Thought on the Pot Thursday

Small towns, do I like living in one??

Major dislike: Everyone knows your business. As in, when The Dude was growing up and he got in trouble with his parents, the news had spread via gossip exactly what he had done and what his punishment would be BEFORE he'd even started serving his time (so to speak).

Major Likes: Everyone Knows your business. My mail delivery lady not only delivers to my office, she also delivers to my babysitter's house. She, having seen me at work, seen me on our commercial, and having seen me drop off the twins at the babysitter's after preschool, knows all of my children. She reports back to me how they're doing. Just this morning she said, "Yesterday when I was delivering, your son was on the porch and kept saying 'You're not my Mommy!!' He had been waiting for you to drop the girls off from preschool and got excited when he heard my footsteps. Cute kids!"

Come on! You don't get that in big cities!!!

I guess I like the small town living.

Do you have any "Thoughts on the Pot?" Link back to my Thursday Thoughts so I can rest easy knowing I'm not the only one. HA!!

Thought on the Pot Thursday

Today's thought actually started before I sat down. It started when I looked in the mirror. As I stared in horror I thought, "Dang, I look like death warmed over" ("Death warmed up" for anyone in the UK").

I sat and began to wonder. What, exactly, does that phrase mean? Is it a back-handed compliment, as in you look slightly better than death cuz at least you're warmed up? Or is it and even greater insult, as in food warmed over (or up) isn't quite as desirable as fresh food?? So I look worse than death? That is quite a possibility.

In either case, I don't look so hot today.

I did a Google image search for "Death warmed over" and came up with this

Ha, I wish.

Every Little Thing, Is gonna Be Alright

I woke up this morning feeling rather crappy. I caught the sinus infection that my little ones had last week. Whatever. A Mamma must push on, right? So I got up and started into my regular routine. I'll admit it, I wasn't in the best of moods.

It was then that I heard the sweetest sounds coming from the other room. My three little birds were singing "Three Little Birds."

What a wonderful way to turn my yucky start into a beautiful morning.

Welcome to the World

Welcome to the world Miss Charlie. Can't wait to meet you.

Love your Aunt,

Thought on the Pot Thursday

Ya know how everyone else's blog has those cutesy days of the week, where they do something specific that day, each week? "Think about it Thursdays," "Foto Fiesta Friday," "Not Me Mondays," you get the picture.

Well, I've come up with my own. It's neither cutesy or ladylike. It's bound to repulse some people. Eh, whatevs. You no likey, you no lookey.

Here at the office I get a little special time just to myself...it's when I'm using the bathroom. I don't get that at home because usually, there is an audience, or at the very least, someone barges in demanding something or crying. Never fails. The Dude, now he gets all the alone bathroom time he wants. Me? No so much. Anyhow, at work I get to close the door and lock it. Not that there is a need to, but the simple fact that I can. Mwuahahahahaha!

I've mentioned before how Fifi's bathroom is pretty and relaxing. In my brief visits, I always have some kind of odd, kooky, fun thought. Thus, "Thought on the Pot Thursdays" was born.

This week's thought: I wonder how much weight I can subtract from my own weight when accounting for boobage and hair. I have A LOT of both of those. I have large Ta-tas and tons of thick, long, hair.

I'm figuring I could subtract at least 5lbs, maybe as much as 10lbs. Yes, I am ridiculous like that. In my head, I will think about how much weight I can subtract for my shoes, clothes, jewelry, etc. Common, you know you do it too.

Remember WAY back at the beginning of the year when I said I was gonna lose weight? Yeah, well, not so much. As per usual, I gave up fairly quickly. Then I visited my Dad and Step mom and saw how awesome they were doing with their weight loss. I had to know the secret ASAP!

No secret at all. It was just an absolute change in how you think about eating. Now I'm eating 6 times a day. I'm eating a high protein breakfast, where as before I skipped all together. I count calories using the "Lose It" app on my iPhone. I'm accountable for what I put in MY mouth. In just over 2 weeks I've dropped 10lbs. I have more energy. I feel better!

This is something I can stick to. I am never hungry, and don't feel deprived. Now, do I get an occasional chocolate craving? Heck yeah, but I choose wisely and exercise portion control.

Next week's "Thought on the pot Thursday" won't be this in depth...promise.

Now I'm off to figure out a little button thingy, lmao.

Dear Pickles

To my dearest baby boy,

Should you again wake from your angelic slumber at 3am, thinking it is a good time to play and jump on your bed, please re-think the matter.

Mommy does not play well at that hour.

Mommy does not want to see your flashlight, flickering in her face at 4am.

Mommy loves you, and simply ADORES your smiling face, but I love it even more when it is peacefully dreaming, in the middle of the night.

Would it be too much to ask that you leave your little pecker INSIDE your diaper when you sleep?

Mommy doesn't quite enjoy cleaning peeps off the wall and bedding when I could be dreaming about relaxing in a hot bathtub.

Should Mommy, in an exhausted, desperate state, decide to bring you downstairs

please do not proceed to rip out her bookmark from her copy of "Breaking Dawn"...that's her happy place.

All of that being said, thanks for the extra cuddles and all night cartoon-a-thon! I never quite GOT "Yo Gabba-Gabba" until I watched it in that sleepy haze.

P.S. Can you share with Mommy your secret recipe for energy?