Super Super Funny: Enjoy!
http://www.comedycentral.com/video-clips/xwnjlx/key-and-peele-liam-neesons
Friday, February 22, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
EXHAUSTING DAY!!
Back to the blogging world.
Down 3.4 this week for a total of 16.6. I'm so happy with this progress and hope it continues to move this way.
Baby = teething = MOMMY'S PERSONAL HELL
It's official, Christian is teething. Took him to kidmed b/c he had a rosy right cheek that was hot to the touch and extreme fussiness today. Turns out his face is chapped from too much drool; go figure. Needless to say, it's been an extremely long Sunday for me and Christian.
Down 3.4 this week for a total of 16.6. I'm so happy with this progress and hope it continues to move this way.
Baby = teething = MOMMY'S PERSONAL HELL
It's official, Christian is teething. Took him to kidmed b/c he had a rosy right cheek that was hot to the touch and extreme fussiness today. Turns out his face is chapped from too much drool; go figure. Needless to say, it's been an extremely long Sunday for me and Christian.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
You bitches wanna Blog - Let's Blog
So, it seems that I was called out for my lack of blogging on Facebook. Well, to that I say - "Challenge Accepted" ...
Let me take a few moments out of my busy day to tell you lovely ladies how my past eight have gone.
Thursday:
Wonderful dinner with friends and my snuggle nugget Christian. (Mood = Delighted)
Friday:
Tired, sore throat, overall feeling of Meh. (Mood = Denial)
Saturday:
WORSE sore throat, slight fever (low grade), chills, sweats, aches, etc. (Mood = Sad)
Go to Doctor (Mood = Irritated)
Not Strep [Insert Small Celebration Here] (Mood = Blessed)
Drag myself shopping to pickup birthday cake, balloons, and food for ALL 13 people that are coming to my house to celebrate Harry's 60th bday. (Mood = Irritated)
Go home. (Mood = Relieved)
Nap.
House is filthy (Mood = Indifferent)
Go to dinner at Texas Roadhouse (Mood = Hopeful)
Pick out a steak
It looks delicious
Can't taste it (Mood = Hopeless)
Don't eat it
Go home with thirteen additional people
House is still filthy (Mood = Still Indifferent)
People come
Eat Cake
Eat Icecream
Rita Eats Cake
Rita Eats Ice Cream (Mood = Improved Indifference)
They leave (Mood = Peaceful)
Rita Goes to Bed
Sunday:
Still Sore Throat No fever does nothing but sleep on sofa. Stomach pain begins - it hurts (Mood = Confused)
Monday:
Home from work, hates life, still sick, stomach pain increases. (Mood = Over It)
Tuesday:
Go to work, in pain all day. Throat feels better, stomach feels like contractions of child birth. Work a full day. (Mood = Irritated)
Go Home
Go to Emergency Center (Mood = Skeptical)
Receive Ultrasound (Mood = Concerned)
Receive IV
Get Blood Drawn (Mood = Really Concerned)
Rita has GallStones (SWEET - just what I wanted) (Mood = Weird)
Rita is sent home with Medicine (Mood = Hopeful)
Wednesday:
Rita goes to work, Rita hurts, Rita has to lay on floor at work to feel better. (Mood = Disgusted)
Rita goes home. (Mood = Relieved)
Eats soup.
Goes to bed.
Thursday:
Rita's contractions of gallstone pain slow down a bit, but hurt more when they actually happen. Rita is still in pain. (Mood = Indifferent)
Rita goes to Weight Watchers.
Down 2.2 (Mood = Ecstatic)
Rita Blogs (Mood = Fulfilled)
Rita uploads picture of weight loss. (Mood = Proud)
Rita hurts.
Rita is done.
Let me take a few moments out of my busy day to tell you lovely ladies how my past eight have gone.
Thursday:
Wonderful dinner with friends and my snuggle nugget Christian. (Mood = Delighted)
Friday:
Tired, sore throat, overall feeling of Meh. (Mood = Denial)
Saturday:
WORSE sore throat, slight fever (low grade), chills, sweats, aches, etc. (Mood = Sad)
Go to Doctor (Mood = Irritated)
Not Strep [Insert Small Celebration Here] (Mood = Blessed)
Drag myself shopping to pickup birthday cake, balloons, and food for ALL 13 people that are coming to my house to celebrate Harry's 60th bday. (Mood = Irritated)
Go home. (Mood = Relieved)
Nap.
House is filthy (Mood = Indifferent)
Go to dinner at Texas Roadhouse (Mood = Hopeful)
Pick out a steak
It looks delicious
Can't taste it (Mood = Hopeless)
Don't eat it
Go home with thirteen additional people
House is still filthy (Mood = Still Indifferent)
People come
Eat Cake
Eat Icecream
Rita Eats Cake
Rita Eats Ice Cream (Mood = Improved Indifference)
They leave (Mood = Peaceful)
Rita Goes to Bed
Sunday:
Still Sore Throat No fever does nothing but sleep on sofa. Stomach pain begins - it hurts (Mood = Confused)
Monday:
Home from work, hates life, still sick, stomach pain increases. (Mood = Over It)
Tuesday:
Go to work, in pain all day. Throat feels better, stomach feels like contractions of child birth. Work a full day. (Mood = Irritated)
Go Home
Go to Emergency Center (Mood = Skeptical)
Receive Ultrasound (Mood = Concerned)
Receive IV
Get Blood Drawn (Mood = Really Concerned)
Rita has GallStones (SWEET - just what I wanted) (Mood = Weird)
Rita is sent home with Medicine (Mood = Hopeful)
Wednesday:
Rita goes to work, Rita hurts, Rita has to lay on floor at work to feel better. (Mood = Disgusted)
Rita goes home. (Mood = Relieved)
Eats soup.
Goes to bed.
Thursday:
Rita's contractions of gallstone pain slow down a bit, but hurt more when they actually happen. Rita is still in pain. (Mood = Indifferent)
Rita goes to Weight Watchers.
Down 2.2 (Mood = Ecstatic)
Rita Blogs (Mood = Fulfilled)
Rita uploads picture of weight loss. (Mood = Proud)
Rita hurts.
Rita is done.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
bringing sexy back
We haven't posted in forever; heck, I haven't even checked in forever. I'm so proud of us for kicking ass! I love you bitches and am so glad we are finally serious and making a change for the good this time!
My thoughts about this stupid color me rad 5K
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