Chart Update.. one more bounce

R we Tired yet?

I am finding that it is a whole new world out there.

I am wearing strange clothes and feeling 'out of my element' now, my 21 year old daughter helps me shop, she knows that I do not want to 'dress 21' but I do want to wear clothes that 'fit' and you know that you can not trust a sales person to tell you the truth.

so

now I am wearing skorts and sleeveless and form fitting and I am getting 'checked out', yesterday I got some looks because I was wearing sandals that did not go with my dress, but my toe hurt, so I had to make do. now I know I need to pick up some 'dress' sandals' and start dressing the part of the other humans.

most of the people that I come in contact with each day do not know me. that includes the people that KNEW me before. they do not recognize me. I can stand right there and talk to them and they do not know that they have known me for 10 years. people are just weird.

I made an impression last night, I went to my son's school music recital, and I wore a DARLING black lace skirt and a tight tank top with lots of cream lace. very cute. I swear, there were 20% skinny people in the crowd and 80% fluffy people, no one gave me bad looks, just LOOKED. I kept my tummy sucked in and still felt 'fat' which is still 'from within' not without. (granted my dh, commented (not meanly) about my deflated intertube around my tummy) but he cheerfully noticed that my batwings are shrinking. so back to the topic..

MOST people talk to me the same. more people 'help' me because they think that I am too frail to pick something up. and I get a lot more acceptance from the general public than I did before surgery. I do not share that I had surgery, so I do not get any more backlash about it. my pet peeve with one lady last week was she seriously thought that I would not be able to get down a WHOLE arbys small shake. heehee took me the same amount of time as it would have a year ago. I think it goes back to high school, people will believe in us, what we believe in ourselves. if you 'believe' that you fit in, you do. it is more about 'projection' than about what others perceive.

last night I was ready to go to bed, forgot that Krys and the baby were still here and needed a ride home, stopped off at the store and got them and me some groceries, at like MIDNIGHT

today it is raining, I have to hit two banks, make a credit card payment, deposit my print payments

I really need to get my display up at the daycare with the sample images TODAY

I have already ordered a proof book for a client, and put in two daycare 'residual' orders, they should be here by friday

drive the dh to work, pick up the dd, take her to the dmv, get my self to the dr for my booboo toe and get a package off to the church for a confirmation in 10 days

I have already had my cherrios, emailed the school to locate Magnus's Field Day Tshirt that I ordered and paid for weeks ago, but did not arrive on Monday.

I have printed all the new orders and print confirmations so I am on schedule for workflow for the studio

AND I need to change out the batteries in the blazer and get that to the parts store and figure out why the battery is not getting a charge today

oh, when was my dds appt?

heehee

ttfn

oh goodness gracious

okay, no alcohol today, at least none topically, but maybe some orally

up at 7 am, on the road by 7:15 pm, in (85 miles away) College station for photography class by 9:30 am

second class at 4 pm

got a speeding ticket at 6 pm in Tomball, (next town over) on the way home, 62 mph in a 50 on a HIGHWAY. got home in time to get 7 year old to music recital at school by 6:45 pm

back home by 8 pm, and now having to call darling daughter #3 before she has dinner.

grandbaby jordan is starving to death, according to him, he has been camped out on his momma's boobie for 2 hours. ;)

have a doctor appointment about toe tomorrow.

toe booboo

my morning is now after noon... ;)

friday was horrible for me, very very stressful and I nearly broke down, fortunately, I had my daughter, and while it was not 'healthy' for her to scream her head off at me, it did help me realize that I was driving myself crazy. setting expectations that I could not meet.

I am a chronic family problem solver and I really need to take that down a notch. I can not solve all problems and I am not 'here' to do so. I do not know why I feel sucked into the problems. I need to take care of me first and that is really a big enough job all by itself.

today I am totally buzzing on my chocolate chip cookies and coffee.. I am serious, this is like really flying.. almost a happy dumping... heehee who need cocaine or heroin? sugar... sugar... sugar....

bbblllaaaahhhh

so work is going well, albeit stressful at times. making some money, but not as much as my goal.

eating is going well, albeit not as nutritious as necessary, but I am surviving and not gaining. and that is the ultimate goal right? eat to live, not live to eat.

however, my big toe is infected from a booboo that has gone awry, I hit it with hydrogen peroxide on Saturday. I used triple antibiotic ointment with hydrogen peroxide on Sunday. I soaked it in salt water today,and hit it with hydrogen peroxide and antibiotic ointment, hopefully it will get better shortly.

family is going well, albeit, totally out of control right now, that is the fly in the ointment, one daughter is going bankrupt, the other daughter is having serious marital issues, one daughter is a stark raving loon, and one son is having anger management issues.

so I get a call, dd#2 did not get in for an interview because she was 4 minutes late

she did however break down in her truck about 3 miles away, so i went over and helped her remove and replace her alternator, but that was not the only problem because we barely made it out of the parking lot and it died again, so it must be the wiring harness or the solenoid which really sucks, I hate dealing with this stuff.

tomorrow I am driving her to College Station (80 miles away for two photography modeling sessions with two different photographers.) it is great experience for us to learn how the pro's do it. just stressful to coordinate.

DS#1 has a music recital tomorrow night, so we will not be lollygagging around at the trade show, will have to get all our shopping done between the two sessions.

a former mentor caught up with me today, talked my ear off... wants me to sign up for a $250 training / certification session.. not to sure how I feel about that. seriously considering it.

if it were up to me, I would solve all problems before lunch, but I can not CONTROL other people, I can not even manipulate them as I would see fit. as a matter of fact, they are not even answering my phone calls with all my well meaning advice, which leads me to believe that they do not see that there is even a problem. so I really need to stop worrying about it and get back to my marketing at work and just let them be. other than anger management boy, and that will definitely come to a screeching halt. my sheet rock can not handle any more of his temper fits.

Your Fired!

I just fired a client today. they were a pita last year, took 4 months to order, and then 9 months to pick up order, this year they scheduled, and then were a no show, rescheduled, and stood me up a second time today. I made time in my SUNDAY schedule for them. I waited for 30 minutes on location, and then decided to fire them. if I do not take me seriously, no one else will. How is that for some cheese, crackers and whine?

last night, went out with krys to Crawfish Festival... that was KEWL... the funnel cake was the bomb but the crawfish, gave me some 'roils'. some guy said 'hey sexy' freaked me out, giggle giggle

went with Krys to Red River Dance Hall & Saloon that was just as much fun, if not more. may go back weekly now, just for some dancing. good exercise! men dress code, but not women. very strange. no pure white t-shirts for guys. how freaking weird is that? logo shirt: yes, plain: no

Krys and jason were in the usual tiff on the cell, he was drinking at HOJO's and she wanted him drinking at RedRiver. I think that he needs 5 lbs of sugar in his trucks gas tank.

a bright new day

okay, uploaded a customer's session last night and got some sleep. well sorta. a little guy banging on my door insisting on camping out in the middle of the night was the only interruption. started him on the floor, but he snuggled up at some point in the night.

I have been blogging for 7 years, which reminds, me, I should 'backup' my last months blog to my hard drive.

as for sleep, yep, as soon as I uploaded Shannon's proofs, (she gets a little miss'ish if she doesnt have a fast turnaround) :-) which I was so totally impressed with myself, what I am sure Aaron would say was a session from hell, had a remarkable number of nice shots IMO.

I have to finish proofing Amy's session, and I have a 'shoot' in 2 hours and then I will have to get back to 'ordering' I have 4 orders that I have to get to the lab.

last night was uneventful. appears that all body fluids are still intact. ;)

I am being a really good girl, I have my coffee in front of me (24 oz of fluids) and my cream of wheat (8 grams of protein) so I am off to a good start today.

my big toe is still throbbing and I am so warm now (was freezing last night) that I have opened a window in April.

3 months post wedding

I hate disappointment. I hate to be the one that creates it and REALLY hate the one that receives it.

it is so frustrating to be in a situation that you can not 'DO' anything about it. to know that resistance is futile. that you made a choice and now you have to live with the consequences.

I 'thought' that I was making a good choice at the time. I trusted someone to be there for me and when it boiled down to it. it just didnt happen.

even now, three months later, I still feel frustrated that something THAT important, that I SHOULD have taken care of myself, not let go of any control, I KNEW better. I SHOULD not have been so trusting. but I was.

now here I sit and I just am KICKING myself for being dropping the ball on one of the most important decisions that will happen in my life and I didn't make the right choice.

I know that it is my own fault, I should have resisted temptation, and just done the job myself. but I thought something else was more important. so I deviated from my normal, logical and natural position and here I am. sick with frustration and frustrated with regret.

I am the photographer in the family. me. that is just my job. but I THOUGHT I should share the day with my daughter. and BE the mother of the bride. not the party planner, not the cake decorator, not the anything else. just the mom.

fast forward to 3 months later, no professional portraits of the event. the photographer has not sent a CD. or a note. or a call. or anything.

next 24 hours

it is 10:37 pm and I should so totally call you!

here is a synopsis

got a call at 1 pm yesterday, 2 hours notice, colleague from Norway coming to visit home. oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, we tend to roam the WHOLE house with visitors, so EVERY room is possible target. I do not know HOW I got every bed made, every toy picked up, every desk straightened spotlessly, every bathroom cleaned, all dirty laundry put in laundry room, every clean piece of laundry hung up, folded up and put away, dishwasher emptied, loaded, and the entire house vacuumed, but I did. I got the stove torn apart, wiped down, and put back together, the counter tops and table scrubbed, the kitchen window cleaned, and even a shower and hair washed. but I did. the studio was a small disaster area after 3 hour session on Monday, but I got it put back together. and still put away daily print orders that arrived from printers. answer phones, answer emails, and order more prints.

Erik got furious that I threw away his 'cootie catcher', he punched a hole in the sheetrock in the stairwell

Magnus got very constipated, had to have an enema, missed the toilet with the runs, and finally sat down and pooped a mansize turd and ended up ripping so bad that he had blood trails down the back of his legs. got him his second shower of the day, and triple antibiotic on his bottom.

Erik got sick in the middle of the night, puked on his pillow, his sheets, and the carpet in his room.

Magnus woke up, tried to make to the bathroom, did not, and sprayed poop/pee on the floor, magnus has the worse case of diaper rash I have ever seen considering he has not been in diapers for 2.5 years

Sverre had to have a ride to work today, with both kids in tow, I had to finish up some prints at Costco to complete a 'display' for a new daycare, waiting from them to open, we had breakfast at Dennys

afterwards, we went to Aaron Brothers to find frames for the 10x15 collages, the boys were so out of control, that even when I found something, they would not wait on me, gave up and left without spending any money.

back to costco, bought 'stuff', dropped off at Donald Donuts, on way home, got the boys goodies, opened door to a ringing phone, my cell had been hijacked by darling daughter #2, she was at the pediatrican's office

her hubby, grandchild's darling father, refused to wake up and take the child in for shots, momma was wigging. he got Measles Mumps Rubella in one leg, Diphtheria Tetanus Pertussis in the other leg, Polio in the mouth, and hepatitis A in the leg, he screamed without a sound for 5 minutes, and then crocodile tears for another 5 minutes. nurse refused to give him Tylenol BEFORE. I found some at the store, and met her in the parking lot after wards.

had to run with her to wal-mart to get baby new pacifier and new breast milk bottle, and since I was there, Erik decided to play his embarrass mom at the check out into buying a toy. it did not work, and he was FURIOUS. darling daughter announced that she has not had a period since 9 week baby is born, freaked out, thinking irish twins, and then realized exclusive breastfeeding=no period. whew.

fast forward to the 'day', I had to get out 35 daycare orders, double check that I had ordered everything discover that I had double ordered on a couple and shorted a couple people on wallets. hand write 35 thanks yous, enclose magnets. package and pack in boxes, label, and mark orders delivered. create, print, and cut advertising cards to get more 'family' portraits.

run to post office with a 5lb order two .5 lb orders and the rest to the daycare was 10 lbs.

drop off and socialize with old client with a senior in local school. drop off at second old client with a maternity friend about to pop.

rush home and inhale first food since donuts at 1 pm, halibut and carrots and broccoli and coax Magnus to eat something out of the skillet. and then BACK TO WORK

grab some hyrogen peroxide for toe that is ingrown and totally infected. hurts like hell most every day. check email, discover that darling daughter #1 has over drawn account $500 according to her significant other. login myself and discover the error, double charging for direct tv and triple charging for cell phone. poor mutt.

get her coordinated and back to work.

know that I have a probono session tomorrow, trying to get my mojo. still thinking about that call I got yesterday and the Canon 5D that I test drove. okay, so now I have to finish up three sessions from 5-7 days ago, and then maybe get a nap.

twenty four hours

Typical 24 hours:

currently I have 31 open orders sitting on my desk, all waiting for prints to come in from Iowa via ups so that I can ship them back out.

I have three sessions that still need to be proofed (delete all the bad ones, fix all the good ones, and shown to the client)

I just got my new printer / fax / scanner installed last night, and figuring out how it LIKES to be orientated

my assistant is moving her office from downstairs to upstairs so that she is more 'comfy' (rolling eyes)

last night I spent the better part of two hours formating a custom mothers day card for a really good client with 50 different kids. this is a pro-bono project

talked to 2 or 3 customers on the phone about their orders, typed about 15 emails to clients about orders and scheduling appointments. designed a \___/ table display that needs to go to the printers (30" x 40") as well as a quick trip to Office Depot for card stock, dry erase markers, display board, and 'stuff'

I took 2 hours off from work last night to watch tv with my spouse... not that I have a spare 2 hours, but that marriage maintenance is critical. so I found it.

yesterday I made a trip to costco and picked up my 'custom card order' for a client, and while I was there, I managed to spend $150 on toilet paper/paper towels/ organic dairy products and protein bars

zipped over to garden ridge and picked up a wrought iron fence to complete a limited edition set that I am working on

dropped into to walmart and picked up my spring wardrobe... they have quite possibly the CUTEST olive skorts and capri's that are to die for. I got some khaki, some olive, some denim, some plain and some with prints.

oh, the grandbaby was here about 8 - 10 hours, so he needs to be held, burped, fed, changed, goo'ed too, bathed, and generally played with. he takes up some time, but what is a grandma to do? say no?

and the boys, Magnus has issues with lunch, so he 'requires' toasted cheese' sandwhich in his lunch box, so I get up early enough to make one each morning, and when they come home, usually they are in a bad mood, so it takes some cajoling to coax them back into a good mood.

I had to go to the mall with my daughter, she got me there under the ruse that she needed balls for her tongue ring, but she ended up playing dress up barbi with me. I ended up with a school girl uniform outfit (the trauma of getting the boy shorts to go under is a whole nother chapter) and a cute olive skort and salmon top with cream lace. I swear, I do not know what I am going to do with that girl.

looked for a Kamelot Tshirt.. no one has heard of them. ;-( so had to go online and order one for me and one for Sverre.

currently in my CD player in the car:
-*-Kamelot -*-Within Temptation -*-Leaves Eyes -*-

I am solidly now in a ladies size 4, tops, and bottoms, so now shopping is easy enough. the juniors and the misses just confuse the crap out of me. I went to kohls last week, and was able to get size 4 junior jeans... I am still not happy with low rise, I am getting more comfy with medium rise, but I usually need a belt. FYI LEI is great for those of us that now have thinner thighs than waist. not sure why. but my 'Dr. Frankenstein' likes me in LEI's. personally I still like me in ankle biters, but that is the 1980's screaming out! heehee

okay, food wise:

Breakfast:
1 30 oz coffee with 2 oz 1/2 and 1/2 and 1 tablespoon splenda
3 table spoons of cream of wheat cooked in 1 cup of water with 1 table spoon splenda
2 flint stones vitamins

LunchL
3/4 of a Wendy's small chili and 2 packets of crackers

Dinner:
four .5 oz pieces of chicken, grilled
4 steamed small broccoli flourettes
3 steamed baby carrots

Before Bed:
24 oz apple cider

I totally need a nap today!

HYPERventilating

phone call:12:56 pm

caller:
we will be having guests from out of the country

mom:
when?

caller:
2 hours or so

mom:
SHIT!
CLICK!

ABSTAIN

A couple wanted to join the church. The pastor told them, "We have a special requirement for new member couples. You must abstain from sex for one whole month."

The couple agreed and after two-and-a-half weeks returned to the church. When the Pastor ushered them into his office, the wife was crying and the husband was obviously very depressed.

"You are back so soon... Is there a problem?", the pastor inquired.

"We are terribly ashamed to admit that we did not manage to abstain from sex for the required month", the young man replied sadly.

The pastor asked him what happened. "Well, the first week was difficult...however, we managed to abstain through sheer willpower. The second week was terrible, but with the use of prayer, we managed to abstain. However, the third week was unbearable. We tried cold showers,prayer, reading from the Bible...anything to keep our minds off carnal thoughts. But, one afternoon, my wife reached for a can of paint and dropped it. When she bent over to pick it up, I was overcome with lust and I just had my way with her right then and there. It was lustful, loud, passionate sex It lasted for over an hour and when we were done we were both drenched in sweat." admitted the man, shamefacedly.

The pastor lowered his head and said sternly, "You understand this means you will not be welcome in our church."

"We know", said the young man, hanging his head, "We're not welcome at Home Depot either."

Rules of the Pouch

okay, you would think that after THIS many months that SOME people would have a clue.

I went out to dinner with my family last night.

I was talking on the phone with darling daughter #3, it is a court appointed mandatory call so not taking the call was not an option.

we went to a salad bar, and I made really good choices. small salad plate, 1/3 leafy green salad, 1/3 pasta, 1/3 pasta salad (okay, now that I think about THAT, maybe I didnt make REALLY good choices.) and I ate it, chewing okay, but talking so much that I really didnt notice it. just pushing it in my mouth and putting it in my tummy. in the middle, I take a swig of water, eat, water, eat, and the cramps start. which really sucks, we only get to go to there 3 or 4 times a year because we are watching our budget. and I really didnt get to 'enjoy' it. (my life is really just too hectic still with work and family issues) I shove the water away, I really need to enlist my family in helping me, I really do not want water DURING a meal. not sure what the deal is why we got it, I never order water with meals anymore normally.

so I get off the phone and then I get the rest of my dinner ate.

then darling daughter #1 calls, and she and hubby have decided to move back here (to texas from montana) okay, that is a big change. wow. have to take that call.

I hang up, get a small ladle of soup and a small ladle of lemon lave cake. back to eating, I am talking 'shop' with darling daughter #2 about her twin sister moving back and about maybe including dd#1 into the family business and does dd#2 think that it would work. and I TRY the soup. not that good. I eat the cake.

now. you would think that I would be dumping from the cake right? nope. cake is fine. the leafy greens at the bottom of my pouch start to rumble and growl. I get the worst case of gas, and tummy ache and dull pain ever. I swear I thought I was gonna implode before I got home.

after farting and burping, I feel better. watching some tv, I pass out into my little coma for a few minutes, and then I wake up, literally maybe 10 minutes. and I am FINE.

naturally I have to take time for reflection and resolve not to repeat the episode, it has been too long since I had leafy greens. that is not a good sign. do not drink ice water with leafy greens. duh. goodness. when will my pouch ever be back to normal?

Happy Easter

awe.. well I took the kids to a church egg hunt yesterday, pouring rain. yeuck had to finally go inside the school to finish the easter party, magnus was in a mood and didnt want to be there. we left early and went to walgreens and got some 'prizes' and some Boudreqaux's Butt Paste for Magnus whom has a chapped bottom from ineffective wiping techniques.


last night I left out pre-made baskets from family dollar. really lucky that I remembered to do so, I was walking in a daze most of the day.

and today sverre cooked breakfast, really good scrambled eggs, he said that the trick was mix with milk and cook on really really low heat. the hashbrowns were homemade and really good, not over cooked or under cooked. the bacon was cooked a little harsh, need to turn the heat down a bit and cook slower. the toast looked good, I skipped that, but I doubled up on the orange juice. that was great. sverre was the kitchen fairy today, and laundry fairy as well. way kewl.

I seemed to have just collapsed yesterday, I slept off and on from noon saturday to 8 am sunday with only a few waking hours. I must have been wiped out! no sign of Krys or the baby, so I am assuming that they were wiped out as well. the last three weeks have been exhausting. I finally got the family reunion photos up. now just one more daycare to go and then back to marketing and book keeping.

T-1 Easter

T-2 to Easter

okay

[check] lawn mowed
[check] lawn edged
[check] leaves raked and bagged
[check] easter basket for erik
[check] easter basket for magnus
[check] easter basket for jordan
[check] this weeks orders shipped
[check] cd's back to library
[check] grocery shopping
[check] cd cases for jazz
[check] cd cases for krys

probably time to take a break. :)

bobbing for air

yes. I suck. I have not made time to read. I have not had time to write. come to think of it, I have to pointedly make time to go pee!

9/12 was the last time that I had my head on straight!

christmas portrait season
4 daycares:
17 sessions
37 sessions
42 sessions
15 sessions

multigenerational families
15 sessions

business's
2 sessions

installation of a 50" plasma previewing system for proofing my family sessions

two week trip to washington for visitation with Naomi / my parents and Jazz with her 'significant' other and dawgs

18 days to 'Wedding Story" for Krys's wedding

21 days to completely "Trading Spaces" her spare bedroom into a nursery for new baby

10 days to completely "Overhauling" her $800 Chevy blazer into a reliable vehicle

OMG the 'BABY STORY' of Jordan's Arrival

the "ER" version of Krys bronchitis when the baby was a couple weeks old

installation of a full blown RAID5 computer system back up and recovery unit that will save my butt if something happens to my computer.

the 'Mike Tyson' of the post partum fight that Krys and Jason got into

got my book keeping done, taxes filed, and $2500 went to Naomi's dad so that THEY could go to Disneyland.

the 'ROAD TRIP' of driving the chevy blazer to Alabama for a 5 generational portrait and all the whoopla that goes into a 30 person bbq that was thrown together in 3 hours. (that was WILD)

and in the last three weeks:

the 'C' drive crashing on my computer in the middle of proofing daycare number 2
drum roll please:

3 daycares:
38 sessions
23 sessions
105 sessions

now I am not complaining, by any means. I have a session on saturday that will be quiet, and then the following saturday will be a little noisier, with 2 of the 5 session slots "pics in the park' full, but the big 'un, is the 17 sessions I have just booked for May 6th.

I am even begging for trouble, by sending out 300 post cards this weekasking for more work, instead of less.

*sigh*

they say that some people replace over eating with other addictions. some with drugs or alcohol, some with sex or shopping. not me. heehee nope. I have replaced it with WORK. like a freaking maniac!

I have had to go shopping, Junior size 3/5 pants and Women's size 4/6 shirts but nothing overboard I think. my closet is comfortably full, but not brimming.

okay. so anyways, that is my story and I am sticking to it. protein bars and coffee is keeping me alive. ;) holding steady at 145 lbs. I even had time to get my hair cut yesterday and I did cope an hour nap today on my lunch hour.

type to y'all later

Easter Story Cookies

1 cup whole pecans
1 tsp white vinegar
3 egg whites
1/8 tsp salt
1 cup splenda
Ziploc
Wooden Spoon
Tape
Bible

1. Preheat oven to 300 degrees F.

2. Place pecans in zip lock bag and let children beat them with a wooden spoon to break into small pieces. Explain that after Jesus was arrested he was beaten by the Roman soldiers. Read John 19: 1-3.

3. Let each child smell the vinegar. Put 1 tsp vinegar into mixing bowl. Explain that when Jesus was thirsty on the cross he was given vinegar to drink. Read John 19: 28-30.

4. Add egg whites to vinegar. Eggs represent life. Explain that Jesus gave his life to give us life. Read John 10: 10-11.

5. Sprinkle a little salt into each child's hand. Let them taste it and brush the rest into the bowl. Explain that this represents the salty tears shed by Jesus' followers, and the bitterness of our own sin. Read Luke 23: 27.

6. So far the ingredients are not very appetizing. Add 1 cup splenda. Explain that the sweetest part of the story is that Jesus died because he loves us. He wants us to know and belong to him. Read Ps. 34: 8 and John 3: 16.

7. Beat with mixer on high speed for 12 to 15 minutes until stiff peaks are formed. Explain that the color white represents the purity in God's eyes of those whose sins have been cleansed by Jesus. Read Isaiah. 1: 18 and John 3: 1-3.

8. Fold in broken nuts. Drop by teaspoon onto wax paper covered cookie sheet. Explain that each mound represents the rocky tomb where Jesus' body was laid. Read Matt. 27: 57-60.

9. Put the cookie sheet in the oven, close the door turn the oven off. Give each child a piece of tape and seal the oven door. Explain that Jesus' tomb was sealed. Read Matt. 27: 65-66.

10. Go to bed! Explain that they may feel sad to leave the cookies in the oven overnight. Jesus' followers were in despair when the tomb was sealed. Read John 16: 20 and 22.

11. On Easter morning, open the oven and give everyone a cookie. Notice the cracked surface and take a bite. The cookies are hollow! On the first Easter Jesus' followers were amazed to find the tomb open and empty.

new updated portrait

obsession

some say that when you change your obsession from eating and food, it has to be 'channeled' to something else. so some become alc-oholics, sex-oholics, shop-oholics, or work-oholics. guess which one I became? heehee okay, so work-oholic is not a bad thing right? hey, I am happy. life is good. my husband wants to know why I didnt check off 'sex' on the request form last year. dork.

been doing some spring cleaning, now to some, many, most, typing up label cards for a filing system, might seem a little 'over the top' but for my book keeper/accountant/CPA, this is finally 'light at the end of the tunnel' and a godsend, or so I am hoping, I know that they had a hissy fit this year while I was in earshot about my 'issues' and lack of organization and consistency in pricing and stuff. so I am sincerely trying to be a better person. even to the point of 'quarterly' reports instead of annual ones.

as for the food stuff. my tummy has been all over the board.

Breakfast:
months 1 - 3: steak (beef or pork)
months 4 - 6: egg & salsa
months 7 - 9: cottage cheese & blueberries
months 10 - 12: cream of wheat

Lunch:
months 1 - 3: fish fillet
months 4 - 6: chicken or salad
months 7 - 9: wendy's chili
months 10 - 12: soup

Dinner:
months 1 - 3: meat and veggies
months 4 - 6: meat and veggies
months 7 - 9: meat and veggies
months 10 - 12: meat and veggies

got on the scale again today.

148 lbs.

went shopping for clothes yesterday
Misses size 14 top and 2 for bottoms however, I prefer a size 4 for comfort on my belly (hips are 35")

Junior size 13 top and 3 for bottoms (however I prefer a size 5 bottoms)

The sizes for juniors are usually slimmer in the hips and bust than misses sizes, which is why I like to shop the Misses sizes for tops and the Junior sizes for Jeans.

okay, enough procrastinating.. back to work.