Wednesday, June 26, 2013


Boog and I had the same dinner tonight - kinda. We both had brown rice and steamed veggies (carrots and peas) along with chicken nuggets. Except I let mine soak in some Frank's Red Hot sauce for a while before tossing them in the oven. Super yummy!

I love that if given the option between veggies and fries, Boog will choose veggies 90% of the time. 

Monday, June 17, 2013

New year, new habits

I recently joined a gym - I'm hoping to start some new habits and get myself healthy.  It's certainly about time I got off my ass and did something to improve my health for my son.  I want to be able to play with him, to run around with him, hell, I just want to live long enough to see him grow up.

So I talked my sister in to going with me Sunday.  I did about 35 minutes on a stationary bike and it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be.  It's all in my head, but I totally felt better later in the day.  But I look at it like this, if I mentally psych myself into feeling better already, that will just encourage me to keep working at it.

For my birthday, my sister made me cupcakes, the yummiest, low calorie double chocolate cheesecake cupcakes ever.  She also gave me money to pay for a month of my gym membership.  My other sister bought me a few shirts and a pair of long shorts to work out in.  And my dad bought me the Fit Bit Flex!  It hasn't gotten here yet, but I'm pretty excited waiting for it.

This is going to be the hardest thing I've ever done.  Guess I'll just have to be the little (big ass) engine that could lol.

Oh a Boogie funny - I gave him a baby corn last night at dinner and he liked it, so he got a few more...He tried to eat them like regular corn, it was the cutest thing.

When I told him I was going to the gym, he asked why and I said it was to get healthy.  My friend told him it was so I could get skinny.  So when he went to the child play area at the gym and I picked him up, he asked if I was skinny yet lol.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Square peg in a round hole

That's how I feel sometimes, like I don't belong. Like I shouldn't be here, like an intruder. Since you've been gone, I feel like the string holding me to everyone is gone too. I feel like "one of these things is not like the others."  I don't match in looks or behavior, or even in intelligence if truth be told. 

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Memorial Day 2013

Photos from the day can be found at  They are in no particular order.

This is one taken by someone else and I just love it.