honor to.
2) Each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone.
3) Each award winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given her or him the award itself.
4) Award-winner and the one who has given the prize have to show the link of "Arte y Pico" blog, so everyone will know the origin of this award. http://arteypico.blogspot.com/.
Here is my list of recipients:
Matt-speak. You may think I am bias because Matt is my brother. But as soon as you read his blog, you will find that he has an amazing gift of seeing both sides of a situation and articulating his position in a clear and concise manner. Please visit his blog often to get a new perspective on the news!
McNelly Family Adventures. Christi is a wonderful example of one who knows her purpose and lives her life to the fullest. She is a very christian girl who lives out loud. By that I mean she talks the talk and walks the walk. You will find all the sincerety and kindness in the world speaking with her. Check out her blogs and see for yourself.
Tasha's Take Tasha is a beautiful talented writer. She is writing her first novel.. The Big Picture. I linked to that blog because she really works hard on the novel and would love some readers and feed back. Tasha really has a knack for writing but above that, she finds the time to comment on many blogs and maintain friendships. She is a compassionate and giving person. One of my blessed blogger buddies! Give her a look!
Vikki North Vikki's Fine Art Gallery is an absolute must see! She is an extrememly gifted artist. I have commited to owning one of her paintings. I am at a loss as to which one I love the most. She brilliantly writes a short story to accompany each work of art. Please don't miss this awesome treat for the eyes and soul!
Karen and Gerard Zemek Karen is a true jewel of a blogger buddy. She is one of the first to comment on a new post. She supports your attempts at creativity no matter how lacking you may be in the talent pool. She has written a book about her dad "My Funny Dad Harry". Obviously a loving and devoted daughter, she produces two blogs that are funny and entertaining. Please drop in and say hi to my buddy Karen and her Kittys!
Monday, June 16, 2008
Monday blues
Oh to be young again. My first grade pixture....
I want so badly to feel energized and ready for the week.
Today I am blah.....
I don't have anything to really look forward to at work. I do look forward to getting home today because we spent the weekend cleaning and washing windows so the house looks spiffy!
I turn 46 in a few weeks... July 5th, arghhh. I am getting in worse and worse shape as I get older. I am still in good shape compared to some but could be a whole lot better. I walked around the perimeter of our property yesterday morning. I measures a mile exactly. I wanted to do it daily but I guess no bad enough! hahahah
Oh well, not to bore you any longer.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
50 Free Entrecard Credits
I will give 50 Free Entre card credits to the first person who comments on this post.
You don't have to do anything other than post a response. Obviously I can't respond to anonymous replies... Ha!
This is just for fun. I will transfer the credits to the winner when I get home from work Tuesday at 7:30 PM Central Time..
Good Luck!
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Just one Chapter
I do not intend on posting in perfect chronological order. I will just post items as I recall them.
This brings to mind camping. My fearless mother would load all eight kids in the family station wagon. That car was a necessary evil. Large enough to accommodate the huge family but not the most comfortable if you were relegated to the back seat.
My first memories of camping were at a private lake camp ground owned by my father’s company. It was on Eagle Mountain Lake and called the Bee Hive. There was an A frame house and a few boat houses that housed the sail boats and row boats. Everything was there for use by all employees and their families.
The opening of the season was marked with a celebration called Splash Day! That day for me was as great as Christmas in the summer. I recall large containers filled with Mrs. Bairds and Hostess cakes, cookies, sno-balls, every kind of sweet pastry and cake imaginable. Then another huge container iced down with hundreds of soft drinks of every flavor. Literally a child’s paradise. Since I was too young to help with the cooking and etc. I’m not sure how the food part worked
. I think everyone was responsible for their own breakfast and dinners. My older brothers would run and grab a sail boat and cruise the lake with what seemed to me expert precision. My younger brothers and I would play in the sand digging paths from the water up to the dry part of the sand making castles and moats. We wandered the shores barefoot and look for clam shells. By the end of the weekend we usually had a large “priceless” collection that we felt sure we would keep forever.
Two of the scariest memories I have relating to water happened at that lake. One time my brothers and I were playing with a float in water that was probably only 5 feet deep but my toes barely touched the ground. I somehow got momentarily stranded underneath the float and could not get up for air fast enough. After drinking in half the lake I burst through the surface of the lake gasping for that sacred breath that eluded me. I was hysterical. I saw my short life pass before my eyes and vowed never to enter the water again. After some coaxing from my siblings I went back in the next day. It seemed like my lungs had water in them for a week after that!
Then next horrifying water experience involved my brother David. He is 2 years older. One time while playing in the water right at the edge of where it was too deep for me to stand, he pushed me a foot further out than I could stand. I had to bounce on my toes to catch breaths of air. I was taking in water every time I screamed for help. Again felt sure I was going to drown and screaming like a banshee Indian, my mother came running and yelling for them to get me out of the water. I was relieved to be rescued only to get scolded by my mother for screaming like a wild animal. I felt sure the theatrics were justified in order to save my life but she disagreed! Ha, I felt like David got away with attempted murder!
Mom continued the camping tradition even after the divorce. We would go to a rental place and rent a tent and some of those black tire inner tubes. I know we made several trips to Grapevine Lake to camp. The kids would scatter on picnic tables and in the tent and back of the car. Mom would even let some of us bring friends with us. I can’t believe what a fantastic job she did raising us on a shoe string budget to say the least and providing us with magical get a ways that rivaled a $5,ooo trip to Disney Land.
On one disastrous trip to the lake, we were struck with the worst luck one could expect. Mom had a boyfriend help get us all loaded up and out to the lake. I can’t remember the details but I think our plumbing was out at home and mom was three shakes from a nervous breakdown if one more thing went wrong, so he suggested the camping trip for the weekend.
Again, my memory is sketchy but I remember the muffler falling and dragging the ground making sparks and a hideous noise. We stopped and somebody wired it up with a coat hanger. We finally got to the perfect spot to unload and set up camp. Some of the kids ran to the lake immediately to cool off and take a dip. I wandered off in the woods to explore. I had Keds tennis shoes and no socks on. I felt something snap against my left ankle and looked down to see a section of my flesh missing. It was about the size of the mouth of a snake!!! After my blood curdling scream, somebody whisked me up and carried me to the picnic table for first aid. At that moment one of the kids stepped on a piece of glass and sliced open their foot. It was obvious this trip was doomed. I think I remember the boyfriend telling mom that this was more than he signed on for and suggested we all load up and head home. I did feel awful for ruining everyone’s weekend
. On the way home we hit a dip and the muffler fell completely off and we didn’t even stop this time. (laughing my a** off now) We kept on driving sounding like a Mack Truck rolling through the neighborhood. An unforgettable weekend for all, I’m sure!!