George

I have decided that I need a tiny George Foreman grill for single servings such as a turkey patty or a couple of fat free hot dogs. I also need a big one which has removable plates for more food, but also for ease of cleaning. We have a large one but that sucker is a pain to clean. Removable plates is where it's at.

Um, that's really all I wanted to say.

Yay for the Superbowl being in Indiana! (how's that for a little more substance? No? OK. Never mind.)

I wonder...

...if I will ever lose the desire to eat anything and everything in sight? Even when I'm not hungry.

First world problems, no?

Eat ALL the food!!

Bad example, 'cause if Imma gorge myself (which I am NOT) I wouldn't choose healthy junk and stuff. Yes, that IS candy canes in the fruit jar. And a pencil sharpener on the kitchen table. Isn't that where everyone keeps their pencil sharpener?

Think I'm going to try this for dinner being as I am the only one home this evening so I can eat whatever I want! I bought Agave and everything. I had to Google it. Shut up.

Pee Ess: I've lost 5 lbs total. Go, me!

T Minus 3 and Counting

I joined Weight Watchers. Again. I'd like to crack into the WW archives and see just how many times I've joined in my life. At least twice in high school. Probably once every other year since. Fingers, toes, carry the one, divide by 5 and it probably equals out to at least 10 times. Maybe 12. I'm not exaggerating.

Speaking of WW, I lost 3 lbs this week. It's the first week and I wanted at least 5, but whatever. Slow and steady wins the race and blah, blah, blah. Bite me, Tortoise.

No, I'm not cranky from dieting. It's totally easy to change eating habits with WW. I'm just crankypants. Cranky because I wanted at least 5. Also, because I'm a carboholic and that is a hard habit to break. Whhhyyyy caaaaaan't thiiiiis beeeee eeeeaaasssssyyyy?

Enough of that.

I got new shoes! If you know me on Facebook, you've already seen them. I'm going to share them here, anyway. Nikes. Nikes are my favorite and I haven't had Nikes in years. I don't wear tennis shoes (I age myself by calling them that, I think.) very often. Because I am trying to start exercising and I plan to get a treadmill soon (maybe. Good ones made for fat girls that will last cost a LOT. Boo.), I really needed some new shoes. I prefer all white because a lot of those colorful ones are either gaudy or would make me look like an old lady trying to look young. Or both. So, after trying several places, including places in the dreaded mall, I finally found some I could stand paying the price for.

Behold The Nikes

I don't want to get them dirty. 

Dolvett. I Just Like To Say His Name Because It's Cool.

'Member that one time when I applied to be on that one show? Yeah, me too.

What? You thought there was a story to go along with that? Nah. I just watched the premier of The Biggest Loser tonight, during which I DID NOT CRY for the first time ever, and I was just reminded of the video and app that I did for that show. Holy HELL what was I thinking? All Bob Harper would have to do is look at me from across the gym and I'd be a puddle of tears and then run out the door screaming, "Send me home!!"  I don't know how those people do it. I have mad respect for all the contestants. Except the ones who asked to be sent home. Kinda.

When will I learn? I went to Walmart today. It's the first of the month. Bad idea. Bad mood. Healthy food is expensive. I'm tired.

Woke up to snow today. Happy New Year, Suckas! So much for the mild winter. I don't mind snow that much, but as I get older, I find that snowy/icy roads makes me extremely nervous. I didn't used to be like that, but I am now.

My other phobias are worse, too. Heights especially. And don't even get me started on stairs! Oh my gosh! Going down stairs has turned into a nightmare for me. I never cared about stairs, before. Now, I can hardly go down stairs without picturing myself falling to my death twisted like a pretzel. What's up with that? You should have seen me trying to go down our basement stairs with a laundry basket yesterday. I embarrassed my own self. I think I need Dr. Robin Zasio from Hoarders to help me. I'm sure she also specializes in phobias. If I pay her enough.

Off subject, all exercise equipment is on sale at K-mart this week. I need to get out there and put a treadmill in layaway tout de suite. I also need some Dreaming Tree wine. What? I don't know what that has to do with a treadmill either, but anything Dave Matthews has his hands in, I need. I didn't get any for Christmas even after dropping eleventy million hints, but whatever. I'm gonna go get some for myself and pretend that Dave himself bottled the one that I buy.

Back to work tomorrow at 7AM after having Thursday through Monday off. Not really feelin' it, but I'd better go to bed.

Happy New Year!

Here's to 2012 and reviving my blog! Can you even imagine? This time around I'm not worrying about it, I'm just going to write about whatever with no regard to themed posts or being coherent, really. What's the fun in that, anyway?

Christmas 2011 has come and gone. The first in our new house. Did I mention our new house? Perhaps I will talk more about that at a later date. It was a good Christmas. We were able to give the kids many things that they wanted without stressing over it all. Thank you K-mart and Wal-mart layway! Speaking of K-Mart, they just announced a list of Kmarts which will be closing and thank goodness the one here in Muncie is safe for now. It's all about the layaway, baby.

I received 3 different sets of smell goods for Christmas from my kids and husband. Are they trying to tell me something?

Brianna and I, but mostly Brianna, made a bazillion magnets for Christmas gifts this year. Magnets, silicone glue and marbles. Easy, fun and relatively inexpensive. Just the way I like it. I should include a picture but I think the only one I took was on my phone and it wasn't very good. (Cell phone cameras and digital cameras are just the bane of my existence, but that's a whole other blog entry right there, brother.)

New Year's Eve was pretty uneventful in that it wasn't a big party or anything, but I like it like that. The calmer the better. I spent the day doing not much all alone as the kids went to work at The Fieldhouse in Fishers with Bubba. And by kids I mean Braelyn, Jameson and Olivia my niece who stayed with us for two nights while my sister spent time with her new man. (another story for later) I made a trip to Walmart for party food. That was dumb. A holiday Saturday at Walmart is just a bad idea. Especially when one has panic attack tendencies. By the time I made it to the check out I was flushed and sweaty, a tale tell sign for me. I needed to get out of there! I managed without a meltdown and came home and made a cheese tray, a veggie tray, BBQ weenies and a dessert called 'The Good Stuff.' Suzy homemaker, I am.

The kids played, we watched New Year's Rockin' Eve, Bubba went to bed at about 11:30 and the kids ran out onto the porch with noise makers for about 5 seconds until the neighbors started shooting off their gun. Yay for dangerous rednecks! I do have some pictures but they're on my camera and I haven't downloaded them yet.

OK, so let's get to resolutions, shall we? I like to make resolutions even if I never succeed. Gives me something to strive for, even if for only a few weeks.

1. Lose weight. This is the 'DUH!' one. Always and forever on my list. I'm going to do Weight Watchers online. It's much cheaper than going to meetings even though I like the meetings. I'll try to set super small goals for myself and see what happens. 5lbs? 2lbs? I don't know yet. (Not starting this one today, but will start in the next week.)

2. Cut out caffeine and all pop. I used to be pretty much a No Pop kind of person. Then I got addicted to Diet Dr Pepper Cherry (Cherry vanilla when it used to be available) and had to quit. I recently became addicted to Diet Mt Dew. Sometimes I can find it in Caffeine Free but let's face it, pop isn't good for you in any way. Baby steps though. As soon as I drink up all that's left in the house, then I will stop. Even though I will probably twitch every time I drive by Gas America. Whatever.

3. Buy a treadmill. This isn't so much a resolution as a To Do kind of thing.

4. Use the treadmill. I hate exercise. For serious. I can tolerate a treadmill. Bets on how long it takes to become a clothes hanger/catch all?

5. Blog. Because I'm letting moments pass by without writing about them so I will forget them.

6. Read more books. Currently reading: The Help. Yes, I'm always behind the trends.

7. Take more pictures. I know! Me! But this past year I just sucked royally at taking enough pictures. It's a sad day in Angie Land.

And that's that. I'm not getting all deep and resolving to 'find myself' or 'stay true to myself' (what does that mean?) or anything like that. I've chosen doable stuff if I only Just Do It. Nike would be proud.