Ahhh, the weekend. Is it sad that I live for the weekends? I was so ready to catch up on my sleep!

I've been trying to lose weight, but I am getting discouraged. I gave up regular coke, I've been walking 2 miles, 4 days a week, and I haven't lost a pound. I figured changing to diet coke would help me drop at least 10 pounds. I mean come on, I drank almost a 2 liter a day when I drank the real stuff. But no, not one doggone pound!

What the heck????????? It's been 4 weeks. I have been watching what I eat, I haven't quit eating, but I guess that's going to have to be my next step. Seriously, what does it take?

Ugggghhhhhh.

Writing Prompt: I wish someone told me

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I wish someone told me...

You'll get over him, in time

Listen to your mom, she does know best

Friends come and go, it's part of life

Life will never be fair, even when you are grown

Real trust is just as rare as real love

Marriage will be hard work, no matter how in love you are

That yes being a mom is hard, but it would give back a hundredfold

Sometimes babies cry for no reason

Kids climb things and then get stuck at the highest, most awkward positions

When fishing, look behind you before you cast your line

Weeks after the Brazilian wax, it would itch like crazy!!

P.S. I'm sure someone (mom) told me all of these things, I really should have listened!

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Pumpkin Time

We bought Bubba and Sissy pumpkins and paint. Here's what we got.

Bubba's:



Bubba wasn't too excited. He painted with a look of boredom and got the heck out of there. Do you like the unibrow?

Sissy's:



Sissy is still excited and says pumpkin repeatedly now. I have to say I was impressed with Sissy's pumpkin. Yes, she just smeared the paint on, but I can tell you if I had tried to make a pumpkin look like that I couldn't have done it.

I have NO artistic creativity. I once drew a car and bubba told me it was a good drawing of a horse.

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Sick days

I know mom's don't get them, but this weekend I sure would have liked to have one. I've got a cold and it has me run down to the point of wanting to do nothing but sleep. Now I have a feeling both kids are getting it. Bubba fell asleep at 5:30 this afternoon, and is still sleeping, and I can hear Sissy coughing in her bedroom right now. I hope this isn't a sign of what's to come this winter!

Since everyone's in bed I'm going too.

Hope everyone had a good weekend. Maybe by next weekend I'll feel like joining the living!

Goodnight.

You never know what's going to come out of Bubba's mouth.

The other night DH and I were talking and of course Bubba was listening to see what gossip he could pick up on so he could share with his friends. I commented that there must have been 500 people at a party we went to and DH says I bet there were 15 times that many. (Can we say exaggeration?) Bubba pipes in and says 15 times 5 is 75, add two zero's that would be 7,500 people. DH says that's right and Bubba says:

"Hey, I got my smarticles back!"

I couldn't stop laughing. Smarticles? I never knew he had smarticles, much less that he lost them. And, what the heck are smarticles?

Writing Prompt: My 10 biggest fears

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1. I fear something bad happening to my kids, husband, or dad.
2. I fear I'll fail my children while raising them.
3. I fear death.
4. Right now, I fear the economy.
5. I fear my big, smart mouth might make me lose my job one day. I try to keep it shut, but sometimes when I've had enough I just can't keep it in anymore.
6. I fear God. Not in a bad way, the way I should fear God.
7. I fear I'll never lose the weight I need to lose, even though I am trying.
8. I fear getting old. I notice that as each year passes my definition of old changes, but one day I'll have to admit I'm old. I want to live for a long time, but I don't want to be old.
9. I fear closed, small places.
10. I fear terminal illness.
These aren't in any particular order and some might seem silly, but I typed the first 10 things that came to mind.

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I can see the headline now - COLLEGE STUDENT BITES WHEN SHE DOESN'T GET HER WAY

Sissy's still biting. We took her to the doctor and he says there's nothing wrong with her. I say she's just stubborn, hard headed, and everything goes her way or you get bit.

Now when she bites she announces that she bit and laughs. It's not funny. I'm at the end of my rope here kid!

I've always heard you never see a kid go to college not potty trained so don't worry about it. Now I'm wondering has anyone ever seen a kid go to college and still be biting?

Back to work after a 3 day weekend. Yucky!

I have to go back to work tomorrow.

Three days off sure was great!

But now I am full of grief and sorrow.

Because Monday's I always hate!

I hid like a big chicken!

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Writing prompt: Write about a time you hid from someone, or a time you disguised who you really were.

I was 21. I was dating the ultimate bad boy. You know the one's you see in the movies, they are bad for you, but ohhhhh sooooooo good. I was in love. One look into his deep brown eyes and I'd melt.

He had me under his total control and I believed everything he told me. He was a smooth talker and he made me feel good in ways I didn't know existed.

My mom saw him with another girl in his truck. He lied his way out of that one. I found a note from another girl. He looked at me with those eyes and said I love only you. There was a kleenex in his bathroom with a big red lipstick kiss on it. He said his housekeeper left it.

I kept trying to break up with him, but every time he would look deep in my eyes, kiss me like I had never been kissed, and then I would melt and take him back. Dang it he was good!

I finally broke it off. I was determined it was over. I knew he was cheating with several other girls. I just couldn't live with it anymore.

He showed up at my best friends house while I was there. I couldn't face him. I told her to say I wasn't there. I hid in her closet. I cowered in the back of her closet praying he wouldn't look for me. I knew if I saw him I was toast.

She told him it was over and to not contact me anymore. She finally convinced him I wasn't there.

I haven't seen him since. He called me once, at a new job, right after I got married. I didn't pick up the phone. I. knew. better.