Monday, March 12, 2012

My turn

Continuing the birthday post tradition, today I'm putting myself in the hot seat.  I've had a lot of fun and crazy experiences in my 37 (gasp) years and I thought it would be fun to share some with you.  Grab you some popcorn and laugh at my expense.  Just don't choke!  I cannot be held responsible for anything other my stories.

1. If you haven't already figured it out, my birthday is the day after Jack's birthday.  He was the best birthday gift ever!  Much better than the tubal ligation I had on my birthday, after he was born.

2. When I was very, very young, my favorite song was "Funkytown", my favorite movie was "Grease", and Mark Hamill (Luke Skywalker) was my celebrity crush.

3. When I was in first grade, I wanted to be a comedian.  That quickly changed to being a rock star, which I still want to be when I grow up.

4. The first time I went to New Orleans, I was 11 or 12 years old.  We, unknowingly, arrived on Gay Pride Day and ended up seeing some pretty interesting things.  That night, New Orleans was put under a hurricane warning and our hotel was evacuated, so we just drove back home.

5. I went to my first concert when I was in 3rd grade and I've been rockin' out ever since.

6. I saw Sha Na Na when I was in college and was pulled on stage to slow dance with the lead singer during a song.  As we turned to where the singer's back was facing the audience, I grabbed his butt.  My mama told me to!

7. A few years back, my 2 high-school besties and I saw Jimmy Buffett in concert in Houston, Texas.  When we were leaving our hotel to walk to the show, we entered an elevator with about 10 other Parrottheads.  We were almost to the lobby when the elevator fell 1 1/2 stories and became stuck in between the lobby and basement.  We had to wait for the fire department to come and pull each of us out before we could make our way to the concert!

8. I've seen KISS in concert 3 times.  The last time, I painted my face to look like Peter Criss' face.  For those who don't know, he was the drummer with the cat make-up.  No one believes me when I tell them this but I have pictures to prove it!

9. It took me 5 1/2 years to graduate from college because I changed my major 3 times.  9 years later, I went back to school to get my teaching certificate because I never used my original major.

10. While I was in college, I was initiated into Phi Mu Fraternity.  It was one of the best decisions I've ever made and I love being a Phi Mu Lady.

11. When I was high school, I volunteered for Bill Clinton's first Presidential campaign.  He came to Lake Charles, La and I met him.  He had very soft hands, like he had never worked a day in his life.

12. I went to both home games when the Houston Astros played in the World Series.  The first game I attended is one of the longest World Series games ever...14 innings!  It was nerve-wrecking, to say the least.

13. I met Scott in a Louisiana video poker truck stop/restaurant when I was 20 and he was 27.  We dated off and on (more off than on) for the next 2 years.  July 25, 1997, he asked me to be his girlfriend.  The following month we drunkenly declared our love to each other on Bourbon Street and I started crying because I couldn't cook.  September 27, 1997, he asked me to be his wife.  December 31, 1997, we were married.  Best.  Decision.  Ever!

14. I rode on the back of Scott's motorcycle from Houston all the way to Sturgis, South Dakota for Bike Week, earning my Iron-Ass Award and bragging rights from my in-laws.  The truly amazing things is that I packed for an entire week in ONE SADDLE BAG!

15. I went to FORKS, y'all!!

16. And, this year, I'm going to LA to camp out in Tent City with thousands of other TwiHards for the Breaking Dawn 2 premiere!!!!

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Jack's Tribute

Today is Jack's 10th birthday.  This, of course, means he gets a post dedicated to him, just like I did for Mackenzie a couple of months ago.  So, sit back, relax, and enjoy the sweet goofiness that is my son!

1. Some of you may have heard of the blog and/or TV show called "S#@t My Dad Says."  Well, I should have started a blog called "Stuff Jack Says" because, over the years, he has said some of the funniest, craziest, and sweetest things I've ever heard.  If you're a Facebook friend of mine, you have more than likely read some his comments and observations and laughed along with me.  I"ll try to remember some as I type this tribute.

2. Jack used to say that he didn't want to grow up and leave me and that, when he gets married, he'll live next door to me.  Now, he says he wants to stay a bachelor so that he doesn't have to have S-E-X.  I can't wait to remind him of his words.

3. When Jack was born, he went through the birth canal so quickly and hit the vaginal wall so hard that he was born with 2 black eyes.  I know now that this incident set him up for a life-time of being accident prone in some of the most cringe-worthy and smack-your-head ways.  For example:

4. When Jack was 9 months old, he fell down the stairs in our house, from the very top to the tile floor on the bottom.  It truly was one of the worst days of my life.  He had a huge knot of his forehead and bruises on his head and face.  Exactly one year later, he did it AGAIN!  That time, he barely had time to bounce before I grabbed him off the floor.

5. When he was in preschool, he got his knee stuck between 2 wooden slats on the playground equipment.  It looked like his knee was out of socket but, after rushing to get X-rays, we learned that everything was fine.

6. He lost a tooth at a restaurant while biting into a hamburger and almost lost it forever when it fell on the floor under the table.

7. He swallowed a tooth once while he was sleeping.  A few days later, the Tooth Fairy left him $1 and a note, asking him to be more careful because she did not enjoy retrieving that particular tooth.  The note and dollar were found on the back of the toilet, BTW.  :-)

8. If you look back through my posts, you'll find one about our trip to Washington, D.C. last summer.  It was during this trip that Jack fell off the Lincoln Memorial porch and then vomited in the White House front lawn.  Yes, this really happened and it is a story that we will tell for the rest of our lives.

9. Jack doesn't ever want me to diet or exercise because he likes me "fluffy."  I let him live after saying that because he is my son.  And I love him.  And it's kind of cute.  And I use it as a reason not to diet and exercise.

10. Jack was born with a tongue-tie (like his Mama), which caused him to have low muscle tone in his mouth (unlike his Mama, who had a lisp).  This, in turn, caused him to have a speech delay.  After many years of speech therapy, I am thrilled to report that the boy NEVER shuts up.  EVER.  Sometimes Scott and I look at each other and ask "Remember when he couldn't talk?"

11. While we were visiting a church here in Oklahoma, he was so "into" his prayer, he fell out of his chair.  Seriously.  His eyes were closed and he simply leaned forward and fell onto the floor.  We almost had to leave early because we were laughing so hard.  And, when I say "we", I really mean "me".  I didn't think I'd ever stop laughing.  It was a million times funnier because we were supposed to be quiet.

12. He loves video games, Super Heroes, and dinosaurs and says he wants to be a paleontologist, as long as he can work in a museum close to his family.  He doesn't want to be gone for very long if he goes on an expedition.  Total sweetheart, I tell ya!

13. The other night he told me that he didn't want to grow.  When I asked him why, he said "because I'm perfect the way I am!"  I couldn't agree more, Jack.

Jack is my darling boy and I am trying not to spoil him too much because I want him to be a good husband to his wife.  I have a feeling I am failing, unfortunately.  He is such a goofy, smart, loving little boy and I can't wait to watch him grow up.  I am also looking forward to having to, literally, look up at him when he is older.

Happy Birthday, Jack!  Here's to an accident-free year!  Hey, I can dream, can't I?

Sunday, March 4, 2012


It's been a while since I have blogged about my weight loss.  That should clue you into the fact that there has been NO weight loss in quite some time.  At the beginning of last summer, I had lost 30 pounds while following the Jenny Craig diet plan.  It's been about 9 months since then and I, unfortunately, have gained all but 4 pounds back.

I've been trying to figure out how I feel about this.  I'm kind of wishy-washy about it, to be honest.  Of course, it is not good that I have gained weight and I am not happy about it but I really don't seem too bothered by it either.  When I first started Jenny Craig, I was miserable.  I was completely disgusted by myself and at an all-time low, self-esteem-wise.  Now, I am pretty much at the same weight I was then but I feel much better about myself.  Crazy, huh?

I know I should lose weight.  I know I am not at a healthy weight.  I know I should work harder.  I know.  I know.  I KNOW.  But, truth be told, I don't really want to right now.  Call me content.  Call me lazy.  I'm just not into dieting and exercising at the moment and, if I'm not feelin' it, it's not gonna happen.

I really think God has been leading me to be more accepting of myself, flaws and all.  I know He doesn't want me to be unhealthy but I'm beginning to wonder if I'm supposed to be this big forever!  I just feel more comfortable with myself now and that peace can only come from Him.

I'm slowly getting motivated again.  I'm starting to do Zumba through my Xbox Kinect and, occasionally, I make myself get on the treadmill while Mackenzie is at swim practice.  I can't stand the thought of "dieting" or watching every bite I take for the rest of my life so, I figure, it's best if I get active first.  Once exercise is more of a habit, I'll tackle my food issues.  It's been a life-long battle of mine and I don't want to battle it any more but I know I can't be a sloth forever.  I truly want to be active and healthy.  I just don't think "active and healthy" necessarily means I have to be a size 2, 6, or even 10.

This isn't meant to be a Debbie Downer post or a pity post at all.  Seriously, I am fat and happy right now.  I'm just trying to kick myself in the arse and get myself motivated to do more.  I believe it's always a good thing to grow and improve yourself whenever you can, as long as you are doing it for the right reasons.

God loves me unconditionally.  So do Scott, my family, and, hopefully, my friends. ;-) I even love myself, flab and all.  But if I could lose the big roll around my mid-section, I'd be even more content with myself.  I'm just sayin...