Dust Off The Cob Webs

It's time to dust off the cob webs off my blog page. Since Lou is playing softball and Bb playing baseball my time is very limited leaving a small window to begin with. And since I write BB every night I find my blog collecting as much dust as my living room and let me tell ya that is quite a bit. If I can't find time to blog do you honestly think I have time to dust? Hell no! Even if I had time to dust do you think I would? Hell no!

Here is a brief run down of the most current events. Ready - Set - Go!

WEIGH IN #4
It's official. I am now in to a double digit weight loss. Yes, another 2 pounds for a grand total of 11. Even though I'm proud of myself I was hoping for a grand total of 12 for an average of 3 per week. Guess I better find that extra pound, or not find it is a better way to say it, before next weeks weigh in.

WEIGH IN #3
Another 2 pounds bite the dust.

FIRST GAME
Lou had her first game. She is batting 2nd and played 3rd. 1st time up she hit the ball. I was jumping up and down like some crazy woman that finally fit in her skinny jeans. She got on first, stole 2nd and ended up scoring. 2nd time up she struck out. Boo Hiss Hiss. But at least she went down swingin'. 3rd time up she walked, ended up stealing 3rd and scoring again. I couldn't have been prouder. However, when Lou discovered I had a shirt that said "Lou's Mom" on the back you could see the shear terror come across her face. I was forbidden, I mean forbidden to let anyone see that shirt in any shape form or fashion. She was absolutely appalled and couldn't believe that I could even coniser the thought of purchasing such a reputation destroying item as a t-shirt that displays "Lou's Mom". "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING??? OH MY GOSH!!!" I thought it was a good idea. Guess not!

NOT THE SWINE FLU
About 2 weeks ago Lou & Bb were at the house when Bb suddenly became ill and progressively got worse and quick. Considering it was Sunday I had to take him to the UTC in Lexington. The throat swab for strep came back negative so the Dr. determined it was allergies. Allergies? Do allergies give you a fever of 100+? What do I know I'm not a Dr. but OK. Allergies it is. It's now Tuesday and he's still not better and his temp has now climbed to 104. He went to the family Dr. and long story short it's mono. Yep, mono. Good thing is he's not contagious unless his temp is over 104. 104? I think at that point you have more to worry about than being contagious.

NO GAME FOR YOU
With Bb having the kissing disease no baseball for him for at least 2 weeks. I was really kind of bumbed about that, even though it does keep me hopping with both of them playing, he has really dominated this season.

ALL I WANNA DO IS MOW
I am a strong independent woman. I can take care of myself while BB's gone. Right? Well maybe. Since he has been gone the water heater has gone on the fritz, the lawn mower battery is dead and the truck battery is also dead. So my first attempt at mowing the yard kind of went like this.

Throw up the garage door, jump on the mower and nothing. I mean nothing. I say to myself "Self, this isn't too bad, since I'm doing my weight loss challenge I'll just push mow." Cool, I'll push mow the 2 1/2+ acres of yard. Noooooo problem. I grab the keys jump in the truck to go to the storage building to get the push mower. Turn the key and "click, click, click". Ugh! Now what? Oh, I know, I'll weed eat. Looking, looking, looking. No weed eater. WHERE THE HELL IS THE WEED EATER?????????? To this day I still don't know where the weed eater is. So you know what I did? I bought Round Up. I'll show them. Whose them you ask? Them is they's cousin.

So, in a nut shell it has been main dish of crazy with a side of insanity. But I'm hangin' in there.

Weigh In #2

I was afraid "Sal" may not be very nice to me this morning but I was wrong. He could have been better but he wasn't as nasty as I imagined he may be. Especially since my run in with Mr. Monkey Bread this past week. Come on, tell me one person that can say no to hot out of the oven, ooey, gooey, covered in powered sugar monkey bread? Hmm? Hmm? Go ahead, tell me one person. I din't think so!

Anywho, the numbers rolled around and rolled around until they finally stopped on 120. Yes, 120! This is going to be a good, good day. Then, I hear this beeping sound. There it is again. What is that? I'm looking and looking but can't find it. Ah dammit! It's my alarm clock, so I get out of bed and stumble down the hall to meet Sal. Boo Hoo

Ok-now for the real weigh in. Again, I'm standing on the scales watching the flashing numbers when it finally stops. Yes, another 1 1/2 lbs down. Oh yeah, I'll take it. 7 pounds total. :)

No Thank You

Anytime anyone in the office is on a weight loss challenge the boss man (who also needs to be on a weight loss challenge and we remind him of this on a daily basis) sets out to make it his personal goal to tempt you with very bad foods. For instance, he will bring in donuts or set at his desk eating a pint of ice cream that he had me pick up on my lunch break. The latest example of his temptation is detailed below. Please, try to hold your gasps of horror 'til the end. Voo Doo victim #2

I was setting at my desk working (as I ALWAYS do) reviewing a students ledger with Rubber Nut. I could tell there was another bodily presence behind me and assumed it was the boss man. When all of the sudden this giant chocolate chip muffin so perfectly displayed on a plate appeared inches from my nose. The muffin was waving back and forth with this voice saying "hmmm, doesn't this look good? hmmm, doesn't this smell good". At this point I snapped and stabbed the delightful treat with a highlighter. The boss man let out a small childish scream and attempted to pull the muffin back but to no avail. My inner voice was screaming "DESTROY THE MUFFIN, DESTROY THE MUFFIN". The muffin displayed the behavior of a hot potato as we were both grabbing for it. Me to destroy it and the boss man to save it. It was rolling around, it was flipping up in the air and chocolate chips were flying everywhere. I finally got may hands on the muffin at which time I squeezed the delightful treat with all I had. The whole time this incident is occurring Rubber Nut is witnessing it from the sidelines literally jumping up and down exclaiming "Yes, Yes, Yes!" Ahhh, satisfaction!

The boss man cradled his poor muffin and waddles back to his hole trying to put the pieces back together all the while mumbling something under his breath to the affect of "you are a mean, mean person". LIFE IS GOOD!!

So boss man - No Thank You. I don't believe I will partake in a muffin today.

The Magic Number is...........

My first weigh in resulted in a 5 1/2 lb weight loss. Oh Yeah!!!! I couldn't find any cool picture of 5 1/2 so I had to settle for just 5.

I'm a little skeered to weigh in this week but we'll see what "Sal" has to say. That's right. I've named the square box with the flashing numbers. That's not weird is it? I just feel like we need to get to know each other a little more so I named it-I mean him.

I've been really nice and talking to him every day. I even offer to take him places but he says he just wants to hang out in the bathroom. I mean, I just don't know what else to do. I just can't please him.

My First VooDoo Victim is-Drum Roll Please

The 10 minute GooRoo TONY HORTON! Look at him standin' there all smug.
I know everyone always says the only way to slim down is by diet AND exercise so as promised I thought I would give good ole Mr. E a try. I finally broke the seal on my 10 minute workout video. Suuuuurely, I can endure exercise for a measly only 10 minutes. Right?

As the directions instructed I slipped on my "workout" clothes, put on my tennis shoes, cleared a spot in the living room floor, hit play and the fun began. "Hey, this isn't so bad" I thought with Lou's constant kackling in the background. I was movin' and a groovin', feelin' good about myself and what I was doin'. I was starting to get a little warm, my face turning red and was becoming winded when all of the sudden Mr. Toooony says "Ok group. Way to go. You have just completed your 2 minute warm up". Warm up, warm up? Are you serious? And then I hear him say "Don't forget to do your 2 minute cool down at the end of your workout". I hit pause and had a stare down with the TV.

I gave myself a pep talk and decided...it's cool, I'm down with this. 2 minute warm up, 2 minute cool down and a 6 minute workout. Hey, this is better than I thought. It's actually only 6 minutes. Woo Hoo!

I hit play and began. Again. I'm into it about 3 minutes (max) and am literally about to die when I notice in the corner a clock that is counting down and it's on 7:20. 7:20?? I thought is was only 6 minutes? I worked out a few more minutes (or seconds-whose counting?) and had to sit down.

I can't even believe I'm telling this on myself let alone putting it in writing. Anywho. I sit in my lazy boy and watch the rest of the video and they're just a talkin' and a smilin' while their workin' out makin' it look easy when it's NOT. Come to find out. It's a 2 minute warm up, 10 minute workout and a 2 minute cool down. I am not a mathematician by no means but I know 2+10+2=14 not 10! And don't try to justify it as the warm up and cool down is not exercise because if you are up moving around it's exercise!!

So, I'm going to suck it up, quit being a cry baby and do my best at this. No Pain No Gain! Blah, Blah, Blah. Whoever said that is STUPID and my next mission is to discover who said that and make them my next VooDoo victim.

Until by next cry baby session~

Rose Baggs

The Number Are Too High :(

On a previous blog posting I mentioned that I would begin a weight loss challenge once BB shipped off to his man/fat camp. Since the numbers on that digital box in my bathroom have such high numbers and BB is gone my personal challenge has begun. My weight loss program of choice is Weight Watchers. I have mentally prepared myself to begin the Beach Body 10 minute workout by Tony Horton. I don't know how that whole physical activity thing and me are going to mix but I'll give it a shot. What else do I have to do? Oh, I know - eat ice cream.


I told the girls and guy at work what I was doing and since most of them are also trying to slim down they decided not only to bond together for encouragement but to make a friendly wager of it. We agreed to put in $20 and hold the contest for 12 weeks. We had our first weigh in on Friday the 10th in the Sulley U Medical Assisting lab. Of course whom ever has lost the largest percent of weight at the end of 12 weeks wins 100 smakaroos.

Wanna see a picture of my new best friend?

Watch for the upcoming results of the weekly challenge. I miss food already. I'm skeered!

Strip Club or Team Name?

Ok girls - how many of your significant others have graced the door or doors of one of the many "classy" strip joints where skank ho's remove their clothes to provide men with a cheap thrill? Oh, I'm sorry I'm not being politically correct. Gentleman's Club.

Some of the well known hot spots are:

• The Club House
• Solid Platinum
• Pure Gold
• Deja Vue and
• Diamond Girls

The funny thing is you can tell they are scandalous places just by their names. Right? Wrong! Diamond Girls is NOT the name of a local strip joint - I don't guess. It's the name of Lou's softball team. What the hell!? Diamond Girls? Diamond Girls? Couldn't they have come up with another name for a group of young pre-teen girls?

I'm so distraught I have to sign off for now but here is a promise to all my fans.

There will be more frequent posts!