FOUL....

yeah... that basically covers my mood.

I'm CONVINCED that I'm not going to loose tomorrow at WI. I've been exercising daily. I've been following the plan. However, we upped my daily points to 35 because of the hour or more of exercise in the water.

I don't feel it folks. You know how you can just TELL you're not loosing. YOU KNOW... YOU KNOW its just. not. working. Yeah. I'm there.

My frustration level is like... ::points to the moon:: THAT HIGH right now. I didn't even wanna eat dinner tonight. Mom finally forced the issue and I had 2 eggs on toast and a toasted cheese sandwich... for which I got yelled at about the amount of bread...

Yeah... everything is on my nerves. I SHOULD have had a visit from good ole' Aunt Flow like... Monday... but she's not shown up yet. I know I prolly have PMS and that's why my temper is on such a short fuse but ... I don't even like MYSELF right now.

And NOW? NOW!!! NOW I wanna eat like... EVERYTHING. I tend to do that. I'll not want to eat when I'm toward the end of PMS and when I finally DO eat... ZOMG I don't wanna stop. So, now I'm fighting that urge.

I'd just go to bed and sleep it off but... errrmmmm... its only 8:12pm... way too early.

HATE.EVERYTHING.RIGHT.NOW!!!



***Please excuse this rant. I HAD to get it out or I was going to strangle someone in this house and... honestly... I REALLY dun wanna go to jail.

Lil' League Blues

HOLY HELLS BUT MY SON'S BASKETBALL TEAM IS HORRID!!!

I had to get that out of my system. Those poor kids don't have a CLUE what they are supposed to be doing on that court. The coach, bless his heart, just smiles and laughs and tells em to have fun. That's what sports are supposed to be like for 7 year old kids.

Of course, the parents... heh... we were sitting on the bleachers yelling things like, "RUN TO THE FRIGGIN' BASKET ALREADY!" or "GET THE BALL!! STRIP IT FROM HIM!!". There was also the ever popular, "GET YOUR HANDS OUT OF YOUR POCKETS JIMMY!" and "PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE GAME GEDY!" We... were... HORRIBLE.

No WONDER kids are so competitive these days, eh?

Updates and Apologies

Apologies:

So, SO sorry I've been so absent post wise lately. Life has been completely crazy lately.

Updates:

My grandmother is home and doing... ok. She's having a rough time and we're thinking some of her meds aren't properly managing some of the health issues but we're waiting and giving it a lil more time.

My Father In Law is now in the hospital. He had knee surgery replacement on both knees recently and he's thrown some clots into his lungs. He's recovering and will be on a cumin regimen for the next 6 or so months to make sure the problem doesn't recur.

Husband's Grandmother was taken to the ER today. She fell and scraped the hell out of her arm. The probably wouldn't have bothered with the ER except she started having dizzy spells and threw up something... well.. black. The Dr's didn't admit her but sent her home with medications for dizziness and nausea and instructions to see her regular physician.... WTF???

I spent today wrapping gifts. I'm DONE. Whew! I have ONE MORE gift to purchase. Bleh.

I have lost 7.2 lbs in the last 2 weeks. I have lost a total of 62 lbs since mid July. I am 1.3 lbs from being below 400 lbs. Holy Hells!

Query:

Teachers and gift certificates for a restaurant ... your thoughts?

Cute Shecky Story:

My child now plays basketball. At the first practice, I observed him picking on a child on his team that has Down's Syndrome. Its not anything he wouldn't have done to pick on any other child but I lost it. I called him offa the court in the MIDDLE of practice. He walked off the court. The coach said, "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" My child, bless his bones, replied, "MY MOMMAH HOLLERED FOR ME TO COME TO HER!" EVERYONE heard. EVERYONE laughed. I... wanted... to... die. lol. At least he's trained well.

The One In Which I Admit I Fail At Life

Today I listened to my father rant at me about how dirty the house was. The floors were dirty and needed mopped. Everything was dusty. I left my shoes in a corner of the living room rather than on the back porch. Everything was wrong.

I've been doing what I can in Mom's absence. Cooking, picking up the house, dishes, keeping up with the laundry. It doesn't sound like much but you have to remember. I'm a 408 lb lady. That's a LOT for me. I can't mop yet. I can't move furniture and vacuum behind it yet. I can't do a LOT of things yet. I feel like I suck enough without him reinforcing my sucktitude ThankYouVeryMuch.

Due to his tirade lasting all morning I didn't eat until 11:30 today. My blood sugars crashed like mad. I was mid crash when I was trying to fix lunch for Shecky, Dad and I. I forgot Mom is storing things in the oven. I melted some plastic containers and bags containing candied fruit for our fruit cakes... that we had to order online... cause none of the stores in this God forsaken BFE SELL the damned red and green candied pineapple. There was red candied pineapple and ... well.. GOO all over the inside of the oven. I cleaned it up but not until after I ate... which... yanno... pissed him off all over again. To be fair I didn't tell him I was having a sugar crash but THAT was only because I didn't want him freaking out about that too. Meh.

I've been waiting for him to blow up all week. My nerves have been driving me nuts all week. I KNEW I couldn't keep the house clean enough to keep him in check but I tried. Unfortunately, I snacked a lot this week as a result of the Nervous Nellie's that I had. I caught myself doing it off and on all week. I tried to compensate for it the best I could by eating fewer points than normal on those days... but... I still didn't loose anything this week.

So... yeah... I fail at life this week. Good thing a new one is starting, eh?

Calling ALL Lurkers!

Today is The Great MOFO Delurk! The Blogaverse is asking all our lurkers and regular commenters to talk to us! (So we know we're not talking to ourselves... but... ummmmm... I kinda do that ANYWAY... but... *cough* Yeah...)

Please let us know you're out there. ALL of you... talk ... to... ALL... Of.. US! WOOT!

Just so you don't feel like a doof with nothing to say, here's a question for ya.

"What is your dream job and why?"

My dream job is to be a professional singer. When I sing for other people its the ONE TIME I feel like I "belong" ... yanno?

School Daze, School Daze

I cannot BELIEVE that school starts in a few weeks. This summer has just flown by. I got Shecky registered for school. It was a MUCH different process than last year. It was very casual, one form to fill out. That was it. I was SHOCKED! Last year we filled out a whole reams worth of forms and a lot of it was redundant! Bleh. I got the school supplies list when I registered him and got all the supplies bought and labeled. Shecky was all excited when I told him about it. He made me list off everything I got him. Messenger bag, Pirates of the Caribbean spiral notebook, Crayola Crayons, Crayola Markers, Crayola Map Colors, Pirate Pencils, Fuzzy Pencils, Regular Pencils, Pirate themed erasers, brightly colored erasers, Elmer's Glue, Binder, folders, the list goes on and on and on. He was tickled that I'd gotten some special things for him rather than just the generic plain notebooks and pencils. =I= was tickled that he was so excited.

Later that night Shecky called at almost 10PM. I was like... WTF?!?!?!?! He said "Mom? MOM! Did you remember to get me SCISSORS????" Me: "Yes hon. I got everything on the list. I even got you some neat scissors with like... flames on them and stuff." Shecky: "Oh! Thank GOD! I gave myself a HEART ATTACK thinkin' you didn't get my SCISSORS!" Me: "A Hear... Son... get to bed!"

Oh... Mah... GAH! That child does have his moments. A heart attack... over SCISSORS! I've now heard it all...

My Child Has Lost His Mind

I have to share this. Shecky isn't even HERE and he's cracking my shit up! I was just on the phone with Mom. We were talking about Father's Day and what Dad needs etc. Suddenly, I hear my child's voice over a walkee talkee. I can't really understand what he's saying but then I hear Sparky's voice saying that Shecky was trying to "Change the channel". Now, I'm completely confused at this point. I was like... "The Hell?" Mom provided the following explanation:

Three of the kids have walkee talkee's. Shecky, Sparky and one of the other kids they've been playing with. They all use them to talk to their parents/guardians up at the lake and let them know what they are doing or where they are going. Its a neat little system really. Each child and corresponding guardian is on a specific channel 1, 2 or 3. (It makes sense. This way there is no cross talk or confusion as to which child is doing what.) However, the kids want to be on the same channel to talk to one another.

Now, being the top notch problem solver that I am, I commented that there should be more than 3 channels. Why don't they use one of the others to talk to each other on. Mom confirmed that there are like 8 channels. I, once again, asked why not use one of the others and this was her reply...


"They could but... they're all riding around together on the same golf cart."

I... have... no... words. Well, except, "The HELL?" LOL